Never in her dreams she thought she had to face a near death experience. The moment she heard the commotion in her house, she knew something’s going to happen. The panic rising within her, the unknown gut-wrenching fear, everything confirmed her suspicion yet she couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening. She was just a kid to do anything.
Every time her mind goes back to that particular memory, it’s like the smoke is still there, surrounding her, clogging her nose and burning her eyes. The fire eating away her home, swallowing the screams of feared ones and the pleads of her mother to let their family go, still vividly plays in her mind. Like she was teleported to that tragic day every time and forced to live it again and again. It’s astonishing how the eight-year-old her still recollects all those tiny moments happened on that day but all she can do now is to be grateful for surviving the accident and escape to Kandon. She was born in Cylantra aka her dad’s territory where people coexist with danger. Despite her father being the devil himself, ruling over the mafia clan along with his buddies, she grew up like a spoiled princess with her family at her beck and call until she was forced to separate from them by a misfortunate attack transpired on them, ruining her family. And her, partly. Though she was grateful to Wilson’s and consider them her family, unable to live with her own, stings her every time. When she somehow reached Kandon in a bus, an older woman found her, sitting alone on the bench in the bus stop for at least four hours before she took that little girl to police, thinking the kid lost her way. The little girl was tight-lipped to all questions came her way but only shook her head when asked if her parents were alive. Then the granny told police she hopped down from the bus coming from Cylantra. The police assumed her parents died in some ‘intentional accident’ happened in Cylantra as it’s common for such incidents to take place in a city full of mafia people roaming on roads at their free will and the little girl is slightly injured with a heavy bump on her forehead, cracked lips, bleeding knees thus confirmed their hunch. Sending her to an orphanage seems the only valid option. After two months, she was adopted by the Wilson couple who gladly accepted her to love and cherish from then on. Though her time at the orphanage was horrible, constantly haunted by nightmares of the blast and the feeling of loneliness ate her from within. The Wilson’s arrival made her feel everything is worthy in the end. She used to be all alone, staying in her room and grieving over her lost family. Even the kids in the orphanage wouldn’t dare to approach her after listening to her cries in her sleep because of her nightmares. They thought she was not normal and she couldn’t care less about their opinion. Wilson’s were kind enough to take her in, even though they knew about her condition. They were kind and generous to treat her like a glass doll, afraid that she’d break if they pushed her harder to accept them. Knowing that she lost her family in a fire accident and that she’s suffering from Post-traumatic stress disorder according to orphanage physician, Wilson’s gave her a new identity and she took it with open hands to bury her past. She didn’t want to be Klara anymore as she is nothing without her past by her side. She lived as Fiona Wilson since then, tucking the reminds of Klara within herself as she can’t lose that part of her ever. The Wilson couple helped her with the nightmares mostly being there for her so she didn’t have to feel alone. Victoria used to sleep along with her so she can wake Fiona up in case of nightmares and let her sleep peacefully afterwards with her warmth. They never really asked her about her birth parents afraid that she would break but only patiently waited while giving her time to heal, silently supporting her. Her adoptive parents were like a dream of happiness in her life that slowly transformed into reality. And, she slowly started accepting the fact that she can love her adoptive parents while mourning her birth parents at the same time. Almost after two years, when Fiona believed she moved on, the news about the new clan – Kingsters, came crashing down on her. The leader is none other than her father. He's alive and so are everyone from her family. The exhilaration she lived knowing that they are safe and sound was boundless and the yearning to meet them since then was hard to hide yet she waited and waited for years. Finally met them after six years, secretly behind the Wilson’s back. Her parents were stupefied as she was, when they realised that she was alive all along. They wanted her back but she didn’t want to hurt her adoptive parents leaving them behind, so she stayed back. Even though her dad wants to protest he knew better and Klara staying with the Wilson’s is the best. Her identity as the daughter of Carl Roselli, one of the rulers of Kingsters clan will bring her enough threat that she can’t live her life peacefully without protection. This is her chance for a normal life and he can’t be selfish to take that away from his daughter though it pains him to not be there for her. She’s been in contact with her family since then and also visits them on special occasions like her birthday to celebrate with them. She hates herself and the fact that she has to hide everything about her real family from Wilson’s or lie whenever she goes to meet them but saying to herself that’s for their best and peace of mind was her only consolation because they would be scared and might feel intimidated about her background. And, it changes everything in her life. Her adoptive parents will also start fearing for her life. She already has a pair who worries constantly and absolutely didn’t want another to live like that. It’s best if they are in the dark and easy for her to live as Fiona Wilson rather than Klara Roselli. To the mafia world, Klara Roselli was dead in that attack. And she wishes to keep it that way as she didn’t want to become the scapegoat to her parent’s enemies. She sighed, pitying herself for having such a complicated life and closed her eyes to sleep. But the thoughts kept flowing. Even though her parents were alive, she lost her loved ones. She didn’t even have access to their graves to pay her visits. How cruel? She didn’t want to think now. Frustrated, she stood up from her bed tossing the duvet aside and went to the other end of her room where she neatly spread out a space for her painting sessions. A wooden table was placed to the wall near the window where all her art supplies including her paints, brushes, alkyd mediums, linseed oil bottles along Sansodor solvent bottles for diluting paint and cleaning brushes and other necessary items were orderly organised. New canvas boards of different sizes but mostly 75x100 cm were stacked one on the other in the second rack of the table. A wooden easel stand was placed beside it, holding a half-done canvas painting. She switched on the light stands placed focusing on the canvas for better lighting and picked up her apron hanging from the wall before wearing it and took the glass palette resting on the table into hand, staring at her art. After deciding from where to pick up the left work, she took the black paint tube and squeezed some onto the palette. After selecting the suitable brush, she slowly got lost into her world where only she and her canvas exists and remaining fades in the background. Whenever she recalled some of her past memories, she would paint something to escape the hurt those thoughts will eventually bring her. Since her childhood, she used to experiment with lots of mediums like water colours, acrylics, pastels and charcoals but at last she found her connection with the oil paints. Since then, she was an oil paint addict and every piece she created was with them and each one reflects her inner turmoil at that time. The black shadows she paints in all her works represents her haunted nightmares and the golden eyes, speaks the voice of her heart’s while the different flowers she paints stands for her struggling emotions desperate to be let out on various occasions. With one last stroke she put her brush down, admiring her masterpiece. A smile adorned her face conveying how content she is with her painting, Flying with courage. The eagle was black as it was just a shadow with Red Columbines as its wings and eyes golden. She decided on the eagle before and today she opted to add Red Columbine which symbolises courage. Her courage. She took out her mobile from the bag earlier and clicked a few pictures of the painting, thanks to the better lighting that she especially bought for times like these where natural light is unavailable. They came out pretty decent and Fiona then and there mailed those to the art gallery where her works usually go. She had to wait until tomorrow for their reply but she knew they’ll accept it. Fiona was an anonymous artist with a pseudonym ‘White flower’. She concealed her identity as she started selling her art works from a young age and at that time revealing herself felt unnecessary and dangerous moreover, she was doing this secretly. Even though her looks had changed with time, she can’t risk of being exposed. When Wilson’s were trying to get her out of her grief and helping her to engage more in activities to keep her mind off from unwanted thoughts, they learnt she was fond of painting and arts. Since then, they supported her and even sent her to an art school. Fiona started selling her paintings online from the age of thirteen. It was partly inspired from Darla. One time when Fiona showed her a painting, she blurted out, “If I had money Fiona, I would’ve bought all your paintings and decorate my house with them. They were so beautiful.” And that one sentence gave Fiona the idea and all the encouragement she needed to start. She enrolled in a few platforms and put her art work to sale. Since she was just thirteen with little to no knowledge on how to attract buyers, she suffered with disappointment but never gave up. Though the marketing part was really confusing and had no clue about the statistics, she still tried and slowly after few months her art work started getting recognition and people showed interest in buying them. After approximately two years since she started this journey, one day she received a mail from a renowned art gallery, proposing a deal to sell all her works solely to them. She was on cloud nine the entire day and immensely proud of herself for getting such a recognition within a short span of time. It isn’t easy for artists to grow either personally with their art or financially. So, when this huge offer knocked her door, she not only opened it wide but strangled it with her hugs. God!! She was getting handsomely paid for it too. She definitely didn’t lack money but she is also someone who aspires to earn it herself. Though it was not for money she began selling her pieces but for someone to love it the same way she loves her every painting, to feel that profound connection and heal a part of themselves they don’t know need healing. Wilson’s didn’t know about her side business in fact nobody knew except herself. In the beginning she was not confident enough to share because she knew she might fail though but that didn’t stop her in putting her work out there. Later, this became her little secret success that she wished to keep it the same way. Wilson’s giving her space all the time, not prying into her matters helped as they only cared about her health and well-being. Handing over her packed paintings to the courier agency was a big task. So she always made sure to book the service during times when Wilson’s were away from home or else her secret would’ve been known to them long ago. And she hopes for it to stay that way even in the future. It's not that she’s unwilling to tell them but rather not ready to share yet. She wants to save enough money to open her own gallery one day, before revealing her secret-little-success, to everybody, done everything on her own, none backing or helping her. If truth be told, she has two families to support her financially, who are willing to care for her even if she decided to stay at home and earn nothing in the future. Her adoptive family runs a transport agency which was passed down to her dad from her grandparents who were the first one to start that business in Kandon city. Though later many other mimicked and few agencies popped up, her dad’s remained in the top as trusted and budget-friendly transport agency. Her real family owns a fortune enough for the next few generations to come, to live luxuriously. Yet she wants to do this for herself to explore the world of arts and find her own place in them. She desires to set up her own art gallery one day, featuring her own works. She craves for that kind of success in her life and the recognition for her talent. She might be a faceless ‘White flower’ to the world, all that matters is she can be seen through her work. As she was arranging her paints back in their place, she got lost in those golden eyes, staring without even blinking. The same eyes that haunted her dreams for years now. The signature feature in her every painting was this pair of golden eyes. Sometimes soft, sometimes with an edgy glare or a faint glow shining from them, whatever she painted those eyes will always be a part of it, somewhere between the strokes. After making sure everything was back in its place, she took a glass jar from the table and filled it with Sansodor and dropped the used brushes in them only after wiping the paint as much as possible with a cloth. She can deal with them tomorrow, with that thought she washed her hands, removed the apron and hung it back on the wall. She then meticulously put the painting aside and grabbed her mobile to book the courier agency service for tomorrow to pack her painting carefully and deliver it to the location she mentioned but on second thought she ditched that idea and threw her mobile on the bed side table. She didn’t know when her parents would leave the house the next day, its better to check up on them before contacting courier agency. Her body suddenly felt heavy and tired, screaming to rest after everything is done and happened today. It’s half past two, she realised yawning and decided to call it a night.The night is still blooming and exciting for the people who refuses surrendering to sleep. After closing the deal Levi again searched for Fiona on the top floor but was disappointed for not finding her anywhere. He went straight to the manager questioning, “Who is she?”Levi didn’t need to introduce himself as everybody in this club-workers or customers- knew to whom he works for. The manager didn’t hesitate a second and gave the information used in purchasing the entry ticket probably Neil’s.“All these efforts are unnecessary. Back off, Levi. She’s not worth it.” Finn half-shouted at him.Levi must stop pursuing this matter at any cost. Master doesn’t appreciate such trivial matters and hates when his men use their power to harm common people. And this dumb Levi here is trying to break that utmost important rule, he shouldn’t allow that whilst master unleashes his wrath on all of them.“I know what I am doing, Finn.”Levi took the piece of paper with a phone number written on it and
“The deal is closed.” It’s not a question but a statement, indicating there is no reason for him to go. Still, Levi didn’t back off rather replied, “Yes, Master. But I had to collect my reward I won yesterday from the gambling.” He knew it’s a lame excuse but that’s the only one his mind could make up in such a short notice. Shit! He should’ve come prepared about what to say beforehand but then he didn’t plan to ask Master directly. He should blame his impulsiveness. He waited for the Master to say something or anything but again only silence greeted him. In his nervousness to make his reason sound more reasonable, he told series of lies which just popped up in his head. “Yesterday, I met someone in the club who are in urgent need of money and I promised to help them thus I gambled but because of our limited time I couldn’t collect the money. So, I had to meet him today, it’s an emergency. Please, let me go, Master.” The window was rolled up and the engine roared to life as the ca
Cylantra is the main land for smuggling and for nearly a century, mafia owned this city for their business and as their home. It is also here that the Golden Eagle clan - the most powerful mafia clan over years was born by three best friends a decade ago which later had to face a horrific tragedy and the clan fell apart as quickly as it rose to power.Clan leaders, their women along with the people of clan, everyone died or that was what mostly believed. After a couple of years, people from Golden Eagle clan who made it alive through the tragedy gave life to new clan - The Kingsters, with the remains of the old one, proving to everyone who thought it was the end for their mafia era, that they were alive and started to rule Cylantra like old times but after a year came another clan - BlackWolf, rising to power slowly yet steadily with an anonymous leader, defeating the Kingsters and marked Cylantra as their territory.BlackWolf Clan didn’t destroy the Kingsters to ground rather only ma
“Master, where should I send her?”Cecelia regretted as soon as those words left her lips. She’s as good as dead now. How can she question him about his intentions? She knew what he was referring to but still dared to ask him. She realised her mistake and swiftly kneeled on the ground when she saw her Master turning around.“Spare me Master. You summoned only me for a long time. So, I thought…”“You thought?”She started trembling while lowering her head even more to the ground. What did she just say? And how can she answer him now without showing her true intentions which she hid from everyone for so long. If she reacts wrongly now, all her efforts would be in vain.“I apologize for my recklessness, Master. She’ll be waiting for you in the pleasure room soon.”She heaved a sigh when he started walking away but the cruel words, he threw at her before disappearing made her blood boil in rage.“You better know your place, Cecelia.”Why? Why can’t she expect more from him? Who is more wo
Wilson’s finally gave in to her request and shared their opinions but mostly gave her advices to help her in making good decision about her future. She listened to every word they shared keenly, engraving them into her heart and mind. After talking to them, she said her goodbyes and left home after wearing an over coat, to the mall Darla texted. As she was waiting for her friend, Fiona unknowingly lost herself watching an advertisement displaying on the billboard, hung to a skyscraper in front of the mall. The advertisement was about some brand which manufactures natural skin care products. They shot the commercial in a forest packed with birds and few animals in the background. What sucked her into the loop of her thoughts was the eagle in the commercial. She sighed, lowering her head as memories of her past came rushing all at once. The eagle always reminds her of her family and she’s missing them so much. If only she can go back to her childhood and things were as same as she
Logan’s hand which is resting on Victoria’s shoulder, squeezed tightly while his other hand fisted on his side. Fresh rivulets of tears fell from Victoria’s agonizing eyes. They understood what the police is implying.“Cy…Cylantra? How is it even possible?”Logan slumped on the chair, defeated and heartbroken while Darla held Victoria who was on the verge of collapsing.Cylantra belongs to BlackWolf clan. Whoever did this, why did they take his daughter there? Or is it the clan people who kidnapped her? But they never hurt common people? Then why his daughter?He wanted to fight with the police, argue or plead or whatever it takes to bring their lovely daughter back home but he knew they can’t do anything now. Not just police but nobody can do anything. He failed her daughter. He failed as a father. How can he ever save his daughter now?Back in the SUV, Milo tied Fiona's hands and legs with the cable wires and seated her alone at the back as per Master’s order.Master also instructed
Ralph Erikson -The leader of BlackWolf clan and the man who ordered to kidnap Fiona, stood in front of her like the mighty king he is. He slowly took out his veiny hand from his pocket and gestured his men to put down the guns. He outstretched it and held Fiona’s soft and delicate chin in a firm and harsh grip.The heat of his fingers burnt her skin, making her insides turn into ashes. Her gaze is solely focused on his Adam’s apple, partly to hide her anxiety because of his touch and their close proximity ignited unknown tension in her and partly because it is the sexist part of him that screams her attention. Long gone her bravery from earlier and only the nervousness remains. All she can hear is the pounding of her heart and the deafening silence around them intensified it more and more like the tension rising within her.The rough hand clutching Fiona’s chin, lifted it up so that the golden eyes clashed with the soft brown ones. The intensity of coldness those golden eyes displayed
After losing his parents, Ralph was in dark for three years, gathering warriors to fight for his cause and did everything he had to do to build his own clan, The BlackWolf clan. Most of them were orphans, who has nothing to lose and goons, rebels and bandits, who took this as an opportunity to stand with the leader who can rule the people, government and can even supress other clans. And, they placed their bet on the right guy. How can they not, when they witnessed his potential and ruthlessness first hand. To stand with him far better than going against him.Many tried to subdue him when they realised, he was fighting alone with tremendous thirst to spill blood. They want that young boiling blood to work for them. But they underestimated him. He might be young but he was cruel with no empathy but only vengeance clouded his senses. That was his driving force that enabled him to subdue those who came for him. Some tried to kill him out of fear when he was gathering army, turning people
“What are you doing?” Klara covered her body with her hands looking at Ralph warily. He started undressing her as soon as he placed her on his bed. Is he really that horny? For god sake she’s injured. Ralph pinched his nose bridge feeling tired. She is not making it any easier for him. He just wanted to check her body for other injuries. “Show me your bruises” Klara gave an embarrassed smile for misunderstanding him and undressed herself slowly. She didn’t have a scratch on her face but her torso is planted with few small green patches and the one on her ribcage stood out among them. She winced removing her pants as Cecelia kicked her thigh hard once. She cursed in low voice and pulled down her pants slowly, there it is another bruise. She lifted her head feeling the temperature drop around her. Oh no! The moron is angry but she can’t avoid bruises during a fight. She isn’t embarrassed or ashamed of these tiny wounds on the contrary she is very proud as she made her
“You..”Aiden watched helplessly as Lucas restrained Freya in his embrace and lifted his fist to punch Lucas but Freya stopped him in time. “Aiden no. I am alright”She said and then turned to Lucas who is burning with rage as his eyes bore holes on Aiden. Freya knew that look, he’s on his limits. She didn’t want them to pick a fight for no reason and she didn’t have strength to deal with them now. She didn’t even have strength to free herself from his embrace as she is tucked under his armpit like a chick under hen’s wing. “Mr. Roselli what…”Lucas shot her a death glare making her shut her mouth. Aiden didn’t like Luc’s actions and tried to snatch her back but Freya stopped him again and gestured him to stay still. “Tell him to fuck off”Freya shivered hearing Luc’s angry voice and gulped gesturing Aiden to wait in car but he’s adamant. “Ad, please”She said helplessly and pleaded him with her eyes. Aiden grunted in frustration and left gritting his teeth but not befo
Freya lived her life to the fullest in every phase. Take it her school, college and office….she faced all the hurdles with courage and passed them in determination. She wasn’t born with silver spoon but she did earn a lot after getting job and settled her parents with a business. She has a life full of emotions….joy, happiness, sadness, fear, anger, everything but love never had a part in it. She became strong with each passing day and with each difficulty she faced but why is it hard to face Lucas? Why can’t she push him away? Why can’t she just….she didn’t know what to do with her broken heart and with the courage she gathered for the past few days… she came to Lucas to have her freedom from the shackles she bound herself.“Mr. Roselli”She braced herself and called him again when Lucas didn’t respond to her. She would’ve thought he didn’t acknowledge her presence if it isn’t for his change in stance from playful to stern.Looks like he’s happy without her. A mere sight of her
Ralph’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the bruise on Klara’s body. He rushed to her side and picked her up swiftly, taking her upstairs. “Wait! I…”Klara looked at Aurora and then at Ralph in worry. Didn’t he see her condition? Why is he not letting her get treated? And the way he held her, it’s embarrassing. She’s not a kid to carry her like this. Even Aurora got tensed because they still has to make pie and Klara is injured. She didn’t know what to do as Master is taking her. But why? Why is he taking her away while she’s helping her with the ice bag? “Fiona! What about the p…”“Hush!”Klara shushed Aurora before she can finish her words. Ralph halted his steps, taking his time to look at Klara in his arms and at Aurora who is fidgeting with her dress nervously. He furrowed his brows and asked her in his usual cold tone. “What is it?”Klara supported her body on his hands and cupped his chin showing him her best smile and whispered mischievously.“Secret”Ralph
Ralph stormed into his room feeling disturbed by the kiss. He removed his suit and unbuttoned his top button exposing his neck and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Where did the Ralph Erikson who frightens people with a single glare go? Where is the man who used to rule an entire empire of more than hundred people go? Instead he's seeing someone who is unfamiliar yet glowing man who is driven by emotions. He groaned in frustration rubbing his swollen lips and red ears to wipe away the blush. “Fuck it”He cursed walking back to the bed and collapsed on it running his fingers through his hair thinking about the kiss. It’s over. Klara made him her puppet and he lost his self control he preserved for years surrendering to her kiss. He used to be the man who kills men with the sword but now he is using the same sword to cut flowers for his little wolf. That’s how she influenced him. “Damn you woman”He sat up still feeling the tingles on his lips. She did something to him with
“What the fuck are you talking about?”Ralph lost his patience and yelled at Klara earning gasps from the crowd. Mistress! Mistress! Who the fuck is that damn mistress? He never had a mistress for fuck sake.“The truth”Klara said turning to the people who are very immersed in the argument. She isn’t offended by Ralph’s harsh yet rude tone because she’s close to unveiling Cecelia’s proud mask. So what if she couldn’t defeat her physically? She can take away her pride and arrogance. This is called the real win. “The truth about the identity of your mistress AKA Ms. Cecelia Sabella”Cecelia rose to her knees shaking her head in denial. She better do something before that bitch spouts nonsense. She shouldn’t let Master misunderstand her. “Ms. Wilson! I do not understand how you got this information but let me assure you, I would never dream of becoming the mistress. I am certain”Of course she is aiming for the queen position. Klara is well aware of her scheme but she’ll unmask
Klara knew Cecelia is giving all of her. She can tell that from her punch strength and it’ll be really difficult to defeat her if she goes on with this pace and she couldn’t possibly use all the skills she learned from her brother in case she’s exposed. Though she used all her skills, she knew it’s hard to win against Cecelia because she’s been trained by Ralph personally and that too for years to win hundred battles, of course she couldn’t defeat her. She shouldn’t have jumped in without prior preparation but what can she do when her anger and jealousy gets best out of her? The best way to survive this fight is to dodge Cecelia’s blows but how long can she stall time without fighting back or getting kicked?Cecelia lifted her leg to kick Klara’s chest but to her surprise Klara held her ankle and kicked her other foot hard which is on the ground. Cecelia lost her balance and fell to the ground heavily on her back.Klara ceased this opportunity and straddled Cecelia’s waist to rest
Klara couldn’t contain her laughter after hearing Aurora’s words. She laughed out loud holding her stomach and even her eyes watered a little bit because of her laughter. “Easy…easy Fiona. Have some water”Aurora said patting Klara’s back and offered her water and she drank from the glass before wiping her eyes.“Good joke Aurora. You made my day” Klara said panting slightly and leaned back on the sofa taking deep breaths. Cecelia came back with a protein shake in her hand and Klara hated her disgusted look from earlier and also why is she staring at them like they stole her precious thing? Does she still think she’s the mistress of BlackWolf clan to show off her attitude? Perhaps it’s time to show who the real mistress is. “Hello Chameleon”Klara expected Cecelia’s ignorance but to her surprise Cecelia turned towards her and spat harsh words with her venomous tounge. “Don’t fucking call me that”Aurora and Klara shared a look of amusement. Did she accept her name as chamele
Klara and Aurora settled on the sofa in the main hall. One is busy revising the notes and asking doubts while the other is busy fidgeting with her apron, occasionally answering Klara’s doubts. “God! It’s really very difficult to cook. I would never step into kitchen after this”Klara closed her notepad in a huff and threw it on the coffee table in front of her and shook her head exclaiming loudly. “You’ll find it interesting if you’re into it”Aurora said with a smile but Klara just shrugged her shoulders and rested her head back recalling the process again. Aurora tried her best to ignore her curiosity but she lost the battle and asked the question which is bugging her for a while now.“Fiona…”“Mm”Klara still had her eyes closed as she tried to remember the ingredients Aurora used for the filling.“W...when is master’s birthday?”Klara straightened her back as her eyes widened and gazed at Aurora in shock and amusement. Aurora didn’t know Ralph’s birthday? Is she f-ing k