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Garaine immediately turned back only to find her husband standing behind her, leaning against the wall with his hands crossed across his chest. âMr. Turner, why aren't you asleep yet?â She frowned, rushing towards her husband. âGaraine, where have you been?â Weylinâs voice sounded icy as he stood erect, letting his hands hang on his sides. The dim yellow lights illuminated his firm chest, wrapped with bandages, peeking through his unbuttoned black shirt. His usual side parted that was swept back appeared all messy. Was he drinking? Now that she was standing just in front of him, she could smell a faint scent of alcohol from him. âMr. Turner, have you been drinking?â Garaine asked, pretty astounded by his guts. âYou are injured and still you are drinking!â âGaraine Turner, Donât. Avoid. My. Question!â Weylin clenched his jaws, controlling his urge to yell. His suppressed roar depicted how angry he was. âIâm asking you for the last time. Where have you been?â She gulped, unabl
âWhat?!â Spider exclaimed, stopping in her tracks. âSo, youâre saying that all the cyber attacks were caused by Davies?ââDonât stop moving, you blockhead,â Shadow smacked her friendâs head. âWe are in the basement. One mistake will cost both of our lives.ââAh, my bad.â Lucia smiled sheepishly. âIn the morning, I had a meeting with my father and Mr. Turner,â Garaine explained. âThe Davies seems to be up to something big. The corresponding cyber attacks, attack on Mr. Turner, attack on me and this tight security- I think it's somehow related to the mystery of the basement.ââYou are worn out, arenât you?â Lucia wanted to know, noticing the change in her gait pattern.âI've been working non-stop since yesterday,â Garaine let out a weary smile. âIt's natural that Iâm kinda exhausted.âLucia held Garaineâs hand, making the other look at her. âWe shouldâve postponed our mission if you arenât feeling good.â Her voice was contoured with concern. âAish, you worrywart, Iâm not that exhaust
âWhat?!â Luciaâs eyes widened. She couldn't believe her ears. âWhat are you saying? Didnât the Turners lose her in a gang war long ago?ââI used to believe the same.â Garaine turned to her friend. âBut how are you so sure that it's her?â Lucia asked, unconvinced by Garaineâs words. âI mean you never saw her, did you?ââThere is a huge portrait of her hanging on the wall in my fatherâs room,â Garaine explained. âIt's impossible not to recognize her.ââThen something is greatly fishy.â Lucia bobbed thoughtfully. Oliver left shortly. After a few minutes, a maid appeared with a covered tray in her hands. The assassins glanced at each other, communicating with their eyes. They nodded. As the maid was about to pass by the pillar, behind which they were hiding, Garaine knocked her unconscious. She quickly changed into the maidâs clothes and took the tray in her hands, appearing exactly like a maid of Davies' household. Meanwhile, Lucia didn't plan to go into disguise. Garaine covered her f
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 husbandâs expression but since the room was dimly lit, she failed. âYou are supposed to be sleeping now. Why arenât you sleeping?â Garaine spoke, trying to mask the anxiousness on her face.âThatâs not important, Garaine.â Weylin stood up and took a step forward. âI'm not letting you off the hook today.âWeylinâs 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 couldnât 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
"I need to distract myself.â Weylin lightly slapped his cheeks and climbed the stairs to his fatherâs 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. âAlcohol?â Weylin frowned. âWho is drinking alcohol this early in the morning?â He quickly reached his fatherâs door when the scent of alcohol intensified. He gasped when the realization hit him. âDonât tell me FatherâŚ""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
âWhat?âGaraine flinched. Subconsciously, she touched her face only to feel her mask. She heaved a sigh of relief as her cover didnât blow. âWhy are you covering your face like that?â Weylin frowned, narrowing his eyes. âTake that annoying mask off your face first. I cannot see your beautiful face.âHe reached his hand out to take her mask off when she leaned back, making it impossible for him to touch her mask.âWhat are you doing, young master?!â Garaine exclaimed. âGod! He is so out of itâ. She mumbled, rolling her eyes. âI guess these drunkyards left me with no other choice.ââWhat are you mumbling?â Blake looked at her. âMy apologies but I have to do this.â Garaine gave a sudden blow at Blakeâs 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. âWhat did you do to my father?â Weylin looked at her with horror in his eyes. âThe next in the line is you.âGaraine stretched her li
"Where are you, Spider?â Shadow asked, sitting opposite to Blake Turner in a luxury restaurant. âHow long will it take for you to reach the said location?ââAwâŚmy darling, Shadow, do you miss me that much?â Spider responded from the other side of the call. âIt seems like you canât bear to wait a second more to meet me. Do you miss me that badly?ââCut the bullshit.â Shadow rolled her eyes while Blake keenly observed her facial expressions. âDo you even know how long we are waiting here? It has been almost 2 hours.ââAwâŚmy baby has been waiting for that long?â Spiderâs voice sounded like a teenage girl fangirling over her favourite idol. âYou love me that much?âThe 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. âMy darling Spider, I swear if you spout nonsense again, Iâll make sure to bury
âIs everything alright?â Shadow asked in an utter grim tone. âYes, master.â The reply came from the other side of the call. âOur men encircled the Daviesâs mansion and we are keeping an eye on their every move from the shadows. They donât seem to notice us.â âGood! We will be there within ten minutes,â Shadow said. âEverything should go according to the plan.ââRoger!ââWhatâs up?â Weylin asked, focusing on the road as he was driving. âEverything is going according to the plan,â Shadow informed. âWe will just have to barge in and kidnap Madame Turner. Spider is more than prepared for this. If needed our men wouldnât hesitate to open fire and kill Oliver Davies.ââKilling the Davies is also one of the most important tasks for todayâs mission,â Weylin asserted. âIf we fail to put an end to Oliver, Mirela will do it.ââI hope she wouldn't change teams at the nick of the moment,â Shadow mumbled, not trusting her enemyâs daughter even for a second. âShe wonât,â Weylin replied firmly,
Garaine spent the next few weeks resting in Weylinâs bed. He didnât 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!?â Leysa gasped, putting her hand on her lips. âYou are talking about divorce!â She turned toward her husband who was standing beside her while she was sitting on a chair. âBlake, is he really our child? Did you really inherit our genes?â Blake glanced at his wife, shaking his head at her dramatic remarks. He was at a loss of words when Lucia informed him about Weylinâs reckless decision. âWeylin, your father and I have been together for fifteen years,â Leysa stated proudly. âNever did he mention breaking up with me, or divorcing me even though Iâm from a normal background. How can you think of divorcing her when she is a well-trained assassin?âWeylin didnât 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
Whatâs this strong unpleasant odour? Antiseptics? Disinfectants? Where am I? Oh! I remember. I took the bullet that was meant for Mr. Turner. Seems like Iâm 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. âPlease wake up soon, Garaine. I canât bear to see you like this. Please wake up for me.âIâm awake Mr. Turner! Mr- Wait, I canât open my eyes. Ugh! I have to open my eyes. I want to see him. Is he crying? Why is his voice quivering? âMr. TurnerâŚâ 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. âGaraine, you are awake!â âWater,â 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.
Weylinâs eyes widened. âDonât!â Weylin screamed. One of his most important principles was to never sacrifice his allies for his benefit and he couldnât leave her to die when she had been his best friend since he rose to power as a mafia leader in the USA.âDrop your guns and let me get out of the mansion safely,â 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
âIs everything alright?â Shadow asked in an utter grim tone. âYes, master.â The reply came from the other side of the call. âOur men encircled the Daviesâs mansion and we are keeping an eye on their every move from the shadows. They donât seem to notice us.â âGood! We will be there within ten minutes,â Shadow said. âEverything should go according to the plan.ââRoger!ââWhatâs up?â Weylin asked, focusing on the road as he was driving. âEverything is going according to the plan,â Shadow informed. âWe will just have to barge in and kidnap Madame Turner. Spider is more than prepared for this. If needed our men wouldnât hesitate to open fire and kill Oliver Davies.ââKilling the Davies is also one of the most important tasks for todayâs mission,â Weylin asserted. âIf we fail to put an end to Oliver, Mirela will do it.ââI hope she wouldn't change teams at the nick of the moment,â Shadow mumbled, not trusting her enemyâs daughter even for a second. âShe wonât,â Weylin replied firmly,
"Where are you, Spider?â Shadow asked, sitting opposite to Blake Turner in a luxury restaurant. âHow long will it take for you to reach the said location?ââAwâŚmy darling, Shadow, do you miss me that much?â Spider responded from the other side of the call. âIt seems like you canât bear to wait a second more to meet me. Do you miss me that badly?ââCut the bullshit.â Shadow rolled her eyes while Blake keenly observed her facial expressions. âDo you even know how long we are waiting here? It has been almost 2 hours.ââAwâŚmy baby has been waiting for that long?â Spiderâs voice sounded like a teenage girl fangirling over her favourite idol. âYou love me that much?âThe 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. âMy darling Spider, I swear if you spout nonsense again, Iâll make sure to bury
âWhat?âGaraine flinched. Subconsciously, she touched her face only to feel her mask. She heaved a sigh of relief as her cover didnât blow. âWhy are you covering your face like that?â Weylin frowned, narrowing his eyes. âTake that annoying mask off your face first. I cannot see your beautiful face.âHe reached his hand out to take her mask off when she leaned back, making it impossible for him to touch her mask.âWhat are you doing, young master?!â Garaine exclaimed. âGod! He is so out of itâ. She mumbled, rolling her eyes. âI guess these drunkyards left me with no other choice.ââWhat are you mumbling?â Blake looked at her. âMy apologies but I have to do this.â Garaine gave a sudden blow at Blakeâs 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. âWhat did you do to my father?â Weylin looked at her with horror in his eyes. âThe next in the line is you.âGaraine stretched her li
"I need to distract myself.â Weylin lightly slapped his cheeks and climbed the stairs to his fatherâs 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. âAlcohol?â Weylin frowned. âWho is drinking alcohol this early in the morning?â He quickly reached his fatherâs door when the scent of alcohol intensified. He gasped when the realization hit him. âDonât tell me FatherâŚ""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 husbandâs expression but since the room was dimly lit, she failed. âYou are supposed to be sleeping now. Why arenât you sleeping?â Garaine spoke, trying to mask the anxiousness on her face.âThatâs not important, Garaine.â Weylin stood up and took a step forward. âI'm not letting you off the hook today.âWeylinâs 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 couldnât 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