"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
That comment was a huge slap on his face. Everything Clara has done to him, Marcel was able to endure and move on but he had never felt this insulted until now. As someone who had been with many women and could boast of his ability to bring a woman to orgasm, it was a huge blow to his pride. Plus men were egotistical creatures, not to mention that Arthur currently smirking at him irked him, greatly."What did you just say?" Marcel asked in a dangerously low tone. His fists were clutched by the side which was the only sign of anger he showed because his expression was apathetic; he was completely void of emotion.Marcel was angry, Clara could see that, considering that she couldn't tell what was going on in his mind with his blank face. However, she knows him well enough to know that below that calm demeanor, there was a burning inferno.Clara was supposed to be scared, but what gave her confidence was the fact that Marcel wouldn't be able to harm her, not in the open and not with hi
Clara stood as frozen as an ice fish, her brain seem to have malfunctioned the moment Marcel pressed his lips against hers. She did not see it coming.Her mind had been wrapped around the pain in her scalp where he grabbed her hair tightly and was cursing him mentally only for him to kiss her suddenly.Clara didn't react even though her eyes were open and witnessed when Marcel's eyes shut close. Like magic, the pain in her scalp became numb the same moment the kiss deepened and her lips parted. If anything the pain gave birth to a bliss that made her body shudder. It was a kiss like never before and had her toes curling even before she could respond to him. Clara couldn't count the number of times she and Luther kissed but it couldn't compare to this one right here. This kiss was on a higher level and it made her begin to see Marcel in another light. Marcel was a damn good kisser and she couldn't help but wonder if this was what she had been missing out on all this time? If she had
Arianna didn't have a nightmare last night, no, she didn't even have a dream. However, she woke up quite early and was on tenterhooks.Her head was finally cleared from the events of yesterday and she had the opportunity to think. Now, how was she going to get herself out of this predicament? She can't keep on deceiving Big Joe and pretending to be interested in being his faithful wife in the future.However, it wasn't that bad marrying Big Joe, right? She means, compared to Marcel, he's been good to her.No!!Arianna shook the useless thought out of her head. What the hell was she thinking? She had to force herself to remember why she should never get married to Big Joe in the first place.Number one, she wasn't ready for marriage. Arianna was not against those getting into marriage early, however, she needed breathing space. She has heard how tough being married is and enjoyed her singlehood a bit before being tied into such bondage. Moreover, she would rather experience hell with