"Will you stop or not?" The new man shouted, aiming his gun at the girl beside him.“Mum! I want ice cream...” Six-year-old Drake’s voice piped up just as both him and his mother arrived, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around them. The other customers in the restaurant had wisely scattered, leaving the scene eerily quiet."Please don't kill my daughter... just kill me instead!" Mr. Johnson begged, desperation lacing his words."We want you to reflect on your sins while you're still alive," the masked man insisted.Just as he was about to pull the trigger, young Drake suddenly leapt onto a table and launched a back kick that sent the man crashing into a glass display. The shattering sound echoed through the restaurant as Drake, despite his small stature, spoke the words with an intensity that belied his age. "I hate it when the weak try to act strong by picking on the weak!""Drake!" his mother yelled, suddenly realizing where her son had darted off to."Little rascal!" the man spat,
I was unable to concentrate during the lecture; my thoughts were a jumbled mess, especially with Sarah using me as her footstool. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the two-hour lecture ended—a fact that should have brought me relief. To my dismay, Sarah showed no intention of letting me stand up.Just then, a new lecturer stepped in, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Drake entered the room, causing an audible gasp to ripple through the class. My heart raced. Was Drake really in the Business Studies department? It made sense he was in batch A as well, given the department arrangement.“Drake.” “Sir Drake.”Our eyes met for a brief moment, but he didn’t say anything as he strode to his seat. “Everyone take your seats, and that includes you, Daisy,” Mr. Oparah, the vice-chancellor, instructed with authority, but why is he teaching?Sarah huffed as she reluctantly lowered her legs, clearly annoyed that her moment of dominance was coming to an end. "I suspect you didn't
“Daisy, I’ll be the unserious one in our group, which means you’ll be taking over the group leader position. You’ll mostly be the one visiting companies yourself, and I’ll provide financial support when you need it,” Drake concluded, clearly focused on the front of the classroom, while I sat there, trying to process everything. “What's going on?” I heard a male voice from behind me.“Why would he pick a slave as his team member, let alone make her the group leader?” Another voice chimed in.“If I'm the last one without a team, I'd rather take a carryover than partner with her,” someone else remarked.“Shut up. I would’ve teamed her up with one of you if Sir Drake hadn’t relieved her of that burden,” Mr. Oparah interjected. Silence followed his words as I could hear the shuffling of feet as group leaders moved to choose their partners. Sarah had returned to her seat, visibly humiliated.Eventually, the selection finished, and we transitioned to the day's lesson. “Now, let’s delve into
The door swung open, sending a shock through me. I wasn't sure what to make of this bizarre turn of events. Perhaps Drake wanted me to have easy access without disrupting him when I arrived. I found a lift and stairs, but this time I decided to take the lift. He had said to meet him in his penthouse, which I assumed was on the top floor. I took the lift, having learned from my previous experience with Liam that it would take me to the top. As the doors opened, I stepped out to find a sleek, black, and expensive-looking door. I opened it to find Drake standing with his back to me, staring out at the cityscape through the glass.The penthouse was a marvel, with a unique and expensive black design that extended from the interior to the exterior, accented with plenty of glass. It was a very high building, one that I had admired from afar before, but I had no idea it belonged to Drake.“Take care of the kitchen,” he ordered without even turning to face me.Part of me wanted to protest, but
Drake POVIt felt like an eternity waiting for Daisy to return as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Why was she taking so long? I rose from where I was and began my search, starting with my room. She wasn’t there, I wanted to check the bathroom section but I decided against it and proceed to check other rooms until I enter the last room that I found her sprawled out on the bed, her legs touching the ground.I move closer to her and I stared at her. No doubt she is beautiful as only a blind person will agree otherwise as she is currently a sleeping beauty.She is a slave, she should not be sleeping on my bed. I thought but just as I was about to wake her up. My ring tone broke my actions As I looked at the callers ID, my manager and I answered it“Good evening, Sir Drake,” he greeted cheerfully.I remained silent, waiting for him to get to the point. “So, how is your day without work going, sir?” he asked.“Boring,” I replied curtly.“Why don’t we spice things up with an event y
"It seems as if you can't defeat the President's spoiled brat," I declared with a mocking tone. His anger flared, his annoyance palpable. "Three hundred and fifty million dollars," he growled, and the crowd gasped in disbelief. "You won," I announced. At that moment, it was evident that he wanted to keep pushing me to bid higher. The money was no problem for me; rather, I loathed the idea of being unknowingly controlled like a puppet.Rewind"You won," I declared. "What!" he yelled, his shock evident. "I thought you bid for that price," the auctioneer said, confused. "I can only imagine how you will be disposed of as the chairman, all to feed your weak ego," I shot back. "Damn you. How did you know? How do you know so much?" he seethed. I smirked inwardly; I have my ways. "I’ll be generous enough to buy your company when it goes bankrupt," I replied coolly as he stood, fuming, and stormed out. "I guess the winner for the watch is Mr. Drake. He secured the RDU watch for
Mr. Williams' POVI drove into the compound and immediately noticed a bodyguard standing by. "Is Sir Drake back?" I inquired. "Not yet," he replied curtly. "You can wait for him inside," he added, surprising me. "The Sir Drake I know would never say I should wait in his penthouse. He built this place for solitude. Asking me to come here is one thing, especially since the matter at hand warrants a meeting, but telling me to wait in his penthouse is out of character. He once called me here and I stood while he spoke," I thought, my eyebrows raising with skepticism. "Are you sure?" I pressed, maintaining my composure. "I just received instructions," he assured me. "What's the password?" I asked."I don't know," he admitted. "You must be kidding me," I retorted, already texting Sir Drake. Seconds later, he replied with a single name: "Daisy.""This is getting interesting and surprising," I mused, but I dared not question him about whether he had begun dating or something
"I’m sorry," I declared, apologizing yet again, unsure if this was the reason he requested my presence. He suddenly stared at me, and I felt a chill creep down my spine. "You are so annoying," he declared, his voice cold and cutting. I hesitated, wanting to apologize again, but what if he was referring to my earlier apology? "You’ve suffered so much at Sarah's hands," he observed, pressing a button on a remote, illuminating our lecture room on the screen. So, he was monitoring the class from here—he wasn't as unserious as I once thought.I had been avoiding glancing at his body, but when he pulled on a shirt lying beside him, my resolve faltered. "I will inform all the lecturers that you are attending class to prevent any consequences for missing it," he said matter-of-factly. "Okay, sir," I replied, wondering why he was suddenly offering me assistance."Can you cook?" he asked abruptly, catching me off guard. "Yes," I hesitated before replying, unsure where this conversatio
4 months later Daisy's POV I stood before the entire class in the D Hall building, named after Drake. Mr. Oparah had managed to delay the presentation once again, citing his busy business schedule. Drake, who rarely attended lectures, had instructed me to keep him updated on the day of the presentation. To my right stood the high table, comprising esteemed individuals from the institution. Surprisingly, Drake was among them. I shouldn't have been surprised, though, given his success as a businessman and potential major shareholder. As I stood alongside my fellow presenters, each took turns delivering their presentations. When it was finally my turn, I presented confidently. However, unlike the other presenters, who received applause, I was met with silence. I felt a pang of shame, my face growing hot with embarrassment. As I stood there, someone from the crowd suddenly stood up, and to my surprise, it was Sam, but what caught me off guard even more was that Drake also rose to hi
My mind reeled in shock. The president and the first lady were dead? But there had been no news about it online. And the Immortal had killed them? I couldn't wrap my head around it. And what's more, he was declaring a lock in power with Drake, which meant Drake must be incredibly strong. But I shouldn't be surprised; he was a Whitewater, after all, a pack rumored to be perhaps the strongest to have ever existed. Drake scoffed again, his expression twisted in disdain. "Did you think I care about the president and that useless woman?" he spat, his words sending another shockwave through me. “Your existence poses a greater threat to this country, which is why you should die,” Drake concluded, his tone cold and detached. “I am leaving. Get stronger, acquire more skills and experience, and challenge me,” he retorted, before disappearing into thin air. I quickly got back into the Lamborghini, switching from the driver's seat to the passenger seat. Drake entered the car, his eyes narrow
"What a bad way to welcome your husband," he replied with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What are you doing here in the city?" I asked, still trying to process the surprise of seeing him. "Well, I came for business," Sam replied, his expression turning serious. "You always want me to be serious with my life, and now I am." "What business are you doing as a slave?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. But Sam's expression turned stern, and he raised his hands, palms facing me. "You don't need to worry about that," he said firmly. "And mind you, don't use the word 'slave' on me again?" I was taken aback by his reaction, but my eyes widened in shock as I took in the sight of his hands. The slave bands were gone! "What the...?" I trailed off, stunned. "How did you get rid of it?" I asked, my mind racing with questions. "Whitewater has been underestimated for too long despite being strong. I found a way around it," Sam said with a smile, his eyes gleaming
As he finished speaking, I felt a sudden jolt, and the world around me began to fade away. I was snapped out of the vision and found myself back in the present, gasping for breath as if I had been underwater for too long.The Hall of Whispers, unlike the desolate darkness I had left it in, was now bathed in the warm, golden glow of candlelight. The oppressive presence that had surrounded me was gone, and I noticed that Harry was standing motionless, his eyes vacant. It seemed his spirit had been transported to another realm, just like mine.As I watched, Harry's eyes flickered back to life, and he took a deep breath, his expression a mask of calmness. "You must have seen your future a bit," I declared, trying to break the silence."Yes, and..." Harry's voice trailed off, and I caught a glimpse of deep sadness in his eyes before he quickly masked it. I sensed that he was struggling to come to terms with what he had seen."There's no need to say what you don't want to," I replied, my v
His response was faint, yet unmistakable. "Daisy!" his voice rang out, but it seemed to come from a distance, leaving me disoriented and wondering if I was mistaken about his proximity.Suddenly, I felt a strange, unseen force rounding me at an alarming speed, its presence making my skin crawl with unease.In a panic, I hastily retrieved my iPad and attempted to unlock it with my fingerprint while it was still asleep, but it remained unresponsive to my touch, neither vibrating nor acknowledging my presence. I tried a different approach, using a double-tap gesture linked to the device, but it proved futile.Growing increasingly desperate, I resorted to pressing the power button, but it refused to turn on, my fear escalating with each passing second. I pressed the button with all my might, but it was still unresponsive. What was I to do? I thought, trying to ignore the oppressive presence rounding me, its malevolent energy suffocating me. I st
I got home, exhausted, and the first thing I did was crash heavily onto the bed. I tried my best to push Ruby out of my mind, knowing that dwelling on her would affect my emotions. Yet, something about her behavior seemed off, and I found myself preoccupied with future events rather than the present.This card, I thought, suddenly sitting up and holding it aloft. Why don't I derive happiness from visiting the tourist attractions I noted while sightseeing on Drake's helicopter? And what about those places I wish to visit that aren't typical tourist attractions?Like someone driven by an insatiable curiosity, I sprang to my feet and headed out. I grabbed the evening bus, its headlights illuminating the darkening streets as it headed towards the Hall of Whispers.Drake's POV"Hello, Sir," Joe's voice rang in through the phone call."Daisy seems to be making a tourist visit to the Hall of Whispers," he replied, his tone neutral.
As the guards attempted to carry out her order, I stood my ground, a fierce determination burning within me. "You might want to consider who sent me before you lose your job," I declared, my voice firm and authoritative.I stretched out my hand, holding out a sleek black card. The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the card's significance."What the heck?" she exclaimed. "This is a Black Bloody Exclusive Card with no spending limit, and it's owned by Sir Drake!"As soon as the guards heard Drake's name, they hastily retreated to their original positions, their faces pale with fear. The receptionist's demeanor also underwent a drastic change, her expression transforming from anger to obsequiousness."I am sorry for my earlier rude behavior," the receptionist apologized, her voice laced with contrition."You should be," I replied, my tone firm but polite."I am here to conduct research for a business p
"Sir Drake," I declared shocked, suddenly remembering the huge sum I had spent using his black card."I'm sorry," I apologized, taking cautious steps forward."Come over here and sit down," he replied, parting a space on my bed with a gentle sweep of his hand, the invitation sending a shiver down my spine as I realized how close I'd be sitting next to him.I took slow, measured steps, my anxiety growing with each interval, as I worried about the consequences of my actions.I sat down, my body tense, and felt his warmth radiating onto my skin. I was certain he could sense my nervousness too."What are you apologizing for, specifically?" he asked, his tone neutral, as if he were unaware of my transgression."I... I spent a large amount using the card," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, fearing his reaction."Good Grief, Daisy," he declared, his voice tinged with amusement."I am very sorry,"
"Good morning, Sir Drake," Daisy's voice cracked, a stark contrast to her usual tone.I turned to face her, and my gaze met her red, puffy eyes - a testament to a sleepless night spent crying. Despite her evident distress, she was impeccably dressed for lecture. I passed her without a word.Daisy POVAs I settled onto the black couch, I decided to dial Ruby's number, hoping she had made a mistake or was having second thoughts. But the call wouldn't go through. Our friendship wasn't built on phone calls; I needed to hear it from Ruby's lips to finally move on.As the first lecture began, I drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the previous night's wakefulness. By the time I woke up, the last class of the day was about to conclude. I had slept for hours without knowing.As soon as the lecture ended, I stood up, determined to confront Ruby about her decision. I waited for her near her car, and as she emerged from the lecture ro