"Stop being spoiled! We will be late!" Yelled Carl."Carl, don't be harsh," said Claude calmly "Let me talk to Lottie privately. Maybe she has something to tell me" "Yes, brother Claude " replied Carl head down.Martha and Carl went out. When they did, Claude turned to Lottie. She was lying on the bed, covering her head. Claude took the coverage gently of her face. Lottie saw the fact that he was smiling so she relaxed a bit and said: "Brother Claude, you believe I have a reason, don't you?" "I do sweetheart. And I trust you. You can tell me what kind of problem you are facing.""It's complicated. I don't even know how should I say it""Is someone bothering you? Is someone bullying you?!""No brother! No one would dare! I have brother Carl by my side. And I got you on my back.""Yes, you do. So what's the problem? Where the discomfort is coming from?""I... It's..."Lottie hid her face with her hands and kept silent. Claude understood that the situation is beyond his power. So he ca
The hug between Claude and his child was cut when his phone started ringing: "Is it work?" Asked Carl. Claude took his phone out of his pocket and his smile disappeared once he saw the caller's name: "It's Flora" He answered his call: "Hello, Darling. Is everything alright?... Yes... Hmmm... Wait a moment" Claude excused himself out of the car so Carl don't get to hear the conversation: "Flora are you crying?!... How?... What?!... Gosh! My heart almost stopped biting!"Claude ended the call and came back to the car. Carl looked at him waiting for some news but Claude kept silent: "Is it okay?!" Carl asked worriedly. "Well, it's not something bad." "What do you mean? What's happening with Charlotte?!" "It's... Mmmm... How can I say it... I do not have an idea if you know something about it, but trust me I will explain everything when you get back home from school." Claude didn't add a lot of explanation. He got Carl to school and went back home in a hurry. Driving with an i
Flora was kneeling in front of Lottie's bed. She was holding her hand and crying silently. Claude was sitting behind her, holding her to calm her cries: "Yesterday I didn't even think of her when taking that knife. She sees me as a mother when I don't even think about her before trying to suicide. I am the worst woman ever!" "Shhh, Flora you're telling yourself horrible things. Charlotte sees you as a mother figure because of how gentle and good you are. What happened yesterday was not something that identifies you. You were having a serious anxiety attack. You were not sane to be judged." "Still!... If I died yesterday this little angel would be here today fighting her pains alone! I am the worst! I... I... I don't deserve the goodness you are all offering me!" Flora planted her face in the sheets to conceal the noise she was making. Claude was so shocked by her words. He held her too tight from behind and showered her naked neck with soft kisses: "The fact that you are feeli
"Please Martha, ask the cook to prepare a gluten and lactose-free meal for Charlotte. A banana and some chocolate will be good too. Also some red meat, she's losing too much blood for a normal period. Or wait! Instead of red meat, let it be lamp liver.""Alright... Alright, ma'am. I noted them all.""Thank you, my dear. I apologize again for disturbing you all.""Gosh! My lady! What are you saying?! We are employed to serve you! Plus, the young lady deserves all the goodness in the world. It tears my heart to see that little angel in such agony.""I share the same feeling, my dear. I do..."Flora was speaking to Martha at the door of Lottie's room. Claude was still sitting by Lottie's bed waiting for her to wake up. After Martha left, Flora turned to Claude closing the door:"Sir, don't you have to go to the hospital to check your hand?""I believe the three of us should go to the hospital.""Huh?""I should check on my hand""Yes""And as responsible parents, we should take Charlotte
"Of course, I know about menstruation. Do you think me a kid or something?" Carl said that to Flora and Claude, who were talking to him in the study. "I am fourteen. I have the bare minimum of sexual education" "I am stunned" murmured Claude "Apparently, I was worried for nothing" "Gosh, what were you thinking about me?" "You are lucky. I didn't know about menstruation till I get one" replied Flora "Your childhood is a tragedy!" said Claude "My dear I am sorry I was so late." "Please don't say such a thing, sir!" Flora patted Claude's shoulder in gratitude "You are here now. That's the important" Flora turned back to Carl and added: "Long story short: Charlotte had her first period, this morning" Carl opened his mouth, surprised, and asked: "Isn't she too young for this?" "No, she is not" "She is a... woman, now?" "Yep" "Oh...How... How should I deal with this?" "Normally. But be very kind. She may get overwhelmed easily. Plus, her period is painful. The doctor said noth
Flora woke up in the dead of the night, shivering. She saw a nightmare of Claude killing the kids and then taking her by force to an old tower. There, he raped her and impregnated her by force. The nightmare was so horrible that Flora cried silently as she heard the big watch of the house ringing, announcing midnight. In the middle of the night, it was silent and terrifying. The cold big manor looked as dark as never. Yet, the fear the nightmare caused Flora was too much, that she went to the kids' rooms to check on them. First, she visited Carl's room. And she didn't find him. Flora lost her head and hurried to Charlotte's room. There, she sighed in relief seeing the two kids sleeping soundly. Apparently, Carl preferred staying close to Charlotte that night. He slept kneeling by her bed. Flora smiled and covered the sleeping Carl. Then, she got out of the room and locked the door with a key. Even if Claude got crazy as in the nightmare. He won't be able to reach the kids. Flora was
Flora stood in the big room still and astonished. No one was there, yet the crying sound was clear. Someone was crying for sure. She couldn't deny it! Flora walked into the room, trying to find the source of the sound, till her ear led her to the praying corner. Flora knelt by the books shelf and listened carefully to what came from it. The hypersensitive ear Flora never betrayed her. The crying sound was coming from behind the bookshelf. Flora opened the secret passage that she discovered days ago, then her blood ran cold. The crying sound has become so clear. And it was not crying but growling and moaning. And it was too high to deny and too familiar to ignore: "That's the voice of Claude !" Without thinking twice, Flora came into the dark passage. She was afraid as much as disturbed but she felt responsible for Claude's well-being. She has to find him and help him if he needs help. If she can't help him, she can at least hold him tight till the pain passes so he won't feel alon
"The monster tried to protect you. Yet, here you are digging your own grave" A strong smell of Vodka and alcohol came from Claude's clothes. His eyes had no hint of sanity or reason. It was clear: Flora was dying with death. "Not yet." whispered to herself "Not without a fight." Flora shut the door close as fast as she could and locked it with the key. While the monster Claude tried to break in, she was looking for a way out. The only window was this of the sailing. And it was five meters high or more: "F*ck it must be an escape door or something!" Claude was hitting the door as a beast to break it open. He made horrible sounds in the process that Flora didn't care about. She had to find an escape! It was a matter of life or death! Finally, she found a ventilation duct. She took the scissors she found on the table and started unscrewing the air passage. But Claude was way stronger. He broke the door open in two minutes or less. And Flora's heart stopped beating. She recalled
Flora woke up the next morning to the sound of knocking on her chamber door.“Yes?!” She asked“Are you decent?”“A moment please.”Flora jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She knew the voice owner: That was the voice of Mr. Wolfgang! Flora changed her clothes and did her hair then she stood up in the middle of the chamber, head high, straight posture, and severe facial expression:“Please, come in.”Wolfgang came into the room and smirked looking at Flora: She tried to appear solemn and severe but the excitement in her eyes failed her:“How was your night, young lady?”“Cozy, thank you. How have you been, sir?”“You can call me Father. Or don’t. That silly son of mine shall marry you first.”Flora got as red as a cherry and she looked down shyly. He knew she was emotionally entangled with his adopted son! “Calm down Flora. Don’t mess it up this time.” She whispered to herself.“Mr. Wolfgang.” She said to him, “I want to talk with you.”“Here I am.”“First,
“Are you happy?” said Mielle. Cassius barely added a word after Claude left him and Mielle. He asked her to give him her seal and gun if she had any. Mielle took off the necklace she kept under her clothes. That necklace had a seal on it: The seal of a thorny rose. With that seal, Mielle has the access to the Brotherhood’s database and has the right to communicate with other members. Without a seal, she is just a hanged member who has no voice. Cassius was not afraid of her. Even if she asks for help, his position as enforcer will prevent her from getting any. Plus, he knew she didn’t want help. Mielle was far too proud to not accept the consequences of her free actions. But he respected the protocol. From the moment she is considered a sinner, to the moment she accepts redemption, Mielle shall stay isolated from the rest of the brotherhood to not spread her sins among them. It was ridiculous, but it was the law that protected this brotherhood for centuries. Mielle gave him her gu
Mielle, the witty coffee shop owner, is an assassin.Cassius, the kind guy, is an enforcer.The enforcer’s job in the Round Table was not complicated. He has to keep order. Every member of the secret society should respect his place, his mates, and the law. And Mielle just broke all of it. Cassius was an enforcer linked to Claude, and Mielle was the assassin linked to Claude. Claude was a knight. Which is a very advanced position. To each knight, the Round Table attributes a functional unit. In the unit, there is an assassin who shall enforce the knight’s orders outside the brotherhood. The Round Table attributes every knight an enforcer in charge of keeping order and punishing those going berserk, even if they were the knight himself.Mille acted without her master’s consent two times. The first time was on the Orient Express where she killed a mafia man: Mr. Fortnight, to avenge her family. The second was in the peace masquerade where she poisoned a guest: Mrs. Ilnero gives her fri
Roxanna was aware of the situation. The moment Cassius told her Claude was waiting for her. She nodded and spared herself successfully from the police. She walked into the study where Claude was smoking and greeted him:- I pay my respect to the glorious silver knight.- Welcome Miss La Rosa. Do me the honor of sharing a discussion.It was a bit dark inside. The smoke made the air thick and gloomy. Roxanna knew that Claude was angry. With his dominant posture and cruel face, he looked quite the dangerous. Claude sat in front of Roxanna and offered her a cigarette. She accepted it and smoked as well. Claude sighed and asked her, with a dry tone:- Long story short, are you the one who did it?- Would you punish the one who did it?- No. I want a painful death for that witch. Yet, choosing this time is just irrational.- It was not me Mr. Knightly. If it was me, I would admit it with no fear.- In that case, do you know who did it?- No, no one told me about something like that happeni
Flora felt nausea. What has she done?! Claude will kill her for this! He will damn kill her!Once they heard Bianca’s scream, Flora was about to run into the building and head to the ballroom, when Vlad caught her hand:“Stay here, I will go to enquire.”“Yes.”The moment Vlad disappeared, Ludovic appeared as if he was waiting for her to be alone. “So? Shall we go?”“What have you done?!”“Nothing. But it is a good occasion to run without Jack and Claude noticing us.”“No, I can’t! I didn’t tell Claude yet that I am going with you! I can’t just disappear again! That would be cruel and disrespectful!”Ludovic grabbed the woman’s arm and growled: “Do you want to meet Wolfgang or not?”“But…”“Yes or No?! Make a choice!”“Yes.”“Then let’s go. We have no time left. Soon the two men will get aware of your disappearance.”Ludovic took Flora to his car and ordered his men to act as secretly as possible. And so, when everyone was swallowing the shock of the unpredictable incident, Ludovic
Bianca screamed as her mother collapsed in the ballroom: “Mother! Mother! Wake up!!!”A line of black thick blood was coming out of the mouth of the unconscious woman. “Poison!” cried a lady “She is poisoned!”Claude came to the ballroom with Jack as soon as they heard the screaming:“Is that your doing?” Claude asked Jack the moment they got to the door.“No. Yours?”“No.”“Who then?”They didn’t need that answer for the moment. Instead, they approached the victim:“What the f*ck is this?” said Jack as he knelt beside the collapsed woman.“Oh! Mr. Black! Mother! Mother got poisoned!” responded Bianca crying.Claude ordered his men to call the police and an ambulance. But Jack said coldly as he examined the woman: “Order them to hurry and bring a doctor along. I do not think she can make it in more than an hour.”“Alright. Ladies and gentlemen, please do not leave your positions. Stay where you are until the police are here.”Inside, Claude was cursing. That was far away from being a
Flora looked around her all the time. Claude was nowhere to be seen when she needed to talk to him as soon as possible. Staying around Roxana was the best. But Flora was anxious so she excused herself and went into the hallway to look for Claude. The anxiety made Flora not pay attention to Jack who came after her. But suddenly as she walked in the long corridor, she felt a shiver. And she immediately knew what it was. She turned to look solemn and saw Jack behind her, smiling as the devil he is:- Did you miss your Daddy, babydoll?He said with a teasing smile and Flora had the desire to vomit. And she did not answer. She just kept looking at him with pride and confidence.Jack’s smile started to fade as he sensed something was different about Flora’s eyes. He saw her arrogant look thousands of times before, but this… this was something different:- Come back to your house my dear wife. Your husband and family, we are all waiting for you- Does that include your wipes and ropes?- Of
It was the time for a Valse. Cassius asked Flora to be his partner and she didn’t let him down. Cassius, as the sweet guy he is, attracted many of the ladies at the ball. First, they got disappointed seeing he had a partner. Then, they got even more disappointed to see him dancing with the ball’s queen: Flora La Candida.Cassius only smiled at Flora. No word was said for a while. He led her softly and naturally. They looked perfect dancing together. But after some time, Cassius bent on his partner and whispered:- Tell me he didn't hurt you that night Flora. Please, tell me he didn't.- He didn't- Thank goodness. Cassius sighed. Now that you are back things will get better. As his close friend, I am truly happy you are back, Flora. Claude was acting strong but inside he was burning. Can you believe Mielle herself was kind to him?- Gosh... I am sorry - Don't be. Or be. If you want to apologize, apologize to Ciel. The poor man was having a VERY hard mouth.Flora laughed. Her sweet la
Back to the present,----------Flora woke up after some minutes. Claude was still holding her tight and caressing her back. When she opened her eyes she saw him looking at her and she felt like heaven."We must go back to the ballroom, don't we?""I think we should. I'll never get enough of the shocked face of your stepmother."Flora giggled:"Neither I !""Let me help you dress then I will go and ask a maid to help you with your hair and makeup.""Gosh! I have a problem. I didn't bring anything to correct my appearance!""That's alright. In the resting room, they are keeping some brushes and makeup simple.""What a relief to be in a masquerade held by a billionaire."Claude laughed and said:"Are you aware you came to a masquerade without a mask? All of that to disturb those b*tches?""Well, in fact, I was planning on wearing a mask and meeting you privately. Then I thought: Why am I scared? Let them know I am alive. Let them burn for my happiness. I think it was worth it. I am not