Loud gunfire echoed in the metal hallway, and the rain of bullets competed with the pace of Delta’s heartbeat. She was hiding behind a metal crate, with Shezmu the only other person exchanging fire with ten more operatives. The House of Ra had to spread out to cover all grounds, and most of them were too far to respond in time.
“Last round, Boss. Are you doing well?” Shezmu asked, but he could see how labored her breathing had become. Delta might have an antidote for everything, but she couldn’t antidote her way out of a gunshot wound. She was still bleeding despite the patches.
“It’s getting cold, but I can’t perish here… not without a report of Carolus being spotted…” Delta chuckled. She checked her watch and saw that the minute hand was still a centimeter away from the marker. “The Red Core wouldn’t be here for another ten minutes. They would need to look
“Mh-hm, everyone froze when someone fell down and turned purple.” Carolus was only fifteen, but his sister was eight years younger. However, her green juice had killed ten men already. “Aren’t you scared of what you have created, Delta?” “Daddy wants it to be scary. If it’s really scary, then…” Delta’s high-pitched child voice trailed off. She looked up at her brother. “Carl, are you scared of it? Is it scarier than when Daddy’s black toy makes that loud bang-bang noise?” Carolus nodded. “I shot a lady today. It’s nothing scary compared to what your green juice would have done to her. I think… you’re making Dad proud.” Delta only kept her big grin and cuddled her brother. “When I grow up, you won’t need to do things alone! I will be with you, Carl! We’re going to make Daddy proud to
The day breeze was kind to Carolus’s face. It was the first morning when the sun had kissed his face after a long while. He was strapped in a wheelchair that Wolfram was rolling around. The man was brought to the sun yard of the hospital, and Yuri met them at a place near the benches. They came with a nurse, but the nurse knew not to stand too close. Yuri smiled at the man he had been hunting for so long. This man used to be soluble in the shadows, but right now, he was right under the sun. The eldest spoke, “Do you feel safe right now, Mr. Hart?” “No.” Carolus’s smiles were only for his sister, so his lips wouldn’t even leave a straight line now. “Both families that I sinned against are competing for my head. I think it’s just a matter of whose hands will give me a more humane death.” “Does the name April
“He wants to meet you in your office.” The secretary took a deep breath. “Madam, please be very careful of him. He’s… he’s known to push his limit and everyone’s patience.” Delta only nodded and tidied up the Deputy’s desk. “It’s all right. Send him here instead and say this is indeed mine. My real office is a mess. Angeline and rest need that space more than I do.” The secretary only nodded and had the Security alerted for sudden takedowns. After all, CEO Moore had a reputation, and the secretary didn’t want Wolfram Colton’s sweet yet dangerous wife to be a victim. Then again, they couldn’t shoo someone of his standing away. CEO Moore walked inside the inner office and locked the door behind him, not letting the secretaries enter with him. He then pulled on his lapel to smooth his suit. Inside, Delta was standin
A media blackout was good, but too many people saw how CEO Moore was picked up by the police in front of Marcille. Since they had their own PR team to deal with things, Delta and Wolfram only shared a quiet time together as they finished the wine Delta took out. The Deputy was notified of the happenings and the damages, but he didn’t say much about those. In fact, he was more than happy to let his office be instrumental in that CEO’s demise. He just didn’t like how Delta was still attacked. Of course, Yuri and David were also notified. The eldest only shook his head, while the father was worried about Delta. The woman was a chemist and a toxin master; there was no guarantee that she could have won a physical fight with a brute like that. David would press charges if CEO Moore’s camp took action against the daughter-in-law.
The group of six women walked inside the boutique. Aside from the Colton wives and the two girls, they had two maids who were attending to them. After all, Trisha would be busy, and Delta was too clueless—the older mother said. Those maids would have to watch over the girls. “Oh, Mrs. Colton! Thank you for returning!” The flamboyant owner greeted them and stared at Delta as if analyzing her body frame for anything they had that she might like. “This must be our bride.” “Yes, but she’s an airhead when it comes to this. You need to find her the most suitable one.” Trisha berated Delta even if she was talking to someone else. “Come, come. We need a lot of time to choose. I need to at least get a picture from you, Delta. Think of your first wedding and pick a better dress than whatever you had that day!” Delta only m
What was at the end of the racks were the princess dresses with the thickest petticoats. They came in the most intricate designs that children could see in films as worn by princesses. The ‘princess’ in those dresses were not just styles; they embodied the word. Delta didn’t even need to be walked to that place. Her feet moved on their own as she looked through the collection. Unlike earlier, her eyes were not averted as if not liking anything; right now, her eyes were so attentive as if they wanted to see all the imperfections. “…is this okay? You were looking at rather mature-looking dresses earlier…” Delta picked out a dress on her own and examined it. She even lined it against her body as if testing the length and the silhouette. “Won’t it break the aesthetics just like
Work resumed pretty easily, even if Delta was supposed to be married. Everyone in the Marcille faction was chattering about the actual church wedding of their bosses. The maidens and the old maids knew that if something like that ever happened, they wouldn’t miss it. No wonder no one found out; they were not married under the scrutinizing eyes of the public just yet. Wolfram was simply lounging in the inner office, eating cake that Eine had packed for them. Delta would eat more than her slice, but she had more troubles than the real CEO. She didn’t care for it, either, since Wolfram was giving her a salary as a consultant. However, some kind of notification made them both turn to their phones. After all, someone from the House of Ra server pinged both of them. Normally, the chatters wouldn’t be tagging them out o
The photos and the videos were all deleted as soon as they got posted. However, everyone could still speak about it and pass their images through personal chats and texts. Everyone raved about it in the background, while the Colton family sat in silence. Even Mariska sat in silence. When Delta came to see her, she was only in their house’s waiting room. Mariska was downing wine glass after glass, not wanting to have a conversation with Delta or Trisha; who were both in the room with her. Then again, it was inevitable; Delta made it so. “Mariska, can we hear your thoughts about what happened earlier?” Delta directly took the bottle of wine next to Mariska’s glass. “Your diamond watch even drew a cut on Big Brother’s face.” “Humph, give it back. Why should I be speaking with you?” Mariska tried to snatch the bottle