I realized my chaotic schedule makes me prone to neglecting this book in contrast to my other works. Therefore I've revised it. Henceforth, I updated in ≤48 hour cycles; that means if it's updated today it won't be updated tomorrow but the next i.e. Unfailingly updates are 3-4 times per week.
There car ride of almost four hours took only two hours back; a result of how much the driver was speeding whilst taking the shortest route back to the mansion.Throughout the journey, Isadora carried the burden of being kept in the dark. She received the silent treatment after asking her partners about what the hell was going on. They only exchanged uncomfortable looks and kept silent.She could tell whatever happened was bad… very bad.As soon as Isadora alighted the car at the main gates, Zeta who had been awaiting her arrival approached her immediately.She looked very jumpy, "You are finally back. Lord Vincent requests your presence, you must follow me immediately!"As Zeta spoke she avoided eye contact with Isadora, who found it very suspicious. Zeta was always very bold around her especially when she delivered insults, perhaps the current unspoken situation also affected the people back in the Black Saints mansion.She nodded and followed Zeta's lead, used to Vincent's unpredic
Backed against the door, his struggling figure reflected in her eyes.Vincent knelt on the ground, restrained by chains on both arms, wound so tightly it made red ligature impressions around his wrists.His dreadlocks, down from its usual updo, stuck to the sweat of his bare chest and back. In the darkness, his light gray eyes shone crimson red. They had no life in them; like his soul had disappeared, replaced by an empty shell. Out of his mind, Vincent jilted aggressively.His piercing cries of pain and the shifting of metal against metal saturated the air as he tried with all his might to be free of them. The torture of his body rebelling against itself was too much to bear. A monthly consequence for his abstinence from Lance's formulas. Each second in this state brought him an insurmountable amount of pain. At that moment, his body craved the drug formulas so badly that it attacked itself without mercy. It was like he had been thrown in a lake of fire and knives. He oozed with
Vincent woke up to the softness of Isadora's body against his. He eased off from her, sitting on the edge of the bed.Outside the blowing gray sky from the heavy rain of the previous night shone cerulean and the faint smell of petrichor lingered in the air.Vincent clutched his stomach as a pang of hunger hit him severely. This feeling was alien to him, he's never felt so famished in years.He groaned, running a hand through his hair as he glanced at the still sleeping Isadora. He remembered the deeds of the past night as clear as day. The feeling of how perfectly she fit under him and her bashful face while she cried from both pain and pleasure, lingered in his mind Isadora squirmed as if in search of something until she felt contact with Vincent's body and relaxed. Her chest slightly rose and fell as she snoozed some more.Vincent frowned, noticing how pale her olive skin had gotten. Had he been too demanding of her last night? It was quite difficult to control himself in his state
Isadora sat quietly on Vincent's bed as the doctor gave her a thorough check-up.Thankfully, when Vincent was sure she could support herself, he left her to finish washing up alone. After which she put on a fresh change of clothes, prepared by a maid.As usual, Vincent sat at his desk buried in work. When it came to his diligence in running the Mafia, nothing broke his stride. Every free second was put to good use.At this time the morning sun was already up and its warm rays streamed through the windows, casting over a side of Vincent's masked face.Isadora was attracted to this picturesque sight. Subconsciously, she could see through his mask, picturing his handsome face with a serious expression.Although it was dark at the time, a clear image of Vincent's maskless face had been ingrained into her mind. She didn't think she would be able to forget the languid and desolate look in his eyes. Such a helpless expression caught her off guard. She had never expected it from a reputable
Isadora's plans set in motion from the moment Vincent gave her his permission after Dante's trial.But who was she to covet a successful investigation in an environment where everyone loathes her?Dante had already taken the fall and there was no way to link her dizziness due to anesthetics to Sienna. The case was already out of reach and unsalvageable.So Isadora had done the next best thing; antagonize Sienna.She deliberately riled her up and let her know she was being investigated. The angrier she made her, the more muddle-headed and sloppy Sienna became.It was a torturous wait but finally, Sienna did something very stupid in desperation.After the gruesome convention, she seized the tempting opportunity to put Isadora down for good in her bedridden state. Her death could easily be blamed on the extent of her wounds.Zeta secretly visited the unmonitored wards and injected minute drug doses into Isadora's IV while she laid unconscious. And sometimes she did so in clear daylight u
"Mateo doesn't mind if you hang out with me in broad daylight?" Isadora was much more patient with Felicity now that she understood their dynamic.Felicity's smile instantly fell flat with a frown. Isadora perceived she had said something wrong. Did the two get into a fight?"He's too busy to notice." She replied curtly.Felicity brought Isadora down to her quarters, where Milia sat in the living room, holding an adorable toddler.She stood up to acknowledge them, "Mistress Felicity… Mi-miss Isadora?..."Milia looked very surprised. She never expected the maids' hot gossip this morning, that Isadora had survived the monster was indeed true."Can I have him?" Isadora reached for Lucas with a smile."Sure." Milia passed him to her.Lucas, who was usually very picky about who held him, readily bent his torso towards her.Once he settled in Isadora's arms, Milia stepped aside.Isadora sat beside Felicity on the couch and sat Lucas on her thighs.His bright blue eyes stared at Isadora with
Felicity looked crestfallen, facing Isadora's rejection. Her tone considerably lowered, "I thought you also felt it. Did I read it wrong? I'm sorry I shouldn't have -" "No! It's not you." Isadora grabbed Felicity's hands in hers, preventing her from saying anything else. She spoke, raw from her heart, "You are the most wonderful person I've ever met, Felicity." She glanced at Felicity's body, feeling a rush of desire, "Just… Wonderful." She looked Felicity in the eye, "And I do feel something for you - something I don't understand. I'm just not ready for all of this yet." Isadora explained, a bit overwhelmed. Felicity's doleful expression softened into a small smile. She looked very relieved, her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment, "I was going crazy not acting on my feelings for a long time. I thought it would ruin our friendship." "Hey," Isadora held up Felicity's chin to meet her gaze. "Nothing can ever come between us. I won't let that happen." Felicity's heart raced at
After two days of rest, Vincent summoned Isadora to his side quite early in the morning.He made her stand beside his desk, which exposed a clear view of his confidential work while he penned down some words.Isadora took liberty to peer over his shoulders while he worked. She subconsciously thought he was very attractive in his serious working state.There was a soft knock at the door."Come in." Vincent permitted, routinely.The door opened, revealing Imelda's gentle figure."Good morning Lord Vincent. I want to know if you are in the mood to try anything today." She said with a tone of anticipation."No need." Came Vincent's firm voice. Not once did he take his eyes off his desk."Alright." Imelda released a sigh of defeat and proceeded to leave the room.One day he was alright and the next he wasn't. Vincent hadn't tasted a thing since the last time he ate. She was starting to get worried."Wait." Vincent's casual word made Imelda halt immediately.For the first time since she arr
On the hospital bed, Sienna’s eyes weakly fluttered open and her blurry vision took a moment to clear up. Her mind felt heavy and foggy, and it took a while to get her bearings.She emitted a deep, weary moan as she attempted sitting up, overcome by the fatigue that washed over her.“I wouldn’t move too much if I were you,” Mateo advised.Sienna’s gaze snapped to the source of his voice. Mateo was sitting on a chair right beside the edge of the bed with an unwavering gaze on her. She hadn’t noticed him before.“W-what’s going on?” She struggled to form words, still feeling groggy.“You fainted yesterday. You are in the infirmary now.”“Why would I be –“ Sienna’s mind recovered its sharpness in an instant. She finally remembered.“Oh no…. I need… I need to see lord Vincent now….I need…” Ignoring her deathly aching body, Sienna hastily hurried onto her feet, almost tripping in the process.“Sit the fuck down, now, Sienna!” Mateo commanded with striking authority, yet his voice remained
At the entrance of the Green Viper’s Mansion, a number of maids carefully but quickly stowed Sienna’s suitcases into her ride. They didn’t want to be present when she showed up, the past week plus had already put them through enough hell.The signature click-clack of Sienna’s heels could be heard as she walked towards the entrance from within. She moved with urgency in her steps and an impatient look on her face as she checked for the time on her smartphone.“Ugh, it’s almost noon and these imbeciles aren’t done loading up yet. Just like the system here, its people are also slow. How I miss Zeta!’ she groused under her breath.“Don’t tell me you’re going back to the Black Saints after you were clearly banned. It’s barely been two weeks already, do you have a death wish?” Neomi scoffed.Her voice scraped Sienna’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard, forcing her to stop in her tracks.Turning just her torso, Sienna glared at Neomi who met her gaze from the staircase landing. “Unlike you,
"Woah," Gianna sat up and cupped Isadora's face in her hands, "Is there anything wrong?" She asked worriedly, unused to Isadora being so affectionate.Isadora let out a small giggle, "No, I've just missed you.""Hmm" Gianna examined her body, "Are you sure? You've lost a bit of weight. Where have you been all these while? Your friend said you went on vacation. Is that true?""Slow down mom, one question at a time."Isadora shook her head."Yes, I'm fine and it's true, the stress was getting to me and I thought I should take advantage of the break and relax properly before school resumed." She lied.Only after her explanation did Gianna finally calm down, sighing in relief.Isadora dragged a chair and sat by her mother's bedside, smiling.Vincent really kept his word to keep Gianna out of their affairs if she complied. That, she was thankful for. She couldn't put Gianna through the stress of worrying about her, in her condition… she couldn't drag her back to that life.Gianna noticed th
Isadora had her back to Victor while he left. She gazed at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand and tossed it into the trash in an instant.Federigo saw this and sighed, "Don't be too upset Isadora, this is for your own good.""And who are you to tell me how to feel?" Isadora said hotly."I'm just following your father's wishes." He explained.Isadora scoffed, "If you haven't noticed, following that low life's commands isn't exactly my forte, is it?"Federigo didn't know what to say. He could see hatred blaze in the child's eyes each time his master, Lance was mentioned. If Lance could see this right now, he would be destroyed within.He couldn't tell her the truth now. He couldn't possibly explain how much her father loved her and never wished for things to play out like this. No… that would be too much to hear after all these years of pain.He could only say bitterly, "This isn't the way Lance wanted it to end.""Of course, it isn't." Isadora agreed sarcastically.Federigo led her
Isadora smoothly settled down at the new dorm. For dinner, she ordered takeout for all and left Echo and Nirvana in each other's company before retiring to her room. She spent the rest of the night researching and filling up updates on what she's missed in the past few months and her class schedule.The next morning, Isadora rose quite early with an ominous inkling for the day and boarded a cab out of the University's premises. It was a silent ride downtown.She had mixed feelings, willingly coming back to the one place she detested the most, somewhere that was supposed to be her home. Despite knowing that the sole cause of her hatred was dead, it didn't give her much peace.She's never really got to think about Lance's death and what it meant to her. He was gone, but it didn't feel like it. Even when she strove so much to be completely dissociated from him, his bloody legacy still found ways to influence her life, in some way or another.Somehow he's managed to make himself a major ch
"Great, you are here already!" Nirvana opened the door to the dorm, ushering Isadora in."You own quite the apartment, don't you?" Isadora commented, looking around the beautiful living space.Consisting of multiple private rooms sharing one living room, It was a place located in one of the most well-off housing areas in the school. She didn't expect to be placed in the same dorm as Nirvana. It seems she had become Nirvana's official bodyguard.Nirvana chuckled, "Just as much as the insufferable problems, there are perks that come with being born in a wealthy Famiglia," She hopped over to the mini bar at the corner and poured Isadora a glass of chilled water."Thanks," Isadora took a sip from the glass. The feel of the cold liquid in her mouth instantly melted all the tension that built up in her mind while coming here. Back to a place that she'd lost all hope on.After she received Vincent's orders yesterday, she proceeded to inform Felicity and Imelda about her pending departure. Th
After two days of rest, Vincent summoned Isadora to his side quite early in the morning.He made her stand beside his desk, which exposed a clear view of his confidential work while he penned down some words.Isadora took liberty to peer over his shoulders while he worked. She subconsciously thought he was very attractive in his serious working state.There was a soft knock at the door."Come in." Vincent permitted, routinely.The door opened, revealing Imelda's gentle figure."Good morning Lord Vincent. I want to know if you are in the mood to try anything today." She said with a tone of anticipation."No need." Came Vincent's firm voice. Not once did he take his eyes off his desk."Alright." Imelda released a sigh of defeat and proceeded to leave the room.One day he was alright and the next he wasn't. Vincent hadn't tasted a thing since the last time he ate. She was starting to get worried."Wait." Vincent's casual word made Imelda halt immediately.For the first time since she arr
Felicity looked crestfallen, facing Isadora's rejection. Her tone considerably lowered, "I thought you also felt it. Did I read it wrong? I'm sorry I shouldn't have -" "No! It's not you." Isadora grabbed Felicity's hands in hers, preventing her from saying anything else. She spoke, raw from her heart, "You are the most wonderful person I've ever met, Felicity." She glanced at Felicity's body, feeling a rush of desire, "Just… Wonderful." She looked Felicity in the eye, "And I do feel something for you - something I don't understand. I'm just not ready for all of this yet." Isadora explained, a bit overwhelmed. Felicity's doleful expression softened into a small smile. She looked very relieved, her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment, "I was going crazy not acting on my feelings for a long time. I thought it would ruin our friendship." "Hey," Isadora held up Felicity's chin to meet her gaze. "Nothing can ever come between us. I won't let that happen." Felicity's heart raced at
"Mateo doesn't mind if you hang out with me in broad daylight?" Isadora was much more patient with Felicity now that she understood their dynamic.Felicity's smile instantly fell flat with a frown. Isadora perceived she had said something wrong. Did the two get into a fight?"He's too busy to notice." She replied curtly.Felicity brought Isadora down to her quarters, where Milia sat in the living room, holding an adorable toddler.She stood up to acknowledge them, "Mistress Felicity… Mi-miss Isadora?..."Milia looked very surprised. She never expected the maids' hot gossip this morning, that Isadora had survived the monster was indeed true."Can I have him?" Isadora reached for Lucas with a smile."Sure." Milia passed him to her.Lucas, who was usually very picky about who held him, readily bent his torso towards her.Once he settled in Isadora's arms, Milia stepped aside.Isadora sat beside Felicity on the couch and sat Lucas on her thighs.His bright blue eyes stared at Isadora with