I saw him through the corners of my eyes. My heart was beating in my chest. I peeled my attention from my husband and gazed at Rocky with astonishment, "Who taught you fruity-tooty?" I asked. The name didn't seem to be given by an expert cook but by a child. "My sister," He said. He always masked his face with cruelty or no expression. I felt a ping of sadness in my chest. I was a little mischievous girl for my brother. I always do something naughty to bring a smile to his face and ask him to give me cookies from the shelves. He was tall. He made me my favorite cheese sandwich. I stopped eating them after his death "My brother..." I choked but halted, "When I was a kid. My brother was tall, he helped me with cookies to bring them down from the high shelf." I smiled. Rocky looked at me for a sec and nodded his head. I looked away to hide my tears but my gaze locked with his amber eyes. The lock of his jaw explained he still hated the tears in my eye
Next Morning! There was only one thing hovering in my mind. I can't sit here calmly and watch him getting ruined. I put on warm and comfortable clothes. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Two braids, loose strands, pink glossy lips, spotless face. I slung my backpack over my shoulders. I checked my pockets. I have no cash. How could he be so cruel to me? "Rich husband, poor wife," I pointed at myself. I opened the window. Carefully, I landed on the other side. If there were guards, seeing me running out of my husband's home. I didn't care. I needed to do it. It had robbed my calamity, and peace of mind. I opened the door. Instead of running like most of my days, to feel the dangerous situation out before going out of the room. I kept pacing. Rocky and Assassin got on their feet and exchanged a look, "Good morning, boys." I smiled Rocky struggled to not glare at me. Assassin cleared his throat, "Where are you go
DUANTE'S POV I could turn the day into night for her. The sky was overcast with dark clouds. Helping me to gain what I aimed for. One of the cold days of New York. The whole manor was under artificial fog. It wouldn't last long. I covered her with a warm blanket. She was delicate as a flower and needed a lot of care. My trusted men surrounded me, loaded guns in their hands. I wouldn't let this happen again. Our steps were making no noise as we quickened them. I reached my office. Tom stepped forward and placed his hand on the black display. The screen lit up green, giving us access to pass. Only I and Tom are familiar with these secret paths. Eve has access to these secret passages, underground floors. Mini can enter the secret passages but she isn't allowed out until one of us grants it. She isn't strong, brave and tough like Eve. Rocky glanced down at his wrist, "Fog would have cleared." He said. Aakash stared down at the
My heart kicked up a notch at the thought of Aarav coming with us. I was dam* sure he wasn't Aarav. I didn't even know that a man who was hit with a bullet in his head could survive. He had told himself that he was in a coma for almost a year. I felt him around me. It was similar to the feeling when Duante shot him in the head. My gaze turned to Tom, " My phone and laptop?" I asked. I haven't even seen my gadgets properly, then all this happened. "Here," Duante shoved the bag at my side and placed it between us. I smiled seeing the latest version of the iPhone and laptop, "Thank you," I muttered to him again. You felt more freedom with your personal things. Though, I could hire any best designer in the world, any piece of jewellery, anything, impossible was nothing for me when I was Duante Rego's wife. I clicked on Tom's number and tapped my index finger multiple times. I averted my gaze out of the door. Duante shouldn't know about it.
I beamed at him ear to ear. His memory has been restored. I'm offended he hid it from me. But I had done this too in the past. We're a family. We care for each other. But we hardly use words to express ourselves. My husband is at the top of the list. He rarely explains what he feels. I always consider him a strong personality. He is. There's no doubt but he also gets tired of everything. His phone began to ring, breaking the spell. I pulled my head back gazing up at him. He was already scowling at the display. His look said it was not something he was expecting. When he didn't answer the call, his phone beeped. Footfalls echoed in the glass house. With his clenched jaw, he got on his feet, taking me along with him. I stepped back, my hands still curled around his shoulders. Abruptly, my heart began to pound in my chest. I could feel something bad coming. But I couldn't spoil the moment by bringing it out of my mouth. "Boss," Drake
DUANTE'S POV I could feel her eyes on me. The stalker wouldn't get a little hint. It would drive him crazy. This was the result of his craziness. I didn't want her to hear anything. I couldn't deny her when she looked at me with her big beseeching eyes. "You will be in each other's contact." I dismissed them. Arsh, Aakash, and Drake exchanged looks. "Boss?" Aakash gulped, taking a small step ahead. "Find his third son." I gritted my teeth. I felt a tug on my coat. A little astounded, I peered down at her. She flashed her innocent smile. "Is the meeting over? I think our baby is hungry." She chewed on her bottom lip sharing a nervous look with me. I couldn't hold the corners of my mouth tilting up. I brushed my knuckles on her crimson cheek. She relaxed under my touch. I could feel the tension in her body, the questions in her eyes. I was glad that one of my enemies was dead today. "Sure," I turned to Drake. "Did Ru
The sky had gone dark. I couldn't persuade myself to move or to go in. His strange, mysterious talking was confusing and dreading me the most. He lost his memory and forgot everything about me. A shudder worked down my spine. Meri thought frightened me. I could never imagine myself forgetting him. Was he trying to tell me something? Was he planning something? He never told me anything. He attended his meeting in another language. So I couldn't get a word. It was clearly showing, it was related to me. I rubbed my palm on my arms, hugging myself. I felt goosebumps. My heart hammered in my chest. "You shouldn't be out," I felt something warm over my shoulders. Lifting my chin, I looked up at Tom. He smiled down at me. "Why is Mini not here?" I asked. He breathed out with a frown. He walked around the bencher and sat next to me. "Dad said, her mother can take care of her better than us." I felt sadness engulfing
Getting in the dining hall, my eyes drifted over to the head chair. I hadn't seen him after our awkward conversation. I was still trying to contemplate it. He should explain more to me. The head chair was empty. I slanted my eyes around. I could only see guards. Where were all? I peered over my shoulder. Assassin and Rocky were staring ahead, giving no expression. "Where are all the boys?" I asked them, arching my brows. There was no sign of irritation on Rocky's face, not even a deep snort which he usually threw my way after calling him boy. Assassin didn't pass his small smile. "They'll be home soon. It's your breakfast time." Assassin waved his hand at one of the guards. I turned in my seat to look ahead in the kitchen, who hurried to bring my food. "Where's my husband?" I asked. I had a nagging feeling, my heart pounded in my ears everytime I recalled my fear. He always left me amazed, wondering in shock. There was somethin
A smile crawled on my face. The dark was hiding me. They took care of each other like brother and sister. Tom should be with his wife. He was comforting my scared wife as a father does to his scared little girl. "I won't talk to him when you find him. He shouldn't have disappeared." My wife wasn't looking certain about her threat. It broadened my smile. Like my wife, Tom believed it too that I could be alive and out somewhere watching them. They weren't wrong. They don't need to know it, just for now. "Do you think Andrew could be the stalker?" I saw fear in her eyes. I should have listened to her when she first voiced her dread. It's never too late. We might not be together but we were safe. And we were a family. Tom shook his head. "You're not thinking about it, your nightmare or anything. Your baby needs you now. You should be happy." "I don't know how to smile and be happy without him. He said right I didn't die without him. But I don't know how to l
I hopped in silently and accelerated the car. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I ignored it but it continuously began trembling in my pocket. I clicked on Bluetooth to answer it. "Boss, One of them survived. Aaron sir went in to interrogate him, himself." "And" I kept my eyes on the road. I could not take the nagging thought out of my head that they could have kidnapped her. There would not be any chance left to capture him but to attack him. "He has given us an address." It could be a trap. I hadn't known anyone spilling their guts out of their mouth until Aaron had made wounds on his already cut skin. "I'm not certain." I muttered. If I wasn't sure about anything, I couldn't sit until I got into the bottom of it. "Hire someone from a local gang. I need the report within six hours." I clicked to disconnect it. Meeting with Aaron or everything could wait. There was something essential. Why did my wife run away? I pulled t
"Devil," I hoarsely said. I was chasing my wife, and I checked into the same motel. It must be related to the footage. I was fucking furious at her My jaw was clenched under the mask. "The famous devil?" Assassin asked, looking a little shocked. He didn't know anything about me being Devil. But he was aware that there were some hidden guards watching my wife from afar. No one needed to see the face behind the mask. "I should recognize you from your look. No one has ever seen you." I nodded. Anger was still boiling inside me. My wife's eyes were on me. I looked at her, coldly. "Um, the shop owner must have called the police." She muttered, looking nervous. "I've messaged the cleaned-team." I said. Drake would be here with guards soon. I needed one of them alive. It could be a big help. My wife wouldn't be the only one Andrew would have sent to be kidnapped. For now, I wasn't going to leave my wife's side. "I don't know what a cleaned-te
Is this happiness I'm feeling? Did my father feel it when my mother was pregnant? I would have definitely asked him if he were alive. But I haven't been this relentless then. I ran my thumb over the black-and-white photo. My child. I haven't seen him, hold him but I feel attached to him. Tom must be feeling this. I couldn't talk to him. There are some battles that we have to face alone. He was acting on my advice and concentrating on the business. But he was also digging into the matter, trying to find the person who was behind all this. I heard the softest footsteps. It was easy to detect when you were aware of your surroundings. My eyes lifted from the file. Cristiano strode into the hall, his hands were shoved in his pockets. I motioned him to the front chair. " I was expecting you, but not alone?" My brows shot up. I was certain he would fall in love with Angela. Her frightened look reminded me of the day when I first saw my wife, draped in a bea
I did everything to keep her safe. I'll do it again. I have pushed her away from me. I hope it will be the last time. I pinched the bridge of my nose. It's going to be a difficult time for her. I hope she will keep my words in her mind. "We should tell Tom." Aaron's voice reached my ears. I shook my head. My wife would do anything to hear the truth from him. Uncle and his son, Andrew would notice it instantly. Andrew might be an eccentric person but he was good at playing mind games. It kept him alive for a long time. He should die in that building. "I want them to trust that. If he would be smart, he would remember our last conversation." I stared out at the night sky. I never let my guard down. My brothers know me. My wife has witnessed the happy side of me. I'm possessive and protective. "You're right, but I hate this." He told me. "I know." I muttered, it was a hard decision to take but to end this game forever, I had to do t
For now, it would be only Aaron and Drake. It would be better if fewer people knew about it. "Drake, call them to meet me in the warehouse. Now!" He said. Aaron's eyebrows shot up. "We have a meeting after two hours." He rubbed his fingers on his two-day-old stubble. "He can wait. Just message him this location. Traffic is going to keep him busy. It would earn us some more time." His blazing gaze turned to Drake. "There should be no trace of human activities." Drake nodded. "We can call them after meeting with Antonio Sir, boss." He suggested. "Just tell them to be here." He lashed. Drake bowed his head and drifted out of the old wooden office. "You should hear him. There may be a point in his suggestion." Aaron said. He smiled his way. "I know what I'm doing." His grip fastened on the back of the old chair. Aaron looked at him, holding no expression on his face. "I have a feeling. You have already planned eve
AFTER TWO DAYS... Anger surged through him. He leaned across the counter and stared out with a deep scowl. "He cut his body in hundred pieces," Drake said, a disgusting look on his face. "And Sofia and her son?" He asked. His arms were folded over his chest. His hands were fisted tightly that his knuckles went white. "Arsh and Aakash are searching for them. We haven't gotten a clue yet, boss. " Drake shook his head. "Boss, Aaron Sir has reached," Cey said. He slightly nodded his head and pushed him away from the counter. His eyes were matching the color of his, and two inches shorter than him, his cousin, walked into the hall. Opening his arms, he embraced him. "Brother, it's important or I would have never asked you to come when Eveleen is pregnant." Aaron said. He patted his back strongly. "Is everything alright?" He asked him. "You need to hear it out." Taking long strides back, he took the couch. "I can trust your Ten?" He ask
Antonio's POV I hadn't heard from my daughter. I had called her grandma. But she wasn't answering. He had sent his guard to check on them. He never liked the habit of her denying the security around her. She wanted to lead a normal life and he loved her so much to give her anything. Duante walked in the hall. Drake was always with him. He still remembered the small boy smiling but it was for a short period. After his parent's death, he adopted a cold expression. He was glad that he opened up for his wife. He could still see a little glimpse of his happy side around his wife. But it faded after he lost his memories. "Did we get any clue, son?" Antonio asked, getting on his feet. His head was still mulling over his daughter and grandchild. He glanced at him for a long second. "Is Sofia alright?" Duante asked, his poker face wasn't giving anything. "It has been a week. I called Betha's house. She didn't answer. I'm worried. She always leaves a message
He was smirking, madness could be seen in his eyes. His lustful eyes were glued on the display. He ran his thumb on her rosy lower lip. "Soon! The day isn't that far. The day you'll be in my arms, beneath me." He laughed, rubbing his hand on his chest. "Er... It's a bad idea. She's pregnant." Cole told him, looking over his shoulder at the display. A wave of fierce anger rose in him. He jumped on his feet and turned to him with a sharp expression. He grasped his neck in a death grip. He began to jab several punches in his face. Cole groaned in pain, trying to dodge his punches and lifting his both arms. It only infuriated him more. He was a mad person. His knuckles were crimson with his blood. He broke his jaw. " Andrew," Max came running into the room. "He's important. You can't ruin his face." He curled his both arms around his middle pulling him away from him. Cole fell to the ground, and the front of his shirt was soaked in his blo