No sooner had she reached the bank of the river than she stopped on her tracks upon witnessing the scene that had welcomed her.
The young master, Weylin Turner, was leaning on his parked bike with his back facing the assassin. His black blazer covered his massive back. The twirling smoke from the burning tip of the cigarette seemed to rise heavenward. The assassin could sense a heavy air around him.
As the assassin stepped on the grass, a rusting sound was heard, gaining the attention of the young master. Shadow was looking at the grass when she stepped on it. Suddenly she felt a movement of air around her. Frowning, she raised her head only to find a dagger coming towards her. She dodged the dagger, having a narrow escape from getting stabbed.
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Shadow looked at him before a devilish smirk appeared on her lips. Letting out a deep breath, she ran her long, slender fingers through her long ponytail."You can marry that woman, try to fall for each other and if that fails, you can go for a divorce," Shadow said in one breath, voice sounding so professional. She glanced at the young master who was staring at her, bewildered. Smirking, she continued. "You are only asked to get married. You aren't even told what to do after the marriage. Ain't that something you should have noticed by now?""You've got a point." Weylin nodded his head, rubbing his chin between his fingers. "We can do that.""See, life isn't actually as hard as it seems to be," Shadow wiggled her brows, smiling slightly. "Sometimes you just have to ch
"How are things going?" Weylin Turner asked, paying the bill for the snacks he bought from the market."All's fine," Jace replied from the other side of the phone. "There's a lot of positive response.""Great!" Weylin smiled, opening the cap of his drink."Is everything alright there?" Jace asked."Come home safely first. Then I'll tell you everything," Weylin replied with a chuckle, taking a sip from his drink."Where are you now? A lot of hazy noises are being heard," Jace said, seemingly irritated by the background noises."Oh! I just got off the market," the young
"Kids, you shouldn't randomly ask for favours from strangers," Garaine advised while waiting for Weylin to come. "What will you do if he feels disturbed?""But, sister, he doesn't seem like a stranger," Eva replied, giggling. "You called him by his name. It means you know him. So he isn't a stranger.""Aish!" The caregiver internally face-palmed herself. These kids...I really cannot win an argument against them. She thought. "But still you don't know him, right? So that makes him a stranger to you.""But sister knows him," Lucy said innocently, putting her index finger on her cheek.Before Garaine could say anymore, a
Sitting on the chair, Weylin's eyes were focused on the laptop screen. His fingertips were sliding against the touchpad of the laptop. After checking the statistics for a while, he let out a deep sigh, running his long fingers through his hair. Taking off his spectacles, he leaned back against the chair. He closed his eyes, giving the muscles of his eyes a chance to relax."Damn! It has been a week already since I have met her," Weylin wondered, massaging his temples. "I wonder how her condition is now." He glanced at his phone before letting out a sigh. "I thought she would text me on the social media handle but it seems like things aren't in my favour. Things are only getting harder and harder.""Weylin, are you again overworking yourself?" Jace walked in, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Garaine Jones!"Weylin exclaimed, stopping in his tracks while Jace immediately sprang up.Why is she here!? Weylin thought, being completely speechless. She was the least expected candidate among the ones who came into his mind. Couldn't they find any other girl except her?! But It's too late to think of anything else. I am sorry, Garaine Jones, but I have to do this."Claude Smith?!" Garaine exclaimed, feeling relieved upon seeing a familiar figure.Jace glanced at his friend only to find the latter's facial expressions turned into grim ones, representing the leader of The Black Panther.
The guests in the wedding hall were waiting impatiently for the couple. Blake Turner as well as Mr Calypso took glances at the door, waiting for their children. Abruptly the door opened, welcoming the bride and the groom. For a moment, silence engulfed the room. The excited faces gazed eagerly to see how beautiful the bride and the groom were.Garaine Jones was walking timidly beside the young master, circling her hand around his arm, while he walked in proudly with chin propped up. No sooner had the guests realized that the bride wasn't Miss Calypso than whispering and mumbling noises flooded the hall. Blake Turner frowned as soon as his eyes fell on the bride. An astounded Blake Turner glanced at his son who didn't seem to mind the disgusting gazes that were piercing him. Meanwhile, Mr Calypso just stared at the couple, unable to interpret the situation.
Garaine stood there, thunderstruck. She had to prove that she loved the person whom she hated the most. But how? She glanced at Mrs Calypso only to find an irritating victorious smirk on her face. Instantly, she felt like wiping off that annoying smirk off that woman's face.Finding no other option, she turned towards Weylin. Weylin was about to interfere when Garaine pulled him by his neck, pressing her lips against his. Weylin's eyes widened when he felt a pair of soft lips against his cold ones, leaving him completely bewildered. Before he could react, she pushed him gently, breaking the kiss."Do you need any more proof than this?" Garaine asked, looking at Mrs Calypso.She herself turned into beet red after doing something so brazen. She
"Garaine! What have you done?!"Garaine was rubbing her lips harshly with a piece of cloth, causing them to bleed. Her mascara was smeared while her eyes became red and swollen. Upon seeing the young master, she didn't even stop, rubbing her lips harshly, trying to get rid of the lingering feeling of his lips on hers."Garaine, stop it!" Weylin yelled, trying to stop her.The lady turned a deaf ear to his words. Breathing heavily, she continued rubbing her lips, causing them to bleed even more."What the heck are you doing?" Weylin rushed to her, holding her wrists tightly. "Oh my God! You are bleeding!""Let me go!" Ga
Garaine spent the next few weeks resting in Weylin’s bed. He didn’t want to take any risk and moved her to his room. He was so careful while taking care of her, providing the utmost love, support, and anchor to her that she left like she was some spoiled princess of some distant fantasy world. He provided everything from time to time starting from medicines to food. In his absence, his specially appointed maids took care of her. He even made time out of his busy schedule to accompany her on walks so that her recovery would speed up. His boundless dedication and great deal of care made her heart flutter, making her fall for him all over again. He even remembered what her favorite snack was and which brand she preferred. Through all the sweet loving moments, Garaine felt like something had changed in Weylin. Though he was being all lovey-dovey with her, giving her a princess treatment, she felt he was being somewhat distant. He seemed to distance himself from her after they reconci
"Divorce!?” Leysa gasped, putting her hand on her lips. “You are talking about divorce!” She turned toward her husband who was standing beside her while she was sitting on a chair. “Blake, is he really our child? Did you really inherit our genes?” Blake glanced at his wife, shaking his head at her dramatic remarks. He was at a loss of words when Lucia informed him about Weylin’s reckless decision. “Weylin, your father and I have been together for fifteen years,” Leysa stated proudly. “Never did he mention breaking up with me, or divorcing me even though I’m from a normal background. How can you think of divorcing her when she is a well-trained assassin?”Weylin didn’t say anything. His gaze was glued to the floor. A heartbroken Garaine kept taking glances at her husband, hoping that he would change his mind.Lucia was standing beside Garaine, comforting her best friend whenever she became tense while Jace stood beside Weylin. The way they were so engrossed in the serious conversatio
What’s this strong unpleasant odour? Antiseptics? Disinfectants? Where am I? Oh! I remember. I took the bullet that was meant for Mr. Turner. Seems like I’m in hospital right now. I can hear some indistinct voices. This voice. It's very familiar. Is It Mr. Turner?But what is he saying? I cannot hear it clearly. Please speak loudly. I wanna hear your voice. “Please wake up soon, Garaine. I can’t bear to see you like this. Please wake up for me.”I’m awake Mr. Turner! Mr- Wait, I can’t open my eyes. Ugh! I have to open my eyes. I want to see him. Is he crying? Why is his voice quivering? “Mr. Turner…” She croaked, blinking several times to adjust her vision. Weylin, who was holding her hand between his palms while touching it to his forehead, immediately looked up. His eyes widened as he saw her blinking at him. “Garaine, you are awake!” “Water,” she grunted.He immediately poured some water in the glass. Helping her to get up slowly, he held the rim of the glass near her lips.
Weylin’s eyes widened. “Don’t!” Weylin screamed. One of his most important principles was to never sacrifice his allies for his benefit and he couldn’t leave her to die when she had been his best friend since he rose to power as a mafia leader in the USA.“Drop your guns and let me get out of the mansion safely,” Oliver demanded shamelessly. Before he could take a step forward, cross-firing started. Taking advantage of the situation, they collected their guns and hid behind whatever furniture they found nearby. Blake along with Leysa hid behind a massive pillar.Leysa tightly hugged Blake, hiding from the gun sounds. Suddenly, a stream of memories of the incident where she lost her memories played in her mind. The situation where she lost her memories was no different from what was going on right now. She started to feel dizzy. She cupped her head, trying to soothe the head-splitting headache. A chain of events where she was separated from Blake and her child flashed in her mind. B
“Is everything alright?” Shadow asked in an utter grim tone. “Yes, master.” The reply came from the other side of the call. “Our men encircled the Davies’s mansion and we are keeping an eye on their every move from the shadows. They don’t seem to notice us.” “Good! We will be there within ten minutes,” Shadow said. “Everything should go according to the plan.”“Roger!”“What’s up?” Weylin asked, focusing on the road as he was driving. “Everything is going according to the plan,” Shadow informed. “We will just have to barge in and kidnap Madame Turner. Spider is more than prepared for this. If needed our men wouldn’t hesitate to open fire and kill Oliver Davies.”“Killing the Davies is also one of the most important tasks for today’s mission,” Weylin asserted. “If we fail to put an end to Oliver, Mirela will do it.”“I hope she wouldn't change teams at the nick of the moment,” Shadow mumbled, not trusting her enemy’s daughter even for a second. “She won’t,” Weylin replied firmly,
"Where are you, Spider?” Shadow asked, sitting opposite to Blake Turner in a luxury restaurant. “How long will it take for you to reach the said location?”“Aw…my darling, Shadow, do you miss me that much?” Spider responded from the other side of the call. “It seems like you can’t bear to wait a second more to meet me. Do you miss me that badly?”“Cut the bullshit.” Shadow rolled her eyes while Blake keenly observed her facial expressions. “Do you even know how long we are waiting here? It has been almost 2 hours.’“Aw…my baby has been waiting for that long?” Spider’s voice sounded like a teenage girl fangirling over her favourite idol. “You love me that much?”The voice from the other side of the call was so loud that Blake could hear her. He chuckled, listening to their banter. Shadow glanced at Blake who seemed to enjoy the situation. He signalled her with his eyes to answer instead of gazing at him. “My darling Spider, I swear if you spout nonsense again, I’ll make sure to bury
“What?”Garaine flinched. Subconsciously, she touched her face only to feel her mask. She heaved a sigh of relief as her cover didn’t blow. “Why are you covering your face like that?” Weylin frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Take that annoying mask off your face first. I cannot see your beautiful face.”He reached his hand out to take her mask off when she leaned back, making it impossible for him to touch her mask.“What are you doing, young master?!” Garaine exclaimed. “God! He is so out of it”. She mumbled, rolling her eyes. “I guess these drunkyards left me with no other choice.”“What are you mumbling?” Blake looked at her. “My apologies but I have to do this.” Garaine gave a sudden blow at Blake’s neck, hitting his carotid artery, knocking him unconscious. She held him by his waist to prevent him from falling on the floor and sustaining injuries. “What did you do to my father?” Weylin looked at her with horror in his eyes. “The next in the line is you.”Garaine stretched her li
"I need to distract myself.” Weylin lightly slapped his cheeks and climbed the stairs to his father’s office. It was 10 am and he planned to keep himself as busy as possible to avoid the reminiscence of the events revolving around Garaine. As he climbed a few more steps, a waft of alcohol assaulted his nose. He stopped in his tracks. “Alcohol?” Weylin frowned. “Who is drinking alcohol this early in the morning?” He quickly reached his father’s door when the scent of alcohol intensified. He gasped when the realization hit him. “Don’t tell me Father…""Father!" He opened the door with a loud bang without caring to knock. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets while his jaws slacked at the sight that was welcoming him. Blake was sitting on the floor with his head buried in his arm on the table. He was holding his wife's huge portrait with the other hand. His blazer was pitifully lying on the floor as the owner seemed to discard it hours ago. His wh
Garaine turned around only to find her husband sitting on the couch. She gulped nervously as she realized what would happen next. She tried to read her husband’s expression but since the room was dimly lit, she failed. “You are supposed to be sleeping now. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Garaine spoke, trying to mask the anxiousness on her face.“That’s not important, Garaine.” Weylin stood up and took a step forward. ”I'm not letting you off the hook today.”Weylin’s voice was cold enough to send chills down her spine. Garaine lowered her gaze as she knew she had no escape today. It's natural for a loving husband to worry for his wife and Weylin was indeed a very loving husband. He was just worried about her.She parted her lips but she just couldn’t bring herself to spill the beans about her deepest secret to her husband. Thousands of unwanted negative thoughts started to gnaw her mind. What if he starts hating me? What if he stops loving me? He actually fell for my caring side, not for