Arianna never knew acting could be this exhausting. Big Joe was not a stupid man so she had to be more scrupulous and natural at pulling off that elaborate hoax.Kenith would strike her back, Arianna was sure of that, especially with the murderous look she saw him give her right before he was taken away by Big Joe's position.She didn't need to be told what she just cost Kenith - his position of power and reputation. If Kenith was crazy enough to want to force himself on her just because he was jealous of Marcel, what would he do now when she caused him everything.Arianna understood the repercussion of what happened. She was Big Joe's chosen bride and the man walked in on the scene of his second-in-command trying to have her. It was definitely a death sentence.She tried to put herself in that same situation. If by chance she loved Big Joe - which was highly impossible - and she saw another lady on top of her man, Arianna was sure she would rain down hell that day. Yeah, she was a
Arianna remained motionless for about a minute and only blinked her eye when she was unable to stare at the fixed spot for long. "Oh, that?" She scratched the back of her nervously. Kenith was a matter she wouldn't want to bring up especially not after the trauma she went through in his hands.Although she was rescued on time, that was still a traumatic experience that she wouldn't want to experience ever in her life. Yes, Marcel had pretty much done almost the same thing to her - her opinion was not respected - at least she had sexual feelings for him and the kiss and touching had been consensual. Also, Arianna did not know Marcel that well but she was sure he wouldn't force himself on her simply because he was jealous. That was the lowest the son of a biscuit - namely Marcel - would go. He would likely spank her if that was the case.At once Arianna felt a rush of desire when she remembered the spanking scene and she quickly squeezed her eyes close to shut out the feelings. She
The guilt on Kenith's face was all the evidence Cassie needed to confirm if he had committed the crime or not. It was like in the movies when slow-motion is activated, although it had been for a fleeting moment, the way their gaze connected and the deep remorse on his face, her heart constricted.It was as if a knife went through her heart and she was unable to breathe as she confirmed the truth. He betrayed her! He told her nothing was going on between Arianna and him and yet this appears? Kenith fooled her completely.No, she needed to speak with him. Cassie wanted him to look her deep in the eyes and confess his sins, however, that was impossible right now. With what happened, security was tight and Big Joe would find it suspicious if he found reports that she visited him. So if she was going to see Kenith tonight, it had to be done secretly - and with help.Cassie branched into another corner of the hallway and although it looked like she wanted to pick up the plates that the mal
"I'm very sorry for your loss, ma'am, your son was a nice man,"Clara already had those words burned into her head. This was the fourth home she visited alongside Marcel to console the families of the victims who lost their sons in the incident.To say that she was bored was an understatement, Clara hated all of this. Most of the houses they visited were located in the rundown section of the city and It was safe to say that this was the most terrible day of her life.Although her mother Diana was a well-known philanthropist, Clara didn't share the same passion. While her mother would be out there caring for the needy - that never ceased - she would rather have a tea party with friends that were on the same social ladder with her or work on her designs.Clara was a fashion designer and though she wasn't world-famous yet, her brands were doing well. She had the connection and resources, all she needed was the right inspiration and in a matter of time, da-da! She would become a global s
"What took you so long? I've been practically waiting here for hours!" Clara whirled upon Marcel as soon as he made it into the street. Her face was flush and she was boiling with anger.Her heels were beginning to hurt her for going around in it and standing for a long time. Clara would have gone back to the car if she could, however, it was packed quite far from here due to the unpleasant nature of the road.The roads here are crumbling because they are poorly maintained and in a state of disrepair. Thanks to that, the potholes are numerous, leading drivers to swerve around them, putting themselves and those in other vehicles at risk. No, some of the section have deteriorated so badly they are impassableGosh, people that live here must be animals! A normal person wouldn't be able to endure this level of hardship, claimed Clara, the princess. Note the sarcasm. However, that was not even why Clara was angry in the first place. While Marcel had been away, she was left all alone ou
Clara saw herself falling and squeezed her eyes shut, already prepared for the shame that came with the fall while hoping to God that nobody records this scene. It would traumatize her for the rest of her life.But when a minute passed and she didn't fall and could only feel a strong hook around her waist, Clara knew instinctively that something happened. Surprisingly, that hook around her waist felt fleshy yet muscular and firm.Muscular and firm?At once, her eyes popped open only to stare straight into Marcel's face. Clara was stunned, he was the one who saved her?Unlike the other times where Clara would have gotten out of Marcel's arms, ridden with disgust and cursing him for trying to touch her, she just gaped at him.Clara couldn't explain it but she began to notice details about Marcel she hadn't seen till now like the way his hair was sexily tousled and some of it had fallen over his eyes when he tried to catch her. Then his eyes? It was the most beautiful and magnetic gray e
All thanks to Clara, the main funeral service was over before Marcel could arrive. Even when he reached the burial scene, the coffin was already being lowered into the ground and he had to push his way to the front. Unlike the other families of the victims, this one was quite aware of her husband's activities and that was why the burial was graced by mostly members of the gang with a few family members. Everyone was dressed in black as he was and just when Marcel was close to standing in front, one of the men resisted him crossing over. "What the hell?" The man said and turned to glare at who had tried passing through him only to get the shock of his life. "B-boss," He stammered, having recognized Marcel. Marcel didn't know the man and guessed he was from a lower-ranking member of the gang. He was not obliged to know every member of his gang, especially those at the bottom of the structure, it was the captain's responsibility except that such a person was recommended. He could se
Arthur wasn't exactly his cousin, but a second cousin since they share a great-grandparent, Fergus.There was a very good reason Marcel avoided his second cousins, although it's been years since the first incident involving their grandparents, both sides have never gotten along. And Marcel had to admit, his father contributed to that. After Mattia was banished from the family for killing Albine - his would have been uncle if he was still alive - his sons were not cast away with him since they knew nothing about his crime. Hatred, they say is contagious and his father had made sure they didn't communicate with Mattias' descendants, treating them as nothing less than an enemy, widening the gap between the family. Now, a family that is supposed to stand together views each other as nothing but competitors that need to be wiped off. Unlike Marcel's side of the family that had fewer males, Mattias' grandchildren were numerous and had a total of seven heirs of which two had died from a