Clueless

“DAMN it! You can’t do this, Dad!”

“Try me, Helios. Try me. I warned you. I told you to stay away from that woman, and what did you do? Do you even plan to elope with her? You would destroy the clan if I didn’t find it out!”

Helios clenched his fist while he pierced his gaze toward his father. “Don’t you dare touch them,” he uttered.

The old man laughed. “I won’t if you promise me that you will forget her and marry Chloe.”

Helios’s heart seems enveloped with barbed wire. He tried his best to understand everything—he was just fighting for his love.

“If Cliff didn’t tell me about it… I wouldn’t know about it,” Don Lincoln said.

Helios now darted his gaze toward the man that stood beside his father.

Cliff—the traitor. Helios trusted him as his reaper, but he ended up spoiling his plans.

“Be grateful that I didn’t kill you, traitor!” it was Ambrose who stood up beside Helios.

Cliff didn’t show any expression and was just looking at them while his friend Ambrose was dressed in rage.

Don Li