Celeste looked ahead of her, not knowing what to do after all of that. Her life had always been rocky—running from the people that wanted her dead. Now, it felt different. Returning to the one kingdom that had caused so many heartaches to her. Ozigus was being treated for the poison that Princess Henrietta gave to him. Celeste wanted him dead. She wanted to kill him, but she would be no different than him. She would be the monster, just like her birth father.
She chuckled at that term. Birth father. How weird did that sound? He raped her mother just because she didn't reciprocate his approach. He was no father. He was just a man who was greedy, arrogant, and monstrous.
"Now, time to settle a pressing matter," Clavier said, dragging the chair behind him.
Everyone else just watched him as he sat down next to the bed where Ozigus was lying on.
"Release him from the binding vow," Clavier said, pointing to Shadow, who was standing next to Stefano.
A week later,The wind bellowed softly around him as he approached the big golden gates, which a name on the arc that showed the place he was currently heading belonged to the House of Gladwin Xavier Cemetery. Brandon inhaled as he walked past the opened gates. The guards bowed at him before dismissing themselves to give him privacy. It had been ages since he last stepped his foot here. He walked past rows of tombstones belonging to the perished members of the House of Gladwin Xavier.In the middle of the cemetery was a large pink sakura tree that had already bloomed. Located before the tree was the grave of Mirabelle Xavier, the older sister he never had the chance to know. Her grave was covered by the fallen sakura leaves. Brandon crouched down and traced his fingertips on her tombstone. Even though he didn't know her, he could feel the pain of losing his family member. Only a handful of people knew he was the illegitimate son of Gladwin Xavier XIX. But, Brando
Blood splattered on the white floor. Cheers filled the arena. One punch after another, he continued. He could have knocked his opponent with one punch easily, but he didn't know why he decided to take it slow this time. In the previous few fights, he knocked down his opponent in the first five minutes. He never dragged the fight longer than intended. But this time, he dragged the fight as if he was toying with his weaker opponent.The cheers that came from the audience filled him with adrenaline. He took a beating to the face, resulting in a bruise on his left cheek and a tear inside his mouth, but he kept it in. He still stood firm on his two feet. His opponent made another move, swinging his fist right to his face and kicking the stomach.He smirked as he dodged the fist and caught the leg. With a swift punch right to the side of his opponent's
He ran down the empty street of the cold night and staggered when he bumped against the lamppost. Not far from his position, she was following closely. Her right hand played with her sharp butterfly knife while her head was hung low. He heard so much about this Blind Bandit.For years, the person named Blind Bandit had been ravaging countless criminal organizations and brought them down to their knees within the same night. Her name soared in the outlaw's world, yet she chose to become somebody's subordinate instead of building her criminal organization.He clutched his black briefcase closed to his chest and kept on running away from her. No matter how fast he ran, she was always a few meters behind him.Celeste's ears picked on the sound of her boots stomping against the pavement. Her eyes adjusted to fit her situation. She wasn't blind. Celeste still could see, but not in a usual way. She could see through the sounds. It was like echolocation mixed with a rad
The driver stopped the car in front of the gym partially owned by Kennedy Strauss. He was a five-hundred-years old vampire who owned many other illegal businesses such as sex trafficking, drugs, arms dealing, and others—to name a few. Celeste had already worked for him for nearly four years. Leto started a year before her, which made him her senior. It didn't matter, though, because both of them had equal responsibility. The majority of the time, their responsibility was protecting Kennedy from his enemies. It was apparent he made quite a long list of enemies. Whenever there was a business, there was a competition. Kennedy didn't care much about what he did as long as he got the money.This gym was one of the few places where he hired his bodyguards. Leto and Celeste were different stories because Kennedy didn't recruit them from the gym. Every month, Kennedy would recruit one person from the illegal fights as long as the man agreed to the job. Then, the rest would come
"Is this location secure enough for us to meet in this manner?" As soon as Amanda walked into his room, Brandon asked.The white witch smiled and nodded. "Yes, it is secure. I've warded the whole place. Even if you leave the door and windows wide open—even if you scream bloody murder—which I hope won't happen—whatever you say in the house won't exit the house."Brandon said sarcastically, "That's wonderful to know. Although the task has taken too long, I was able to make contact with Kennedy."When he realized he still had a bruise on his cheek, he flinched. Brandon would have healed in the middle of the crowd if Amanda's potion hadn't slowed down his healing. His rapid healing would have revealed his real identity. Amanda became aware of his agony as a result of the injuries. She went
There was a high chance that he could end up dead during the mission. He remembered how easy it was for the outlaws to obtain information on anyone. But one thing he understood, he had to find a way to stay alive even the odds were stacked against him.Brandon swung his fists repeatedly, giving zero chance for his opponent to counterattack his assault. The crowd cheered louder as his opponent dropped to the floor. But that wasn’t enough. He had to show that he had zero hesitation if he wanted to succeed in his mission. Kennedy Strauss was watching from the VIP seat with his two bodyguards. The vampire businessman looked pleased but at the same time, he felt unpleasant as Brandon had yet to give his answer.The referee pulled Brandon away from killing the opponent. Although the fight was illegal, taking a fighter’s life wasn’t part of the rule. But there was a time when it happened.Brandon stood at one corner, watching the referee checking on h
In the next fight in the ring, Kennedy increased his bet on Brandon. Since the latter had accepted his offer, Kennedy showered the fighting arena with his money. It was evident that Kennedy had scored the best fighter of all time. Brandon lived up to his expectations and continued to defend his winning streak. Kennedy acted not more than a sponsor instead as an employer at this point.“I agreed to take your offer, not your money,” Brandon said, putting several stacks of a hundred dollar bills on the table. “If a fighter is what you needed, you got it. I got money from the fights.”Kennedy rubbed his temples. “Consider it as an investment. It’s just a few grand. Nothing big. I invest in you, and you win the fight for me. Maybe use the money for treatments.” He pointed to the severe cut on Brandon’s lips. &
Filthy, wealthy, and horny old men.Those were the description inside Celeste's mind as she watched them enter Lust and Greed nightclub owned by Kennedy. The name itself spoke a volume to those who were regulars. Only those with invitations could enter the nightclub, and those who weren't invited wouldn't even know where the nightclub was. Kennedy Strauss always made sure his nightclub stayed hidden and secured. That way, he could do his business without getting busted.Celeste and Leto stood next to their employer as he walked around, greeting his regular clients whose pockets were full of money. Some of them congratulated him for his event, and some whispered the words of business. Kennedy, whose life was always filled with lust and greed, could never stop himself from getting more of what he wanted.There were two different types of events like this. When a small group of twenty to thirty girls, the event would be called the meeting. The auc