Since then, Zella and Mike's relationship has grown closer. Zella, appointed as a butler, has now changed her status to that of a maid. She wore a uniform that was so charming; previously, Ruby had used the same uniform as hers, but the woman had been fired from this mansion. Zella, who took Ruby's place at Mike's behest, descended the stairs with her index finger, tracing the fence, which still felt dirty and dusty."Please pay more attention to the cleanliness here," Zella ordered the two young waitresses, who used to be seniors, to Zella.No matter how high, the walls were gossiping about her. Zella was still Queenzella, carrying out her mission, until at the end of the stairs, Zella saw Kenneth's face. But Zella lowered her head first, letting Kenneth pass by her. That's how they are now; Zella and Kenneth are strangers again since the incident that night.Flashback.Zella and Mike only returned to the mansion after one in the morning. The rain was so heavy that they both got caug
"Come closer," Zella called Mike to come closer to her, who was currently sitting next to the bathtub."You're going to help me wash my hair?" Mike smiled as he approached Zella like an excited child."You asked me to do it for you, didn't you? Sit down," Zella said after placing two stacks of towels partially on Mike's neck pillow.Mike followed Zella's instructions, sitting on the tiles of the bathroom floor with his head resting on a pile of towels on the edge of the bathtub.Zella soaks Mike's long hair in the shower. Zella's hands gently sweep through Mike's hair, pouring shampoo into her hands and starting to rub Mike's hair with a gentle massage.Zella's eyes focused only on Mike's hair, while Mike focused on Zella's face, which looked very beautiful in a severe state."I want to be honest with you."Zella stopped her hand and looked into Mike's eyes. What did Mike want to tell her? She hadn't prepared anything yet."Ahh shit! I should have brought my phone into the bathroom."
"Are you sure you want to do this with me?" Zella threw a glare at Mike."You're not sure what I'm saying?" Mike replied to Zella's words, his lips nuzzling the hollow of Zella's neck once more."I'm saying this... To make you think twice about doing it.""What? What's wrong with you?" Mike looked back at Zella, trying to listen to what she had to say. If Zella were lying, Mike would quickly find out."I'm the monthly guest... It'll all be for nothing if we do it," Zella said, explaining what was happening to her right now."Shit! There's always something in the way of me wanting to touch you."Zella looked at Mike's face, who seemed very disappointed at what Zella said. Mike's body rose from the surface of Zella's body, and he instantly felt lost."Are you mad at me?" Zella changed her lying position to sitting and folded her legs together."No.""Liar! It turns out you can get angry, too." Zella held back her smile as she looked at Mike with his back to her."I'm not mad at you! I'm
The sound of gunshots rang out loudly. Bullets flew into the target board, which was no longer because the perpetrator had not stopped guessing for almost two hours.Zella continued to shoot at the target board, which was 10 meters away from her. This was still quite a distance for her; not a single bullet missed the black dot that had disappeared. With every pull of the trigger from her favorite handgun, only Kenneth's face kept appearing, and Dealova's face looked happy—these two people should not enter Zella's mind to ruin her mood.Finally, Zella stopped shooting because she had run out of bullets. With the remaining anger, Zella threw the handgun in her hand, her eyes returning to stare intently at the front. Her knuckles, turning white, gripped the edge of the metal table nearby."Wanna fight?" Diandra appeared behind Zella. She had been witness to Zella's entrance into the shooting range; the woman had been very emotional, and Diandra had witnessed Zella's burning rage until th
"What's wrong?" Diandra again felt that Zella looked silent without speaking; the mood of the woman in front of her was back to what it was before they came to the ring of death."It's nothing. Let me go to the restroom first," Zella said with a very cold intonation. She stood up and left her desk.Zella walked quickly, not towards the toilet but towards the exit from the other direction. Zella exhaled, took out a cardboard box filled with nicotine, and began to burn the tip with a lighter.The smoke from the nicotine between her lips wafted out. Zella was still smoking with a blank stare; there was only her in this area. Maybe people only know the exit from the main access door.Zella looked down at the surface of her leather boots. Her eyes closed; she no longer wanted to cry. But Zella was contemplating whether she could look professional after this. Would she be okay with going back to the way they never saw each other in the first place?A tug on Zella's right arm made the cigare
Kenneth stared at the mirror in his walk-in closet. An expensive suit that, this time, was slightly different from his usual suit, a jet-black suit with a white shirt and a satin bow tie. Kenneth's hair had been transformed into a neater look with pomade polish, which made his entire forehead visible.Kenneth just stared lazily at the servers who passed by him. Kenneth was only looking for Zella after the hug that happened a few hours ago. Zella left Kenneth with a goodbye and said she would come back. But until this moment, Zella's words were not at all occupied by the woman."Sir, are you ready? Mr. Zaverio is waiting for you." The waiter reappeared, calling Kenneth, who did not come out."Wait!" Kenneth stopped the servant, who was about to leave."Is there anything you need, sir?""Have you seen Zella? I mean Miss Zella," said Kenneth, who corrected the call for Zella, who had a higher rank in this mansion. Zella had become the butler in the fastest period of 17 days."Miss, I did
After that, Valencia was seen going to the back area. Fortunately, she had something that could serve as a sweetener in her daughter's relationship. Valencia poured out a medicinal powder that made the person who drank it experience a reaction that made them burn with a sensation of heat."Hey... Please take this drink to the young master." Valencia placed the glass cup on the empty plate brought by the waiter.The waiter nodded and walked away with the water that had the medicine in it. Valencia smiled. She was waiting for the medicine to take effect and make her daughter happy tonight.Dealova waited in front of Kenneth's room. Her mother said that Dealova just needed to wait until Kenneth saw her. After waiting for several minutes, instead of Kenneth appearing, Mike's face appeared. Dealova didn't care about Mike; she was still waiting for Kenneth.Mike, who felt a strange reaction in his body, approached the woman in front of him and confused her name with another person's. "Zella
Victoria's eyes lit up as if she saw a billion-dollar bill in front of her face. Her daughter Dealova was seen standing in front of the glass in the living room with a flat face, but Victoria was sure the unboxing scene must have happened because of her daughter's strange walk. "How was it? Did everything go well?" Victoria approached her daughter, Dealova.Dealova, who was still in shock from yesterday's events, was still unable to frame a smile on her face. He really couldn't believe this was happening to him."Dealova, did everything go well?" said Victoria, holding Dealova's hand. Her daughter seemed to be busy picking up clothes rather than answering her."No... It was unexpected!" Dealova pulled her hand away, revealing the bathrobe, which showed the anger marks all over her body.Dealova did not smile at all; she did not know where to start the story. Every time she remembers, she wants to cry because Mike abused her."Good!!! Mommy is sure that after this, your relationship w
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!