Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly.
"Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tears with the back of her hand. She didn't notice Chloe and Olivia looking at her with pity. In the football field, Kyle just scored a goal. "Well done Mr. Carter. That was an impressive goal" their coach Mr. Freshman praised Kyle, while his teammates cheered for him. Just then, Carlos rushed there with a frown. "Kyle" waved at Kyle and rushed towards him, despite the Coach telling him to get off the field. Kyle rolled his eyes at Carlos. The latter is a drama king. So he didn't think much of it. "Now what happened? You came here to tell me that my brother personally dropped Chloe at school today?" Kyle asked Carlos. He already knows that. They both made their way off the field. The coach was giving Carlos a disapproving look, because he is distracting his star quarter back. Carlos looked at how Kyle with surprise . Kyle almost guessed half of what he came to tell him. "Yaa, but that's not it. It's about that girl whom you took in last night" Carlos shared. That caught Kyle's attention. At a towering height of six two, combined with looks to kill and his body which looks like it is carved from stone, Kyle has attention of almost more than half the female population of the university. And he is not the type to shy away from all that attention either. He already slept his way through most of the females who looked hot. But he never bothered to get to know them. It's something he is not interested in. But for some reason, Serra caught his attention. It must be because she reminded him of his past self or because he is suspecting that his brother might have sent him. Whatever the reason, he made the decision to allow her inside his home. She is beautiful, but not like the woman whom he prefers to sleep with. But she looked innocent and vulnerable. He couldn't leave her in that bus station, all alone. She might even be sent by one of his enemies, but he is one hundred and one percent sure that it's not the case. Her reaction to his touch this morning showed him that she is indeed innocent. He already checked her details from the office this morning and found out that her dorm room was allocated to some other student leaving her without a place to stay. No mother and father seems to be an alcoholic. The last part, he gathered through his personal channel. And his brief call with his brother made him realise that Matteo doesn't know anything about this girl as he is busy with Hera. So she is indeed unfortunate to find herself at that bus station at that hour. Woman are already waiting outside the field for his attention. They would do anything to sleep with him. "Kyle" They waved at him, but ignored them all. "Her name is Serra. What about her?" Kyle inquired with a hint of irritated. He doesn't know why he is upset. If it's for the fact that Carlos called Serra as a scarecrow, or the fact that she is affecting him the way she is. Carlos gulped down his fear when he noticed that Kyle is upset. "But everyone in the campus is calling her a scarecrow" Carlos laughed, as if it's a big joke. But Kyle stopped dead in his tracks and gave him a hard glare. At that moment, he truly looked like the Mafia man that he is. Carlos became uneasy and dropped his gaze to the floor. "She is beautiful. She doesn't look like a scarecrow. I don't want anyone to call her like that again. I am sure no one would want to meet 'The boss', do they now? " Kyle spoke camly, but in a tone which meant business. He is not kidding around. Carlos cleared his throat to find his voice again. Kyle is scaring him more than his brother Matteo and Reed combined. 'She is beautiful? Did he actually looked at her properly?' Carlos wondered. But he is not about to tell that to Kyle. For some unknown reason, Kyle is protective of that girl. "Man, I am not saying that she is not beautiful. But how can I threaten the whole student body of around twenty thousand students?" Carlos asked, feeling like a fish out of water. Kyle waved him off. "Not my problem. If anyone else calls her a scarecrow, then I will kill them" he spoke casually, as if he is speaking about the weather. Carlos became pale. 'Oh god, what is so special about that girl? If he unleashes his wrath here, I will be killed by his brother Matteo first'' he thought to himself with fear. "I saw her going to the ladies room" he provided helpfully when he saw Kyle walking away. Kyle did not bother to change from his tracks. His hair is wet from sweat, and so did he. Instead of going to take a shower, he went in search of Serra. On the other hand, Serra is hiding in the ladies room. She stopped crying, but she couldn't find the courage to go out and face the other students. "Kyle, oh my gosh, what are you doing here?" she heard one of the girls giggling and gushing. Her heart rate picked up when she heard Kyle's name. 'He would probably doesn't want to see me now. I hope he doesn't feel too embarrassed with me and Kick me out of his home' she started to panic. "Get out" she heard Kyle snap at someone outside the stall where she was hiding. He sounded angry. She heard footsteps moving out of the washroom until everything became quiet. "Come out" she heard his voice. It sounded like a command which he is expecting to be followed. Quickly she stood up to her feet as if her body has a mind of its own and she found herself walking out of the stall. But deep down, she is scared thinking that he might be upset because of her. Kyle looked at Serra who looked like a lost rabbit. Her long lashes are still wet from her tears. She is not looking at him, but at her feet. "You were crying" it's an observation."You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago....In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look
"She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock. Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did
"We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age. "What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself.His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered h
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
"You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly. "Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tea
The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age. "What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself.His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered h
"We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
"She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock. Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did
I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago....In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look