All Chapters of La Elora; Vengeance & Lenience: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

After buying some antiseptics and bandages, Leon put Oriana down on a bench far from the scene and rechecked her palm. It was still bleeding so much. Olive was still busy talking with Xieaniel on her phone. Xieaniel told them about the ruckus in the restaurant, so the three waited in the park for the rest to come and pick them up.            "The cut was deep but not deep enough to need some stitches. Tsk." Leon spat and started cleaning her cut. Oriana sighed in relief.            "What are you so relieved about? If you don't want some stitches, then don't be too reckless." He nagged. Is he really a nagger?            "Colonel, please stop nag-"            "Lady Atherton? Is that you?" Oriana and Leon stopped and looked at the man who

The interrogation and the execution were over. What remains undone now was the investigation. The useless investigation for they already know who was behind everything – Edom.            Ashriel sat on her chair. The grand chair has a red velvet cushion, a frame made of gold adorned with diamonds, and a lion crafted on the armrest that had blue and green diamonds as eyes. An eagle was also crafted on the top rail with red diamonds as eyes. It was a chair that was the epitome of luxury and the symbol of her power, authority, and responsibility. It was the chair that Edom greedily desired to have. The chair that was protected by many blood – both innocent and not. If not for the responsibility Ashriel carried, everything is vanity for her.           “Carsillion.” She whispered. Nathan, who was observing her for a while now knelt before her in respect. “Everything that I do wa

“Mother?” Ashriel asked as she rested her head on her luxurious sofa inside her office. Olive and Xieaniel took care of Teb’s body and the other Quislings and the rest did their usual job.            “Your birthday’s in two months.” Lady Chalier started and Ashriel pressed her hand on her temple, fully aware of her mother’s next words. “When will you go home here at Thrascias?” She asked firmly. Bull’s eyes.            Ashriel sighed and transferred her eyes to her file-filled folders. “Next month, I guess mother.”            “Next month?!” She fumed. Ashriel pulled her ear away from her phone and brought it back. “You’re turning legal and that night will be your Coronatio

After taking off, Oriana checked the fuel log to ensure that the fuel burn matched the flight plan. Nathan also did the gross error checks. Their attention transferred from the buttons in front of them to the metal door that opened.           “Flying light?” Ashriel asked, holding a tray in her hands with three cups of coffee. “It’s not a commercial flight, but we will be flying red-eyed.” She kicked the door closed and walked towards the two, and gave their coffees.           “Thank you, Your Highness,” Oriana said shyly. “Also, for letting me operate.”           Ashriel opened the lid of her golden cup and smelled the freshly brewed coffee. Nathan did the same. “I just did what’s best for everyone. That’s a leader’s responsibility.&r

“Boss! Happy, happy birthday!”           “Your Highness, happy birthday! Pardon our intrusion, but we have no time left.”            “Young Master, the dawn has cracked. Please get up.”            Ashriel sat in surprise at the deafening thunder-voice of the four-woman who barged in her room before the rooster even crow. She didn’t even have time to open her mouth when the four carried her, and Venice quickly undressed her when they reached her massive, luxurious bathroom. Tory clapped her hand three times, and Ashriel’s eyes widened and covered her body when the door banged open. Countless maids entered with various bath essentials.             “W-Where did they come from?!” Ashriel asked to herself, amused.