Kayla had been meaning to do something really difficult. This would hurt her, break her beyond repairs, ruin her, and steal and lock away her happiness. She couldn't keep it with her forever. She had to give it out and prepare for the outcome of it. How ready was she for the outcome? Anthony's reaction would determine her readiness.Kayla was ready to leave for work. She took her tray of food to the dining, where Anthony was. Setting down the tray on the table, she took a seat opposite him and dropped her purse beside her on the floor. She hesitated for a while, her eyes dancing around the corners of the dining.When her eyes settled on him, “Clinton,” she called softly. He stopped eating for a while, flicked her a glance, and continued eating. Seeing his reaction, she knew a lot was going through his mind. Just so he didn't remain in a reel of thoughts, she reached down and fetched the affidavit and the album from her bag. She dropped it on the table. “I know you're Clinton,” she sp
Having Irene's words at the back of her mind, Kayla drove down to KR. Given she didn't know her way around, a staff led her to the conference room and left her at the door with her anxiousness. The door was locked, but that wasn't a problem as Irene had given her a passcode to enter. Her fear and doubt were the problems. Puffing, she input the code. The door slid open. Soon as she stepped in, the room went quiet. All eyes were on her, which worsened her fear and discouragement. Her eyes ran nervously around the room, she could see familiar faces already.It was quite a massive conference room made of high technology. A round table with a large space in between settled in the middle. Sat around the table were about fifty prominent and prestigious members of KR, Ates Banks sitting as the head of them. Everyone with their stern expression nearly had Kayla leaving, but she muscled courage and stood still.“What brings you here, fairy?” a young man asked.Fairy. Was that a name he usually
Danger. The feeling beat at Kayla in her sleep. The urge to wake up was overwhelming. Her eyelids fluttered, but her brain was fogged and hazy with the sleep she and her baby hadn't gotten for many nights. There was a presence in her room. She could feel it, but it wasn't easy to wake up. Not only the presence, but vague sounds also fell on her ears. Door sound, light footfalls. The duvet covering her went off and she suddenly became cold. Yet, she couldn't wake up.Everything felt like a dream that affected her reality. Her sleep-fogged brain still wouldn't let her wake up. Not until something became more alarming. The presence's weight was felt on her bed. The presence came ever so closer that the air she breathed became warm. She could feel the presence’s breath on her skin. Fingers slid into her hair, and knotted into her hair, folding into a tight fist. Terrified, Kayla pushed through the haze of her sleep and opened her eyes.A gasp tore out of her and her eyes flew wide as she
Kayla would never give up on pleading for Anthony's forgiveness. She could take anything he gave as a punishment for her misdeeds. She could go through all he'd put her through, only with the hope that one day, things would be better between them.A week and four days breezed past. Life had been anything beyond miserable for her. What hadn't she done to make him soften his heart and get over vengeance? She'd done something even beyond her capability, endured his maltreatment without a word, and done everything she could to please him. Was there something she forgot to do? What hadn't she said? How hadn't she pleaded and begged? All she got in return for her efforts was pain, hatred, condemnation of her efforts, humiliation, and emotional torture that made her cry and worry each passing day.Sometimes she stayed up at night, and sometimes in the daytime, thinking if she should give up and save her baby the pain. As if he got worse with each day. Anthony gave her no little tint of hope
Another week ran out. The same suffering, everything the same and even worse. Throughout the week, Anthony brought different women home and made them scream their throats out. He attended business round tables with a woman beside her. His act had people blasting her with questions about her relationship each time she stepped out of her house. When she tried begging him to stop, she ended up scoring herself a slap from him. “What? Are you going to hate me? Go ahead,” he clutched her face, pulled her closer, and said. Then he flung her to the floor and quit the living room.She had no intentions of hating him. How could she? Nothing he did could make her develop acrimony towards him. Kayla was only afraid. Afraid she was making no progress, afraid she'd fail to make things work between them.______“Seeing as you won't come to see me, or even call me on the phone, I decided to pay you a little surprise visit,” Alicia, who sat on the couch in Anthony's office, said with a smile.“Things
Kayla drove to the hospital. She parked in the lot and hastened into the building, struggling to keep her tears at bay. Throughout her stay in Qynville, it had been all about sadness and tears. Again, how possible did Anthony think it would be to divorce her after everything she'd been through with him? Now that she needed him as both the man she fell in love with and Clinton, he wanted to divorce her. As soon as Nora opened the door to her office, Kayla rushed in and hugged Nora, who stood near the door. She cried her heart out in Nora's arms.“Anthony wants to get a divorce. I'm scared, Nora. I'm really scared, I don't want to leave him.”“Hey, sweetie, relax. I know it's not easy, but I need you to calm down.” Nora crooned, helping Kayla take a seat. She squatted before Kayla and took her hands. “Did you sign the papers?”“How could I, Nora? After everything I've been through with him? Now that I want him the most? I can't. My efforts can't be futile, and my baby needs her father.”
A month and two days. Every situation was still the same. Nothing changed. No slight hope for change. Anthony had been the same, doing all he could to hurt her. Most times he tortured her. Every torture ended with a reminder that she should sign the divorce papers. He wouldn't change, meanwhile her strength and hope to continue trying to soften his heart was fading. Even so, all she could do was try harder, cry her eyes out, fall, and rise again to continue trying. But for how long would she carry on trying without hope? How long would she get only pain and no gain? She needed to know.It was morning. Kayla sat in the living room in all her courage, waiting for Anthony to come downstairs. She was also waiting for the laughing bitch in the guestroom to remember the house wasn't a club and just leave. The whore was too loud. Who did she want to offend? Her? For Christ’s sake, she was only a whore, who Anthony picked from god-knows-where.The whore came sailing toward her, smiling. Saili
“Kayla?” Nora streaked to the bathroom and opened the door. Kayla wasn't there, either. Now panicking, she ran off the room, looking into other patient rooms as she was heading to the lobby, hoping to see Kayla in one of the rooms. She met the receptionists. “Excuse me. Did you see a lady in a carnation pink dress leave the building?” “No, ma'am,” the first lady answered. “I did,” the second lady behind the first lady said. “I saw her leave.”Where did she go? Nora fell in total frustration and disarray. She ran out of the building, looking here and there, questioning the people she saw around. Nobody seemed to have caught sight of Kayla. Nora's hands instinctively went up and rested on her head, her eyes stinging with tears. Worry contorted her face as she turned around. Where in the world had Kayla run off to?Her phone rang. Dominic was calling. Nora didn't pick up, she rather ran to the parking, where she found Dominic stepping out of his car with the bags he bought.“You don't
Three years later.A prolonged silence reigned in a bedroom. The silence had nearly grown beyond silence, but the sound of vacuum cleaners broke through the door as muffled sounds. Anthony lay shirtless in the bed. His eyes were closed as though he were asleep, his hand laying over Kayla's back. Kayla lay with her head and half of her torso on him. Her eyes were wide open. Unlike a shirtless Anthony, she had a gray nightshirt on.Kayla's mind couldn't go through so many thoughts and imaginations without her remembering the hot sex they had last night. It was hot—so hot and rough that she gulped down two bottles of chilled water and energy drinks after. Thank goodness their neighbors lived many blocks away, and their house was soundproofed. Their bedroom including. She and Anthony were glad the kids didn't interrupt, Eaven especially.It was seven in the morning, yet she and Anthony were stuck in the bed like heaven would fall if one of them had left the bedroom. “I went to the hospita
Already, everyone had risen to their feet. A wolf leaped at Marcus. Marcus flew up to the height of the wolf, and drilled his hands and claws into the wolf's torso, splitting the wolf into two. All wolves enraged, Wolan zoomed closer to make a swipe. Marcus leaned backward, his feet scraping the floor as he glided beneath Wolan. He grabbed Wolan’s leg from below, and twisted, wrenching a pained growl off him. Twisting one more time, he flung him to the wall harder, and Wolan broke the unbreakable wall. Dominic rolled over the floor, yelling in pain, holding his leg. Another wolf came at him. Marcus allowed the wolf to descend. Immediately the wolf descended, he took his hand up and penetrated the wolf's chest wall, pulling the wolf's heart out of him. The wolf whimpered and dropped dead, shifting back to a dead human form. Bo zoomed towards him. Marcus caught him in the air by the neck and snapped his neck, throwing him aside.Camlin stood up and tossed the spring-chained axe at him.
Marcus switched to his vampire form—a pale ash skin, visible veins poking out on the layer of his body, long fangs, pointy ears, dark eyes like midnight, a face like an animal, and longer claws. Kicking Anthony in the torso, he slashed the claws of his hands at him, slicing his throat and face, blood surging out of Anthony's wounds with pressure. Anthony bounced back and healed.Making another slash with the claws of his left hand, Anthony bent backward and let his hand swing past his face, then he sprang up to claw back at him but he leaned backward. Marcus stood upright and stabbed his claws into Anthony's stomach, pulled him closer with his claws in his stomach, and buried his fangs into his neck. Anthony growled in pain. Retracting his fangs and claws, he shoved Anthony aside by his neck.Anthony fell and changed back to his human form, convulsing, grunting, and groaning. Kayla heaved herself from the floor and ran up to him, holding him closer in her arms, while he struggled to h
The room quietened. The vampires dropped, yet everyone still squared up vigilantly, prepared for even the most sudden attack. Before their eyes, the throne chair turned its back to them and slowly turned again. Marcus appeared sitting on it with his hands on the armrest. His puckered brow emanated pure rage and vengeance. The sight of him only had everyone getting even more prepared. Marcus worked his eyes around for a while.“My empire. My soldiers. Everything that I spent every century of my life building, has crumbled before my eyes,” Marcus said. His tone was placid but pressured by existing rage. “Words can never express how angry I have become. But actions can.”The moment his chair turned, deep growls apart from the wolves’ resonated in the room. Not aware of where it came from, they looked around. Screeching, hisses, growls, and snarls clouded the atmosphere. It took a while before they grabbed the situation. The dead vampires were awakening again. The ones without complete bo
One of the elders lifted Catelyn from the floor and slammed her against the wall on the platform. The elder with fire radiating from his hands zoomed to the platform and unleashed the fire on her. Catelyn still on the floor, quickly put out her hand and blocked his fire. A hand wasn't enough, as his fire conquered hers, she added another hand.Fierce rumbles erupted from Jacob as he took a defense stance in his hybrid form, ready to take on an ascendant that was baring his fangs in front of him. The ascendant zoomed forward. Jacob met him midway and pulled his head off his body. An elder came behind Jacob's back and lifted him from the floor, trying to dismember him with telekinesis. Jacob growled in pain as the elder spread his limbs apart, pulling them from his torso. Unable to endure the energy and pain, he shifted back to his human form the second his hand fell off his body.Tally spotted Jacob. He growled with rage and zoomed toward the elder that was dismembering Jacob. Another
They looked up and saw Anthony passing the wall Marcus had passed through.Anthony appeared straight right in Marcus's main chamber through the wall. He wasn't sure he had seen anything so demonic as Marcus's throne. One could swoon at the sight of the red-eyed and fanged sculpted cobras serving as the armrests of the throne chair. Sadly, he wasn't intimidated by the creepy things in the room, not even by the people in the room.Approximately ten vampires in black hooded cloaks stood on the left, and twenty in scarlet hooded cloaks on the right. Anthony was certain of one thing… the black cloaks were elder vampires with powers, and the scarlet cloaks were ascendant vampires with powers that were unlike the ones he fought back there.He was here to send this ancient bozo with faded green eyes to where he belonged. The grave. With rage, vengeance, bravery, and readiness trapped in him, he stepped closer and stood a bit close to the middle of the vampires. “I knew you'll come.” Anthony
Anthony and Amber made it back into the building after fighting their way through. They were met with unusual changes when they stepped into the lobby. The whole place now seemed digitalized and modern, rather than an ordinary palace lobby.“Where are we?” Amber asked.Anthony continued strides and Amber followed. “This building is technical. A complicated great work of science. It changes form.”“So, you know where we're going? How do we know where Marcus is?” “Follow me.”Amber retrieved a pistol from his pocket and shot a newborn alighting from the stairs above ground and the newborn burst. Her light brown eyes bore into Anthony's. “Get your head in the game.” She was giving the pistol back when another vampire that had killed his opponent came at them. She spun around and shot the vampire. “I’ll keep this.”They continued further to the rolling staircase.Anthony and Amber stood before a wall that was sliding open. Both froze at the situation on sight. The place was large like a
Anthony continued further, lurching as he walked. He was hopeless, pained, and afraid, his eyes red with tears as he breathed shakily. His beast wouldn't stop growling in his head, clawing at him, so restless—the beast was enraged and pained as him.Marcus's scent was always there. He might go the wrong way if he followed it. But there were other scents on the path he walked. The scents he'd smelled in the chamber, along with Marcus's. A realization waltzed in, shooting him into motions. He could follow those scents to wherever they took his mate to.With haste and fury, Anthony walked from one hallway to another and entered four different elevators that lead to different floors, paving his way with the solar lamp and pistols he used to knock down the vampires that crossed his path.Anthony was met with ten soldiers in gas masks right in the passage where the scents took him. He stood many feet from the vampires, staring at them, getting himself prepared. He was confident that Kayla w
Anthony remained in a stance, a foot, a knee, and palms on the earth, his glowing eyes surveying his surrounding. Newborn vampires. Fledglings. They were everywhere around. They were aiming his way. He could smell them, their courage, confidence, and their readiness. He even smelled their deaths. Both far and near, he heard every single sound they made. His right ear twitched. There were two vampires on different trees in his vicinity, fifteen coming at him. They were two hundred in the forest right then, but only a few were after him.The newborn on the tree descended, one coming from his front and three from his left. Anthony yanked his machine gun off his shoulder, sprang up from the ground, and shot the newborn descending from the tree. He threw the machine gun up in the air, sliced the neck of one of the vampires with his poisonous claws, snapped and pulled the other's head. Then he caught the machine gun once it came down, and shot the five coming at him. Their screams, hisses,