I skipped the chapter 63 omg hahah, that's why it felt so incomplete. I put the title 64 even though it was supposed to be 63. lol, I've already modified it, just waiting to be approved. BTW, please do vote đ„șđ„ș
She was in tears sitting at the back seat of the moving car. They have just escaped through the gate without getting caught. It would be just a matter of time before the people in the Fehari's Den would notice she was already missing. They need to rush and get things done."Don't worry, Flower. We won't harm you, okay?" Reezha said in the driver's seat. The man sat next to her on the passenger's seat. "We'll just... We'll just have to take my brother back and you're good to go, hmm?"The scepticism and the anxiousness in Reezha's voice made her even more nervous and reluctant despite the reassurance in her words. Margarette tried to conceal the fear within her as she caressed her stomach.We will be fine, my love...She felt a sense of determination and encouragement just thinking of her child. If she wishes to have a great life, then she must do what she has to do. There's no stopping now.In a swift move, Reezha manoeuvred the car to the left, one way street. The wheel made a screech
He looked at his wristwatch to see the time. It's already past midnight. Damn it. He cursed in his head as he stepped the accelerator to speed up his drive. He ran through the red lights, making the car behind him crash and create havoc. But he didn't even bother to give a bit shit. He was in a rush. He needs to go home as soon as possible.It has been 3 days since he left the house to do the searching personally. His father had already woken up from the coma a few hours earlier and was constantly screamingâasking where his dotted son and his princess were. Xavier had to watch and calm his father down before he went back to his own mansion. Finally he's back. It has been such a hefty day he could barely get some sleep, but he had no choice but to do so.He needs to find their youngest sibling.Fortunately, he received a message about the location of his brother. Leonardo Ferrero wanted just 50 million dollars for his brother. Yes, that wasn't a problem to him at all. What a small amo
5 years later..."Noooo!" There was a loud squeal coming from a beautiful little girl as she ran across the huge garden. She has this brightest smile on her face as her blue eyes twinkled with enthusiasm. A man in his late fifties was chasing after the little girl with a small smile on his face."Baby, stop running that fast!" The little girl's mother said with anxiousness as she watched her daughter run like there's no tomorrow in the customised garden created by her grandfather to his only granddaughter."Mommy!" the little girl exclaimed as she giggled. The man had captured her and carried her like a sack of rice."Dad!" Margarette exclaimed in worry. "Don't worry, sweetheart, she won't get hurt. You just have to relax." The man laughed. "I used to play with you like this when you were at her age, and nothing happened.""But what if she fell, dad?" she argued."No, she won't. I'm stronger than a bull, sweetheart," he said. He gave his granddaughter a kiss on the head before he put
"You gonna bring Xaire?" asked her father. She nodded her head. "Yes, I promised her."Leonardo had this worried expression on his face, but he immediately composed himself and shook his head. "Fine, be careful. I'm gonna send our men to watch youâ""Dad.""âfrom afar. I promise they won't disturb you two.""Fine." She rolled her eyes. "I don't want your men to ruin me and my child's day."Leonardo laughed as he kissed his daughter's forehead. "Don't worry, sweetheart." He pulled away and took out his phone as he received a text. "By the way, are you bringing your boyfriend along?""Yep," she replied with a pop. "Jason has no class today and we plan to spend this day with Xaire.""Good. Where is he, then?""He's on his wayâ" Speaking of which, the doorbell rang. She shrugged as a smile spread across her lips. "Well, I suppose he's here to fetch us up already.""Uncle Jason!!" Xaire exclaimed from the stairs. Her nanny panicked when the child suddenly burst running wearing her pink tut
Her heart raced. Staring at those familiar blue eyes, she was speechless. She was stunned. She couldn't even move an inch. She felt as if her whole body stiffened in a mixture of shock and fear. Fear for what was about to happen. Fear that the dark past she tried so hard to conceal would resurface and repeat itself."Z-Zeus," she whispered fearfully. Almost nothing changed on the young man's face. He was still as handsome and masculine as before, but he looked more mature than before. The corner of Zeus' lips lifted. He looked at her with a smirk while there was a mocking ringing in his eyes. "Long time no see, sister-in-law," he said through his low voice. She stepped back as she looked at the young man in shock. "W-What? What... Are you doing here?"He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said with a smirk, "I noticed a blue-eyed little girl and immediately felt a connection with her. Do tell me, Flower, isn't she my niece?"She gasped in fear. "N-No, no... What are you t-talk
"Mr. Ivanov," she uttered with disgust laced upon her voice. "You filthy man, why am I here?" She tried to act cool. She was taught by her father not to let her emotions get the best of her in situations like this otherwise she will end up thinking irrationally. She was trembling from fear, but above all, it was due to anger. Anger towards him. Hurt filled his cold blue eyes. Gone the emptiness in it. It was replaced with a sudden sadness. She was briefly taken back. But then again, how foolish can she be to ever believe those false emotions? He raised his hand and flicked his fingers. In a snap, the maids left the room and closed the door behind, leaving the two alone in the room. Margarette looked at him and noticed how he hasn't aged since then. He still looked like his late twenties even though he was clearly already on his mid thirties. He looked even more mature now than ever. The stubble on his face makes him look hotter. He also seemed to gain more height and his muscles
She was beyond shocked and terrified. Jason is dead, and she and her daughter are held captive at Ivanov's residence. She sure as hell her father was already aware that they were gone and was sure that he's already working to find them. She doesn't know what place or which country they are in right now. All she knew was that she was in a stranger's house. It was one of his houses she hasn't been to before so it was unbeknownst to her where she was at. She also doesn't know a single person here aside from the demon himself named Xavier.She paced back and forth inside the huge room she was locked to. She was worried and was still afraid. Xavier left her in the room and locked it behind him. She's sure there were guards guarding outside the room so she didn't bother to open it.It's been an hour since he left. Her heart was restless thinking of ways to escape and get her child from him. She just hopes that Xavier kept his hands off her daughter or else she would kill him herself. If she
"That's what I thought," she said. "Do you really think my daughter wants a cold-blooded killer like her father who killed an innocent life just because he was angry?" She looked at him angrily. "No. My daughter deserves more than that. She deserves everything in this world.""I can give her that. I can provide anything you two want, Margarette."She shook her head as she wiped her tears. "You're absurd, Xavier. You're sick in the head."He ran his fingers in his hair and messed it up. "Why are you so stubborn?" he asked."I'm not being stubborn. I just don't want my child to be attached to you," she said. "I still can't forget what you did to us."Guilt flashed through his eyes."I'm sorry...""Doesn't matter. You did that in the past without any remorse, there's a possibility you would do it again.""Tsvetok..." he uttered with pain, guilt and remorse laced on his deep voice. "I know what I've done and trust me, I've regretted it already. I paid for it for the last 5 years that you w
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didnât 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."âWhy not?â I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. âWhy canât I leave?ââBecause I donâ
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didnât 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."âWhy not?â I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. âWhy canât I leave?ââBecause I donâ
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 â 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
âMaâam, your husband has already left,â 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. âHe has left for work, and heâll probably be back a week from now or so.â 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 didnât even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. âTell me, Emma,â I uttered, my tone seeking answers. âWhat were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?â 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. âI-I really didnât know much, maâam," 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 figureâundeniably 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 understatementâI 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?âItâs time for your medicine now, maâam,â 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 dreamâa 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 mindâeverything 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