His torrid glare pierced the door. And the visible flexing of his jaw muscles made a promise to Alyssa that today would be a day she wouldn't ever forget.Even as exhilarated as she was due to the succession of her plans slowly unfolding, she could not fight the tiny terror he ignited in her guts.His anger that once disappeared—now back, silently spoke volumes and she felt it.A lump sank into her throat. Out of terror, her feet moved from where they were to go to get the door.“I'll get it,” surprisingly, he stopped her.And strode over himself.Without hesitating, he took the knob and pulled the door.Alyssa couldn't see who it was because his tall build had shielded the person at the other end.She stood still, but she was able to hear what the person had to relay.Hearing the message, she was puzzled if she was supposed to be happy, or…frightened.“The Old Mistress seeks your presence, Young Master Nathan,” surely, this is what the person outside the door has said.Alyssa's eyes
“Mom!” Nathan exclaimed. His eyes stretched and a heavy blanket of shock draped around him.“How dare you, you slut?!” rather enraged, Clarissa offered deaf ears to Nathan's surprise.Instead, she faced Alyssa head-on with her unquenchable fury bubbling inside of her.From the onset, she knew the girl was bad news. Bad bad news!But she had not wanted to cause a flicker in her son's emotions just because of a woman. So she decided to just ignore it and leave it be.Who knew that'll be her deepest regret?“You had the guts to climb into my son's bed. How dare a homeless wretch like you?!” on and on the blame keeps coming.Apart from the Old Mistress, Nathan and the victim of all this—of course, Alyssa.The other two parties in the massive, yet depressive living room were utterly silent.Dane. And Zion, who was nonchalantly leaning on one of the pillars of the mansion, playing with a foldable little knife in his hands, had entirely different expressions in response to the drama being br
Deep pants and heavy breaths eroded the dark and lonely street, accompanied with that came the incessant footsteps of emergency.It appeared it wasn't just one.A palm laid an unexpected grasp on the dim street lamp, whose light fluctuated eerily, giving off a creepy vibe to the desolate area.A slim silhouette who was struggling hard to clutch onto the grasp of life, panting hard, finding difficulty in catching her breath.With a hand on her chest, and the other, holding strongly to the street lamp's pole.Unfortunately, luck appeared to not be on her side.“Hurry, this way!”The voice of the men chasing behind her echoed fearfully.Making her gasp in shock with dread painted vividly in her wet eyes.Even in the dark, just one look and one would be able to spot the sweat dripping through her face, the fear of an innocent girl in her eyes.Having not much time, Alyssa withdrew her clamp fingers from the pole and began sprinting for her life.Praying to whatever God there is that she sh
Alyssa fearfully took steps backwards, her body quivering by the sight of them.“Give up!” he spat, making her tremble with a flinch.Something told her he just loved the fear in her eyes. It fuels his ego.Alyssa's gaze shook, she parted her lips to question in an almost inaudible tone, “Please let me go, w-what do you want from me?” almost choking in tears.Her terrified question was met with a psychopathic laughter rumbling from the leader of the gang. “Well, you can take a wild guess, little lamb,”Already plastered against the smooth wall, Alyssa trembled.Just then, one of the gangsters moved forward and whispered something in the leader's ears.She watched as he immediately got tensed, but skilfully tried to hide it as he dragged his attention back to her.“Look here, little lamb,” he started.“Be nice, and we will be as well; now be a good girl and come with us. We won't hurt you if you cooperate.” the gang leader uttered with a dirty smile latched to his face.Scared beyond
The roaring sound of the engine greeted the quiet residence of the great Devon estate.The car regally made it's entrance while the gate slowly slid to a close behind.Alyssa's eyes were all over the mighty structure of the magnificent mansion right in front of her eyes.Her gaze sparkled with awe.A chuckle from her mysterious savior got her burrying her face with a blush tainting her cheeks.She was red-handedly caught, admiring the view like she had never seen a mansion this big before. Well, that's the truth, she had never seen a mansion this big before.The Devons were really living the life.The man opened his side of the door and seemed to want to step out, but he paused. Looking at her, he asked, “Little girl, what's your name?”Alyssa did well to mask the grimace her face bore from the way he addressed her.Regardless she blinked, resurfacing that impeccable look in her eyes. “It's Alyssa, sir.”“Alyssa…,” he enunciated slowly, as if testing the name for himself.“Nice name y
Dawn finally arrived with an unfamiliar knock on the door.Immediately it echoed through once, Alyssa's eyes shot open in alarm.It's an habit she had grown used to through out her entire life; to always be on guard.Releasing a sigh, she stood from the soft fluffy, pink bed that she was feeling repulsed by, and sauntered towards the door to attend to whoever was at the other end.A loud yawn escaped her lips from the dire fatigue she was suffering from.The whole night, she couldn't get a wink of sleep until six in the morning.Thus, her tiredness today.It turned out to be a maid—the maid who had fixed her last night.“Good morning,” Alyssa hastily greeted first. Her good girl facade in display once more.“Morning, miss,” the helper responded politely.“I've come to see if you need anything?” “Oh, I'm fine, thank you,” a genuine grin spread across her cheeks.“Okay, that's fine.” the maid said. “I'll come back in a while to call you for breakfast,” “Thank you,” Alyssa replied, clo
“I—ah, I'm sorry, please forgive me,” her chaste and docile expression was on automatic once more.Yet in response, all she received was a squinted glare from the man that looked at her like he wanted her body to drop lifeless in the next second.Every second of his cold stare made her insides boil with fear.That look…she could guess it.He's definitely trying to fathom what an unfamiliar face is doing in his mansion.Alyssa was dead baffled if she should immediately start explaining, or wait for him to attack her—yes, attack.Because the look his eyes bore, and the aura he exuded were pure killing intent.“Sir—” unable to sustain it any longer, Alyssa parted her lip to speak, but was rudely interrupted by his shiver invoking voice.“Who are you?” his tone made her shudder with a step back. There's just this power in it.She blinked, gulping down an empty, dry track. “I—” She was definitely going to start speaking, but her words were hooked when she caught on to something.‘Isn't t
Alyssa gulped, not wanting to reveal her thoughts, she blinked and lowered her head to gaze steadily at her clasped fingers.Meanwhile, with the arrival of Zion, a clear frown etched on Nathan's face.His brows bent, and his eyes narrowed subtly.“Zion,” The Mistress of the Devon household called out his name. Her voice held a tinge of worry in it.Ignoring her, Zion majestically strode further. His sharp gaze pierced right into Nathan; whose expression wasn't any calm either.“Who is she?” he asked straight away. His chin tipped to the side where the young girl stood, cowering like a drenched puppy.Of course, Alyssa knew she was the one being referred to. There was no doubting that.Her ears perked up in attention to hear what the youngest son had to reply to that.Astonishingly, a mild chuckle echoed in the massive dinner hall.It belonged to Nathan.One would think he was unfazed to his brother's unnecessary ranting; but the tight scowl on his face told otherwise.“You don't have
“Mom!” Nathan exclaimed. His eyes stretched and a heavy blanket of shock draped around him.“How dare you, you slut?!” rather enraged, Clarissa offered deaf ears to Nathan's surprise.Instead, she faced Alyssa head-on with her unquenchable fury bubbling inside of her.From the onset, she knew the girl was bad news. Bad bad news!But she had not wanted to cause a flicker in her son's emotions just because of a woman. So she decided to just ignore it and leave it be.Who knew that'll be her deepest regret?“You had the guts to climb into my son's bed. How dare a homeless wretch like you?!” on and on the blame keeps coming.Apart from the Old Mistress, Nathan and the victim of all this—of course, Alyssa.The other two parties in the massive, yet depressive living room were utterly silent.Dane. And Zion, who was nonchalantly leaning on one of the pillars of the mansion, playing with a foldable little knife in his hands, had entirely different expressions in response to the drama being br
His torrid glare pierced the door. And the visible flexing of his jaw muscles made a promise to Alyssa that today would be a day she wouldn't ever forget.Even as exhilarated as she was due to the succession of her plans slowly unfolding, she could not fight the tiny terror he ignited in her guts.His anger that once disappeared—now back, silently spoke volumes and she felt it.A lump sank into her throat. Out of terror, her feet moved from where they were to go to get the door.“I'll get it,” surprisingly, he stopped her.And strode over himself.Without hesitating, he took the knob and pulled the door.Alyssa couldn't see who it was because his tall build had shielded the person at the other end.She stood still, but she was able to hear what the person had to relay.Hearing the message, she was puzzled if she was supposed to be happy, or…frightened.“The Old Mistress seeks your presence, Young Master Nathan,” surely, this is what the person outside the door has said.Alyssa's eyes
Eyes widened as they clashed with the venomous glare directed at her.Alyssa was first of all shocked. It was written on her face.‘Does he know?’‘How did he find out?’‘When did he…?’“It's you,” Her mind had already gone haywire before she heard him say.Already shaken, a gulp passed through her throat before she nodded, “Yes, it's me,” her voice flowed in whispers.“Sorry to scare you…” Nathan paused when he realized her wrist was still encased in his grip.He instantly let it go without finishing his statement.Just then, he flickered his gaze away almost immediately, looking flustered.Alyssa blinked, noticing his weird behavior.She speculated it might be he was suspecting.However, in the next second, it was her turn to be more flustered and embarrassed when she realized that she had forgotten to properly fix the shirt she wore.At this very moment, she felt like slapping herself on the face for her foolishness.Her bare shoulder and chest were purely exposed.Without waiting
Eyes widened as they clashed with the venomous glare directed at her.Alyssa was first of all shocked. It was written on her face.‘Does he know?’‘How did he find out?’‘When did he…?’“It's you,” Her mind had already gone haywire before she heard him say.Already shaken, a gulp passed through her throat before she nodded, “Yes, it's me,” her voice flowed in whispers.“Sorry to scare you…” Nathan paused when he realized her wrist was still encased in his grip.He instantly let it go without finishing his statement.Just then, he flickered his gaze away almost immediately, looking flustered.Alyssa blinked, noticing his weird behavior.She speculated it might be he was suspecting.However, in the next second, it was her turn to be more flustered and embarrassed when she realized that she had forgotten to properly fix the shirt she wore.At this very moment, she felt like slapping herself on the face for her foolishness.Her bare shoulder and chest were purely exposed.Without waiting
The next morning was a follow-up of Alyssa's mysterious plans.The morning sun reflected brightly on the dark brown curtain making her squint her eyes tightly.She stirred awake with a soft moan.Fluttering her lethargic eyes, Alyssa felt cramped and stiff, the comfortable mattress did help a great deal to deliver her a peaceful sleep despite her miserable night.She slowly sat up and realized that she was indeed not in her room, but in a room that exhumed manliness and masculinity.Glancing at the whole room, Alyssa couldn't restrain the little smile that tugged at her lips; due to the dark brown and white colors that the entire room was made of.Just then, her sight caught on the white-colored sofa, with a sturdy and tall figure lying somewhat uncomfortably in it.Of course, she knew it was the Young Master of the Devons household.‘This is sure to work,’ she thought to herself with her eyes staring at his back hollowly.How gentlemanly of him—he chose to lay on the sofa even when h
Utterly baffled, Nathan's frown was purely evident with the grim contortion of his features.He lowered his sight to her motionless body in his arms, clinging tightly to him in subconsciousness.Surely, he couldn't help but notice the empty tray and a tumbled mug at the far end that had rolled to a stop.His gaze immediately got replaced with something hardened as he sent it right to the very door that was adjacent to his.He stared at the fragile body in his hold and his narrowed brows straightened into pity.Nathan adjusted her figure before bending down and scooping her securely in his arm.He heard her soft and barely audible whimpers and moans of pain.He knew she was in serious agony, but he was confused as to how and what happened.Not thinking much, Nathan gently lowered her to his bed. He watched with a worried sigh how she rolled to the other side, her face crumbled into a grimace.Not long before she slowly rolled back, and she seemed to be mouthing something he was not abl
Her tongue fearfully ran across her now-dried lips as she processed his command.‘He has a suspicion,’ she thought to herself while she watched his gaze burn the mug.Of course! She had done something to the coffee.How could she not?From the maids, she overheard that the Master had problems sleeping at night—well, it's expected, judging from the amount of blood in his hands.The thought nearly made her roll her eyes.She also found out that he could only sleep when he had this special decaf coffee digested down his system.And it was a strict order from the Old Mistress herself, to have this coffee brought to him every night before bed.She had even assigned him his maid in the mansion, who's in charge of all that gets into his stomach in the mansion.‘How deeply she loved her eldest son.’Alyssa almost clicked her tongue in pity for dear Nathan.“A penny for your thoughts?” He sounded the least interested. “I told you to drink the coffee, or do you want me to shove it down your thr
Late that night,Alyssa's grip tightened on the tray in her hold.A look of reluctance appeared in her gaze, but in a flash, just as it came, it left the same.Her gaze sauntered to the cup of coffee on the tray before a quick exhale left her lips—She's nervous!Raising her first, she delivered a quiet knock on the protective door. A door she shouldn't be closed to.Yet surprisingly, “Come in,” Her grip on the tray hardened into a squeeze.His tone was rather calm and low, contrary to how it normally sounded when he's in the mood to wreak havoc.Sighing, Alyssa made sure to be in full play, as her expression immediately softened before she struggled to pull the knob and finally get it right—Of course it's part of her facade.Zion was tiredly spiraled on his massive king-size bed, with his left hand shielding his eyes and one of his long legs folded underneath the other.From the moment he heard his maid struggling with the door she usually opens, he knew something was amiss.“—sir,”
It was a surprise to be a witness to this much that was going on in the household.Alyssa thought.Yet in the underground world, the two brothers who are at each other's neck, are posed as the most compatible devils one could ever think of.Their unity was horrifying, hence it was a surprise to this drama beholding.Perhaps, it's nothing but pure rumor?Alyssa wondered internally.In the heat of the moment, no one had noticed the suspicious frown on her face.Nathan's glare prominently bore right into his brother's.They both seemed to be in tough staring contest.The turmoil in his eyes were evident.He didn't want to give in, and neither did Zion.The unpleasant contest went on for a few more minutes, before Nathan breathed out in resignation.“Fine!” he muttered out. His gaze travelled towards the frightened little lamb in the wolf's deadly clutches.His molded fist hardened tighter, almost producing a cracking sound from his knuckles.Meanwhile Alyssa's keen interest was set on wha