"Are you sure you want to go? Just postpone it until your wound heals." Hearing Zella's call that she was returning to work this morning, Audrey was also worried."Until when? I can't put it off too long. It's been two days...""Are you okay?""Yeah. I'm fine... Death won't get me down." Zella closed her eyes. Honestly, Zella didn't remember the incident; her entire eyes were closed, so there wasn't that much pain when the bastard was killed."Good! I like your firm attitude... Then how are your wounds?""My wounds have also improved... Did you forget, sis? I almost died in a gunshot during my first mission, too." Zella will never forget the painful incident where she almost died because the hot lead nearly hit her heart."Yeah, I know you're stubborn! You're way more stubborn than me and Diandra.""I love you, my Leader.""Owh shit! It's disgusting that I have to say this to Leonard, that you love me.""Your husband will kill me."Zella switched off the phone and returned her attenti
"Excuse me." Zella poked her head and left Mike's room.Misfortune struck again when Zella walked out of Mike's room. She was met with a pair of cold gray eyes belonging to Kenneth; the man stared at Zella without a smile. Zella also felt awkward to say something before she was told Kenneth had already passed. It was as if the man didn't see her.Kenneth pulled his tie roughly. He tore off his shirt and left only the cloth pants hanging down his hips; Kenneth clenched his hands tightly. His emotions had come to a head; why the hell did the woman he liked sell herself to his asshole brother!Kenneth punched the glass of the living room table until it shattered. Not only did Kenneth vent his anger, but he punched the glass many times without feeling any pain.Kenneth lay on the marble floor next to the fireplace, which seemed to be burning wood and causing a large fire. But it wasn't the wood and the fire that Kenneth was talking about. It was a matter of the ashes that were the last th
Dealova first set foot in Italy. Last time, exactly three years ago, Dealova visited Italy to perform a ballet show in one of the biggest theaters in the country. But today, Dealova didn't come to do her job.Dealova goes through airport screening. She pulls back a small suitcase with only two to three pieces of clothing, the plan being to visit a mansion owned by her father's friend. There was a big reason why Dealova was coming to that mansion.To pick up her father's cremated ashes. Her father's ashes, Markus Persson, were kept in an urn brought by Zaverio Christopher, the wealthiest businessman in Italy. Dealova waited at the airport, sunglasses on, wanting to go by taxi. Unfortunately, that was forbidden by her father's friend. Zaverio said he had ordered someone to pick Dealova up at the airport.A black Rubicon pulled up in front of Dealova. Dealova still doesn't want to look at the car, but suddenly, the windshield opens, and a slightly visible head stares at Dealova."Dealova
"Stop eavesdropping; get back to work." Ruby removed her hand from Zella's wrist.Zella still didn't want to leave. Now, she was much more curious about who the woman named Dealova was; their last names were the same. Queenzella Persson, Dealova Persson—are Dealova's father and Zella, the same person?"What are you doing here?" Mike's voice returned to Zella's ears, but Zella didn't bother. Instead, she pulled Mike's hand and hid it behind her body, covering Mike's mouth with her hand."Shut up!" Zella warned Mike with her sharp gaze.Mike nodded and rubbed Zella's hand. Zella quickly pulled her hand away from Mike's mouth. Zella's eyes refocused on the two humans, still talking to each other."Where are my father's ashes, Mr. Zaverio?"Zella overheard the conversation between Dealova and Mr. Big again."You knew him?" Mike whispers in Zella's ear; his exhale makes Zella momentarily unfocused."No," Zella answered Mike again."She's Dealova Persson, daughter of Markus Persson, who jus
Zella carried the Tray filled with cut fruits to the swimming pool. It was the first time since she had been working in this mention that Zella had stepped into the pool at night. It was dimly lit but still looked bright because several lights were installed on the pool's edge.Zella just rolled her eyes lazily at the sight of Mike casually lying on a flamingo float. I don't know what the stupid twenty-seven-year-old man had in mind."Maid!"Zella paused as Mike shouted maid to her for the first time. Zella still did not move forward; she just stayed where she was, waiting for the spoiled Master to open his mouth."Where are you going?" Mike looked at Zella, who was about to walk away from him in the pool."Back to work, sir," Zella replied gruffly."Why would you go back inside? You only work for me now." Mike snapped at Zella, his hand spraying water toward Zella's clothes."Bastard! Does he think I'm scared?" Zella thought as she held back her anger, hiding her fists behind her."W
Zella returned to her room early in the morning. The room was less spacious than Kenneth's; Zella dropped her body on the soft bed. Her eyes were still open, though, her body feeling exhausted as if she had fought several people."Making love consumes a lot of energy," Zella muttered as she stared at the room's slightly worn ceiling. There were spider attacks, probably because this room had not been used for a long time and most likely also missed cleaning.Just as Zella wanted to close her eyes, the door to her room was knocked again. Zella climbed back down the bed and approached the door. Her hand turned the doorknob, and she saw who was knocking."What's wrong?" Zella saw Mike coming to visit her room."I don't want to sleep in my room.""So? What does that have to do with me," Zella said in confusion as Mike noted something strange."Let's switch rooms," Mike asked Zella to sleep in his room while he slept in hers."No, no, no. How can you! This is the maid's room; you're a maste
Mike squatted on the side of the bed and still wouldn't leave Zella. His initial intention was to disturb her and see her room. But after Mike slept in the maid's room for a few hours, he realized that Zella would be better off sleeping in her room."Damn it! When she leaves, I can't keep up the charade." Zella continued to swear in her heart. Zella moved slightly and opened her eyes slowly to make them look natural."Are you awake?""W-what are you doing here!" Zella re-acted by holding tightly to her blanket."You think?" Mike stood up from his crouch and approached Zella with his hand gripping the edge of the bed. Mike only left about 5 centimeters of space between the two of them. Their breaths felt each other; Mike's eyes focused on the soft gaze Zella was showing him."You!" Zella pushed Mike's body away from her.Zella got off the bed and put her clothes back on. Once again, she didn't care about Mike seeing her because Zella was sure that Mike, the sly man, must have seen her
"What happened to your cheek?" Mike looked at Zella with a sharp gaze.Zella didn't answer Mike's question; she focused on compressing her cheek. Mike approached Zella and pulled Zella's chin. He saw Zella's red cheek. Mike knew it was a slap mark, but who had done it?"Did Kenneth do it?" Mike said in an emphasized tone, his hand still holding Zella's cheek.Zella pushed Mike's hand away from its grip on her chin. Zella answered Mike with a shake of her head: Why did Mike think only Kenneth did that to her? All this time, Kenneth had never been rude to her."Then who did it?" Mike yelled at Zella, scaring the passing servers, but Zella looked relaxed and as if she didn't bear any burden."Speaking in a low tone, Mike, I can't tell you who did it." Zella was too lazy to argue with Mike; she walked to the refrigerator and took out a new bottle of cold mineral water. Zella opened the bottle lid, took Mike's hand, and put the bottle down."Cool your head, and then you can continue talkin
3 years later. "Luis. Have you studied all the files?" someone asked, adjusting the glasses that framed his face. "I have Mr. Christopher," Luis replied steadily with a nodding head. "Good Luis. You'll be in charge for the next few months," said Kenneth taking off his glasses and placing them in a box and storing them in a drawer. Kenneth stood up from his desk chair and went into the room. Within minutes, the cold face reappeared in a different suit. No longer in a shirt suit, and also that boring expensive suit. Kenneth appeared wearing jeans and a leather jacket complete with sunglasses. "How do I look?" asked Kenneth, putting one hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. Staring at Luis with a haughty face with his sunglasses slightly lowered, Kenneth's appearance looked perfect having dyed his hair jet black. "Mr---" Luis' words were cut off as Kenneth raised five fingers to stop him. "No Luis. Don't say I'm not fit to look like this, 33 years old is the time to
Logan looked from the balcony. Angel looked very happy talking to the man named Prince, they chatted in the garden sitting side by side with two mugs with steam still rising. Logan continued to stare. He felt his presence was no longer needed, but leaving like a coward was not Logan's nature. There was no way he would lose before the war even started. A small pat on his shoulder suddenly made Logan aim from the corner of his eye, Asher appeared and stood right beside him. The man's eyes also stared straight at Angel, Logan was very sure that after this Asher would laugh at him. Asher chuckled, tilting his head slightly to the side. Looking at Logan's face, Asher was completely sure that the arrogant man beside him was currently burning with jealousy. "Are you jealous of Prince? That man is handsome, rich and my parents definitely know his parents better. Did you know that Angel and Prince were once matched." Logan's head also tilted. He stared at Asher's face seriously, hearing mor
The sound of a knock on the door was heard, then paused for a moment and knocked again. Kenneth, who was still finishing some company work in his private room, looked up slightly and glanced at the clock that showed 11 pm. Was it his wife who came? But usually Zella would come straight in accompanied by a loving call to him. So who would come to see him at night like this?"Come in." Kenneth invited someone who was outside to come in.His daughter appeared with a slightly bent expression. Who knows what else was bothering his daughter, that she had to meet him at night which almost never happened."Daddy, are you busy? I want to talk a little," said Angel approaching her father's desk."Is this topic very important? To the point of disturbing your sleep time," replied Kenneth, leaning back slightly and opening the thin glasses that framed his face. He stared into his daughter's eyes, restless. The first thing that crossed Kenneth's mind. "Talk about what's bothering you," continued Ke
"Soon. Soon, Daddy will get it.""I'll be back soon. Be nice to him.""I assure you! I don't love him."Logan hung up the phone from his father. The old man always asked when he would get the island. What was wrong with the island? Why was his father so determined to get a small, remote island. Still standing in the backyard, Logan put his phone in his pocket. Pulling the lighter out of his pocket, Logan didn't smoke but he had a zippo lighter that he always carried everywhere.Ting..Ting Opening and closing repeatedly he did that with a straight gaze. Empty, Logan didn't know what was happening to him right now. Being in Christopher's family's residence for a few days taught him a lot. Not only violence, but also the warmth of a family that often crossed his mind. They did look cold and so strict in their upbringing but Logan could see all the siblings and Angel's parents were so supportive.But Logan didn't love their daughter. That's the fact!"Miss! Don't, it's too dangerous!"
"Miss, Mr. Greyson is injured.""What! How could that be!"Angel's body immediately jerked to her feet, her fingers pressing the glass table with anger. The maid was also shocked, bowing in fear. Angel lifted her dress a little and widened her steps leaving the pavilion, and headed to the main mansion.Angel's feelings were a mess right now. She had been trying not to care about Logan, the man was being tested by her two brothers. Angel didn't want to be there and watch, she didn't want to be seen siding with anyone.Her brown hair fluttered in the wind. The sound of her shoes could be heard loudly stepping on the marble floor, still with both hands tightly holding the dress she was wearing. Angel's goal at this time was only to see Logan's condition, arriving in front of a wooden door. Angel stopped her steps and was silent for a moment."What happened to me? Why do I care so much," Angel thought."Give it to me," said Angel taking the first aid kit brought by the maid.Angel opened
Logan woke up from his sleep. The knock on the door was loud, repeatedly without a break. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was now four in the morning. Who is the crazy person who disturbs other people's sleep."You took so long to open the door."Logan's eyebrows furrowed as he saw Asher, Angel's oldest brother, who was wearing neat clothes. With riding boots, not forgetting the helmet in his right hand."What's wrong?" asked Logan who was also confused about what to call Asher. In terms of age, they were not much different."Get ready! Come with me to the horse race," replied Asher in a cold tone.Although he was a little shocked. But Logan would not refuse Asher's invitation, he would show the best he could do. Logan immediately changed his clothes into a polo shirt, also wearing the same boots as Asher."He looks so confident," thought Asher.Still with a cold gaze full of hatred, Asher couldn't sleep thinking about how to make this man back down and cancel his desire to ma
Angel's small hand pulled the curtain a little. Peeking down, she saw her two siblings, her mother followed by her father approaching Logan who was still standing in the garden. She didn't know what they were talking about, making her so curious. Still wearing her wet clothes, Angel's eyes continued to guess the movements of Logan's lips, but when the man's eyes glanced towards the balcony, Angel quickly closed the curtains of her room. Angel pressed her heart, she took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. "Angel! A respectable woman like you, doesn't need to worry about a man like Logan who is a jerk, itchy and crazy about holes," Angel muttered, further instilling hatred in her heart so that her common sense would function normally again. Her slender fingers took off all the wet clothes. When she was about to take off her bra, she remembered the incident when they were on the boat. "Are you angry because I rejected you in bed?" That's what the man said to her when they were still
"What other evil plans does he have," Angel muttered looking at the two men who were quite a distance apart in age. But strangely his father looked much more comfortable talking to the young man in the white polo shirt, and the golf club in his right hand.Since yesterday Angel had been suspicious of Logan's sudden appearance. The man said he wanted to learn more about wine, but it seemed like an image. Instead of being interested in wine, Logan seemed to be interested in penetrating his family's defenses. Taking away his father's sympathy, and no doubt it would spread to his mother and two brothers.Angel sat with her hat protecting her head from the sun, it wasn't her head that was hot but her heart that was burning. Gone was his appetite for playing golf with his father, his father seemed happy to find an equal opponent. Because of his soulmate, Angel felt like a dead display that looked stupid.seeing two people who had the prowess to play golf balls. The sound of laughter was als
The sound of clattering footsteps came closer and closer. Soon, the sunlight came in quickly, but it didn't change the position of Angel, who was closed up with a chest-length blanket. His face was so pale that cold sweat kept pouring down his face."Angel, are you okay?" Zella asked, panicking when she heard that Angel hadn't woken up yet. "Mommy," mumbled Angel with slightly open eyes."Your fever is so high. When did all this happen? Have you taken your medicine?" said Zella, panicking as she saw Angel looking limp. Angel rarely got sick, but when her daughter did, it was not something to be taken lightly."What time is it?" "noon. Wake up, Mommy will call the doctor." Zella stroked Angel's face as her hands busily searched for their doctor's number."No, no. No need Mommy, I have to go to the factory!" Angel replied, getting up from the bed. She refused to be hospitalized, let alone have to gulp down drugs that only made her feel worse."Angel! Mommy will still forbid you to go!