It hurts him even more every time he remembers how he and his wife brought it on themselves, causing their daughter to lose a company she worked so hard to build. He can't stop the tears from falling down his cheeks as he thinks about it all. But in the midst of his tears, he can't help but blame it all on Lucien, whom he believes caused everything by returning. To him, if Lucien had never returned, everything would have been fine and they would all have been living their best lives. He clenches his fist and grits his teeth feeling like ripping off Lucien's heart for the crisis he feels he has brought upon his family. Mrs. Avery on her part is sitting at a corner in the dining room, her gaze fixed on Mr. Santiago, who is too preoccupied to notice her presence. She wants to go to him and comfort him but she knows better not to go near him. It's still a miracle to her that she's still his wife because her once-loving husband now regards her as a plague he just can't wait to get ri
He had sent out not just any boys, but his elite bodyguards, on whom he had spent thousands of dollars to purchase. Each one of them had cost a wholesome fifty thousand dollars and they are more than ten!For a man who has spent so many years on Earth and seen so much, he knew that if he allowed the Pearsons to flee, he might never get the chance to exact his revenge. He isn't ready to take chances, so when he hears the young man confirm that he has done as instructed, his face lights up and he takes another sip of his wine feeling ecstatic.Dropping his glass of wine back on the table he stares up at Aston whose face is hanging low due to his fear to look at his face and slightly chuckles. "Go with more men to see what's going on. I believe they should be at the Pearsons' home now. All you have to do once you get there is inform Santiago that you are there to exact vengeance. He will be terrified and will begin pleading. Avoid listening to his pleadings and instead propose that he pa
Meanwhile... While the bodyguards await Mr. Santiago's order, the receptionist is currently sitting in a private room of a club, sultrily staring at a young man in his thirties while flirtatiously leaning against him. "Do you really promise to kill him like I want you to, Jack?" She asks slowly, rubbing his thighs to show him that she is serious about letting him have her if he fulfills his promise. After the receptionist's call with Jack, she had immediately freshened up and after dressing up boarded a cab to his club– Springfield club in the outskirts of Virginia. Jack had welcomed her warmly and led her to his private room, where he offered her wine after which she told him everything. He was surprised at first to hear that she wanted to kill someone because he has always known her as a soft-hearted girl who wouldn't hurt a fly but after hearing why she wanted it, he knew that even if she hadn't asked, he would have done it! No man dares to harass a lady I'm interested in and
THE PEARSONS MANSION...At the bit of escaping from his enemies, Mr. Santiago had forgotten he has guards and had thought all hopes were lost.But seeing more than twenty muscled elite bodyguards of his who he'd spent thousands of dollars on bowing to him and waiting for his order to strike he suddenly feels safe and all the initial fear in his body abruptly fades as a sense of superiority washes over him.He stares at the numerous cars at the gate with new eyes as if they are suddenly nothing to him and then back at his men and his mouth sets in a hard line as a terrifying aura emanates from him. "Follow me." He orders coldly and walks off.The more than twenty elite bodyguards immediately nod and trail behind him, staying within two steps of him.Watching Mr. Santiago and his men approach them, the men in the various cars all emerge.They are nearly the same number as Mr. Santiago's men, but more muscled and exude an even more terrifying aura.Their fists are clenched and their face
Mr. Santiago is taken aback for several minutes as the words of the man from the Villes penetrate his eardrums. He had never thought that the Villes's bodyguards will indeed fight against him– him Santiago! It is still a thing of shock to him even as he watches his bodyguards battle fiercely with them and it draws his thoughts away from the scene. Even though he is quite aware that he had done so many terrible things to several families in the past to retain his power and stand as the richest man in Virginia he is also quite aware that he never wronged the Villes in any particular crucial way. He had only won them in an extremely important auction he couldn't afford to lose years ago and since then Norman took a hating on him but why he will be going to this extent just because of such a trivial matter that they can settle amicably is something he can't just comprehend. "Look out!" A sudden horror-filled voice fills his eardrums snapping him out of his thoughts and before he can gr
In an open vacuum of more than thirty acres of land, several people both male and female, old and young, slim and fat, adult and kid are standing before a dressed corpse in a coffin placed on a huge golden table in the middle of the part of the vacuum the people are consuming. Their eyes are all puffy and swollen and they are all decked in black. Most of them still have traces of tears on their cheeks while some are still sobbing. Their faces are sullen and their heads are hung low. But although the sight is before them most of them have a trace of disbelief in their eyes and expressions. It is still to them like they are dreaming as they are waiting to be woken up. A few steps away from the table an aged man in his mid-seventies or eighties with thick grey hair is sitting on a throne-like chair with his hand on his clenched jaw as he stares at the corpse before him. Although he is calm and hasn't yet said a word he emanates a domineering aura and his mouth is set in a hard line
"He didn't just murder Jordan alone grandpa, he assassinated my elite fighters as well. I think he is very good at fighting so sending just anyone to bring him here will be a futile effort. We need to come up with another solution. That man might be an ordinary live-in lover of Juliet but he killed my fighters– my elite fighters grandpa!" Ryder mumbles through gritted teeth careful not to reveal too much because he doesn't want their secrets to be known but yet made sure to hit the nail on the head even though he is so scared of exposing himself. If my grandpa can easily want to kill him, what will happen to me if he discovers that I am part of this and brought it upon him? He's possibly going to break my ribs and limbs and kick me out of the family. As the thoughts flood his mind and the possibility of getting kicked out becomes rampant, he shivers and slowly looks up to take a quick peek at Brooks, who, unlike him, is calm and sighs. He appears to be completely clueless. All I ca
In Virginia, Lucien is oblivious of these evil plans against his life. He and Declan are currently walking together towards the Pearsons Mansion.It was a difficult decision for Lucien to make because they have done him more harm than good.He wants to abandon them instead of saving them but then again he is being lenient to them because of Juliet who is still lying eyes closed on the hospital bed.He knows she'll be devastated if she wakes up to discover her family has been murdered. He knows she'll blame herself forever and may never recover. All of this had contributed to his decision to come to their aid because he did not want Juliet to face any of those. He only wants her to be happy. And he has vowed to do so with his life.As they walk into the Mansion his eyes and that of Declan darken as they observe the numerous corpses before them but yet they remain calm as if they didn't just see anything.For someone like Lucien, known as the fierce God of War, this is what he has witne