Andrew's phone beeped and he hastily took the phone out of his jeans pocket as he was waiting for this. He saw the notification of Mike's message on the lock screen. He prayed to receive good news. He can't bear this torture more. It is killing him from inside to see the bastard hurting his Sunshine. As he read the message, his eyes shone and a smirk appeared on his face. Chloe and Dan staring at him, confused.Mike: We found Zia. He threw the phone on the bed and looked at Dan. He started loosening his belt. "I'm ready to hurt," he said, taking his belt out of all the loops of jeans and shouted, "you," before welting Dan with the belt in outrage. Andrew is not letting him speak up and he is hitting him continuously, taking his all anger out on him. He's also roaring, "you bastard, you hurt my Sunshine and you threatened the Mafia Boss. I trusted you all these years. Now I'll show you what happens to the people who betray Mafia Boss and hurt his Sunshine. You fucking Asshole, I'll
After mourning over her Aunt death, Chloe fainted down in Andrew's arms. "Hey, Sunshine." He patted her cheek, anxious for her. He made her wear his blazer and hurriedly took her to the bed before calling the Doctor. He sat beside her, entwining his hand with her. "I wish I could fix everything on time. I'm so sorry for your loss, Sunshine." He cried, looking at her pale face and kissed her hand. In no time Doctor came. She's checking Chloe and Andrew is just shedding silent tears, staring at her. He is sitting, holding her hand close to his heart. "Sir, she's pregnant." The doctor gave him the unexpected good news and he stared at her in surprise and disbelief. He wasn't expecting this news. "Really?" He asked in a disbelief tone, fresh tears trickled down his cheeks and a smile flashed on his face mechanically. The doctor nodded and told him, "she is weak, therefore she fainted and she needs extra care." Now he nodded at Doctor and then smiled broadly at Chloe. The Doctor lef
In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power. Following him, another figure in a black suit entered, Mike, Andrew's right-hand man. Andrew trusted no one but Mike, a brotherly bond forged through loyalty. Mike's unwavering priority was Andrew, and he would go to great lengths to protect his boss. Upon Andrew's arrival, the men beating the suspended man halted their actions, bowing their heads in obedience. Andrew opened the buttons and took off his coat, striding
"Boss, I think something is wrong with that girl. That woman beat us like this." One of his men groaned while still lying on the floor. "No, you two are useless. A girl defeated you. Shame on both of you. I never want to see your faces again." He chastised them before storming out of the room in fury. As he searched for her in the club, he called Mike and ordered his other men to locate her. "Hello, Boss." Mike answered the call. "Mike, get over here as soon as possible," he instructed. "Okay, boss." Mike replied, ending the call and placing the phone in his pocket. One of Andrew's men informed him that the woman had left the club. Andrew stared straight ahead with a serious expression on his face. **** Mike and Andrew stood in the security room, watching the CCTV footage. When Chloe entered the club in the video, Andrew instructed, "Pause it." The security guard stopped the video in an instant. "I want to know everything about her." He pointed at her in the CCTV footage and o
At night, Andrew sat on the royal king chair, puffing on his cigarette, lost in deep thoughts. He had a serious expression on his face, with three buttons of his black shirt left open, revealing his strong physique. He looked ruggedly handsome. He pondered about Chloe, 'That girl is mysterious. When I aimed a gun at her, I saw no fear in her eyes. The way she fought my trained men suggests she's no ordinary girl. I strongly suspect she's a secret spy. I'll make her reveal the truth.' The next day, Chloe parked her BMW car at the club and stepped out. She looked stunning in a tight-fitted white knee-length dress with white heels. As she walked into the club, a guard stopped her by grabbing her hand, causing her brows to furrow in anger. She glared at the guard and gripped his arm from behind in a swift motion. "How dare you touch me? Nobody has the right to touch me." She chastised him for his actions. "I'm just doing my job. I was instructed by my boss." As the guard explained
Andrew's man entered the torture room with confidence. Her brows furrowed in puzzlement. "Where is your boss?" He didn't answer her and approached her. As he reached in front of her, she smirked and pressed the bridge of his foot with her high pencil heel. "Aaaa." The man cried out in pain, and her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Open me." She commanded, asserting her dominance as if she were the one in charge. "I can't. I'm here to interrogate you. Just reveal what you're hiding, and I'll release you." He responded. She rolled her eyes and thought, 'Oh God! Why do they think I'm hiding something? But it's good for me; I'll get more time to admire Mr. Handsome. But I don't know why he sent this idiot here.' "Ask your boss to interrogate me. I'll only answer to him." She stated in a curt tone. "First, I will interrogate you. Our boss will come if necessary." He explained her. "So now I have to endure him. Oh God, did I come here to see this idiot's face?" She murmured to herse
A week had passed in a whirlwind as Chloe remained engrossed in her blogging and business. She was a fashion blogger and the owner of a fashion company. She worked hard for five days nonstop, and on weekends, she partied hard and enjoyed her life to the fullest. It was Friday night, and she was lying in her lavish bedroom, dressed only in black lingerie, looking sexy with her brown hair tied up in a messy bun. Her room's color theme was white. She wondered about Andrew, 'I've been longing to see Mr. Handsome for a week. Should I visit his club again? I'm not scared to go there, but I'm just confused.' She murmured, "Why shouldn't I visit one of his other clubs?" She grinned and grabbed her phone to search for his clubs. "Wait, I don't even know his name." When she was about to type on G****e, she realized that she didn't even know his name and made a pout. "First, I should search for his club, which I visited last week, to find out his name." She typed, 'who is the owner of the R
Chloe found herself in a dark room, bound to a chair, yelling and struggling to free herself from the tightly knotted ropes. Perplexed about her unknown kidnapper and the reasons behind her abduction, she couldn't fathom any enemies she might have had. The men who brought her there stood like deaf statues, paying no heed to her desperate pleas. A strong man in a grey suit stepped into the room, the others bowed their heads in deference. His sinister grin met Chloe's defiant glare, and she shrieked, "Open me, you bastard." "You're close to Andrew. If you provide all the information about him, I'll free you." He declared, advancing toward her. "I'm not close to him; I met him just last week. He suspects me of spying on him. He's attractive, so I'm interested, but I wish I were actually close to him." She explained truthfully before making a disappointed pout. "This photo clearly shows you both are close." He asserted, displaying a picture on his phone. Her eyes sparkled at the image,