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Margarette was startled by a loud noise coming from the living room. She was still on her way down from the stairs. Her heart took a leap at the disturbing noise.She turned her head over her shoulder, looking at Clarise. "What's happening?"But the maid also didn't know what was happening. Suddenly, there was a shout. It was a man's shout, and if she wasn't mistaken, it was her husband's. "FUCKING IDIOTS!" he shouted angrily followed by three consecutive gunshots. "HOW DID YOU LOST THEM?!" he yelled.No one dared to speak.Margarette was beginning to worry. She walked towards the scene at a fast pace and saw blood splattered across the floor. There was also a dead man lying there. She gasped, which drew his attention. But he immediately looked away with clenched jaws. "Uberi yeye otsyuda," he said towards Clarise. (Take her away from here.)"W-What's happening?" she asked, stuttering as she looked at everyone. People wearing blacks were standing around the living room. A dead body
Xavier was losing his control. He was infuriated with anger. At that moment, he just wanted to kill Ferrero's Mafia Leader. It was very obvious that he's the culprit behind these incidents. And although the two families haven't been in a very good relationship before, the last war between the two powerful mafia happened almost sixteen years ago. The Ivanov Mafia could have had their revenge a few years ago, they could have had their revenge a long time ago if they were really keen on having a revenge for what happened that night in Los Angeles. However, they did not. Alexander Ivanov decided to keep his silence and stopped the occuring war between the two families.So what the fuck did the Ferrero wants from them?"They want something in return," said Zeus after coming back home from the investigation. The once naughtiness in his eyes had completely gone. It was replaced with seriousness. There was a thick aura around him that intimidates people who surround him. He was a happy-go-luc
Henry had successfully got inside the headquarters due to Zeus' help. Xavier wasn't able to do anything even if he wanted to kick their half-brother out of that establishment. Xavier wasn't in a good mood to take into one of Henry's tricks and pranks. He's gotten enough of it. Their situation was a very serious matter and shouldn't be taken lightly.No one can blame Xavier's, though. Who would have thought that their rebel brother would partake in finding their missing siblings? Henry is a type of guy who gave no fuck to the world, even if it means having his own flesh and blood died before his eyes."I swear to fucking God, I'll kill you if you're trying to set us up," Xavier hissed as he watched Henry sat comfortably in the swivel chair. They look similar to each other. The three of them, actually. Consider that they have the same mother and their fathers were brothers, they sure look so much like each other. Except that Henry did not inherit Ivanov's typical hair colour. While most
It took some time to convince Xavier not to kill Henry. Eventually, they were able to go to the location that Henry told them were Reezha was confined to. At first, Xavier and Zeus were sceptical. They don't know if Henry was lying or not, but they could only try and see it themselves.But when they got there, it all answered their question. Lying on a queen-size bed was their only sister. She was attached to some IV. Reezha has a bruise on her cheekbone, a small cut on her lips, and she was too pale. They were also told that she was shot on the leg. It's unfortunate, but it's the least unfortunate thing than seeing her lifeless at all.The brothers were shaking in so much anger to the person who caused this pain to their sister. No one is allowed to touch their princess. No one is allowed to make her cry and to hurt her. People would need to go through the brothers for them to be able to do such things to their princess.And yet, this happened.A tear fell on Zeus' cheek as he looked
She was left both disappointed and devastated. Xavier broke his promise to go and see her in the evening. She was still in pain. She kept rushing to the bathroom to release her stomach's content. She kept drinking water so she wouldn't be dehydrated from all her puking, but she was still as pale as a white paper. The doctors and the maids were giving her all the attention as she was poorly sick. She could hardly finish a half plate of food before she went out puking. Margarette knew something was wrong with her body. Something is changing, and she knows that it's something different than just a normal sickness. But she kept her silence. They weren't telling her what was happening, but she knew. Somehow, she knew that they were hiding something. "Clarise..." she uttered weakly as she slowly opened her heavy eyelids. Her maid immediately went to tend her needs. "Ma'am, do you need anything? Water?" It's already past midnight and Clarise was still wide-awake, watching over the lady sh
Loath filled his heart as the betrayal ran through his veins like an acid burning his soul. He clenched his fists tight."How were you able to get this information?" he asked through gritted teeth."It's easy. We have searched for all girls around nineteen to twenty years old who have dark hair since birth. When we tried searching, all results were negative since all these women were biologically children of their parents. Some of them were orphans but it didn't actually match the search," said their investigator. "However, upon the search, we have determined that your wife, sir, is also the same age as the missing girl from the Ferrero Mafia.""M-Maybe it was just a coincidence?" Xavier doesn't want to believe it. His heart clenched when he thought that Margarette really did deceive him. No. She couldn't do that. She wouldn't do that to them. To him.The investigator shook his head apathetically."I tried finding her name registration. Margarette AddamsโIvanov. Apparently, there was
The door slammed loudly in the master's bedroom which startled the life out of her. She looked wide-eyed as the intruder shut the door so hard that the room literally shook from the force. "W-What..." she uttered, her heart racing in panic as she searched for the person, but when she saw that it was no stranger at all, she began to calm down. Her heart started beating fast, but now it wasn't because of the panic or the fear, but with excitement and happiness. Because standing in the same room was none other than her own husband. She immediately stood up, eyes were wide from disbelief. "Hubby?" she whispered, not believing her own sight. Is he really home? Did he finally come back to see her? Xavier stood still, looking at her with indifference, but she was too focused trying to confirm that her husband is finally here to even notice how he looked at her. She couldn't believe it. It seems like years since they have seen each other even though it was literally just a week. She mis
Everything happened so fast. One second she was rejoicing that her husband was finally back, and the next second she was being taken to the Fehari's Den like a filthy criminal. She was still crying. Her mind was in chaos. She didn't know what to do. She was a mess. Xavier left her in a dark room right after he ordered his men to take her there. Clarise was also ordered not to mingle with the situation or else she would be executed. She was taken somewhere. Somewhere she didn't know if it was safe or not. Margarette touched her tummy as tears rolled down on her cheeks. She was scared. She was scared for herself and for her baby. Xavier seems unforgivingโunrecognisable even. She was scared of what he might do to her. She has witnessed it before. How he was almost unrecognisable. How scary he can be when he is angry. She has witnessed it before. She has witnessed how he killed many people, he witnessed how blood soaked his body from the people that he killed. There is no doubt he coul
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didnโt expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."โWhy not?โ I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. โWhy canโt I leave?โโBecause I donโ
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didnโt expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."โWhy not?โ I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. โWhy canโt I leave?โโBecause I donโ
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened โ not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
โMaโam, your husband has already left,โ Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. โHe has left for work, and heโll probably be back a week from now or so.โ I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didnโt even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. โTell me, Emma,โ I uttered, my tone seeking answers. โWhat were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?โ Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. โI-I really didnโt know much, maโam," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband? Why isn't he behaving like one?Following that incident, he didn't visit or contact me to check on my well-being. I felt disappointed.But then again, it couldn't be helped.Days passed, and the absence of my husband weighed on me. The unanswered questions and the growing void in our interactions left me grappling with a sense of isolation. I yearned for some connection, for reassurance, but he remained elusive."He hasn't visited or even checked on me. Is this how a husband should act?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.Emma, always composed, offered a reassuring smile. "People cope with difficult situations in different ways, Miss Ophelia. Perhaps
I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g
Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figureโundeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatementโI was ut
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?โItโs time for your medicine now, maโam,โ Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dreamโa nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mindโeverything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res