All Chapters of Assassin's Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dimitrios was walking towards the dining table when the sudden entry of Brian annoyed him. Of course, he hadn't slept since yesterday, and later the encounter with Iris went too rough causing him another headache. Instead of having a heavy breakfast, he stood in the middle of the track to listen to the same problem again. "Boss...."  Dimitrios's trance got broken when Brian called him again. The first sentence was so unpredictable and unexpected that Dimitrios lost the connection between his present and surroundings. "What!" He almost growled on poor Brian who was simply doing his job by informing his Boss.  "She is not responding...." "So?" A heartless reply came out of his mouth as he chose to show his ignorance towards the girl who should be hated for eternity by him.  "What to do?" Brian seemed confused watching Dimitrios's sudden change of demeanor. He wasn't expecting such a cold yet confusing expression of him. Th

Iris was left on the floor sobbing a little. Even her tears started getting dried up after such humiliation and torture. What she still couldn't digest was the man's budding hatred towards her. Dimitrios left her locked inside the room and walked towards his study. Grabbing his suit he made his way out of the room for his office."Boss......" Igor's voice made him stop when he was about to take the car key from his butler. "You want to spend your little fairytale time with her?" Hissing through his voice he gritted his teeth to speak something that humiliated Igor enough."Boss... I wanted to say that Eastern Region needs our presence today. I have already kept the file ready. Dan wants some confirmation of the shipment." Looking at Igor's facial expressions Dimitrios understood how badly he mocked his most capable man. Of course, he hated Igor's increasing soft corner towards Iris because she was his to mold or destr

"Igor, come to my room. You need to clean a mess." Dimitrios cut the call immediately after stating his need. He was watching the tiny figure lying there on the white rug with messy hair and a tear-stained face. It took five minutes for Igor to come jogging into his room with an anxious face. Till now nobody had dared to sneak into Dimitrios's bedroom. If he had called him for cleaning a mess then for sure he had killed somebody and the body was supposed to be disposed of. In such a high secured mansion no one can sneak in until an insider is helping the outsider. And if the person had already reached Dimitrios's bedroom, that means he was already familiar with the mansion. Or he was already living inside under disguise. But who? Igor couldn't decipher the meaning behind his sudden need to clean the mess. With enough questions in his mind, he knocked on his door and got an immediate response. The moment he stepped inside his blood

Iris One last look at Dimitrios made me think about how to kill that person. He was merciless and above all, he was a monster. I had never seen such toxic people who enjoyed watching someone in pain. He was ten years older than me but I was sure he had never learned how to be good with people. Closing my eyes and thinking about my father, I started running as fast as I could. He said my timing should be impressive and he didn't mention the threshold. For a moment I panicked but later I realized that I couldn't quit without trying. Just after the first round, I found myself out of breath because never in my life had I run so much. I might have played volleyball and badminton but never too seriously.  On the third lap, I realized that my feet were severely aching because of the shoes. It was not at all a running shoe and the insole was making it tough for me to run. It two seconds for me to make a decision. I glanced at Dimitrios and Igor. As soon as my eyes met D

Walking upstairs the first thing Dimitrios did was get rid of his suit jacket and tie. Rolling his sleeves up to elbow he walked inside his washroom to splash some water on his face to reduce the heat that utterly generated hearing the nonsense from Maria. Once he understood that a little of his temper came down he pushed the door open and came out of the room.  Walking with measured steps he reached the other end of the corridor and stood in front of Iris's room.  Twice he knocked on the door frame out of courtesy but heard no response. Frustrated with the result he pushed the door open to have a better look at the situation. The lights were dimmed inside the room but her silhouette was visible enough for him to understand. She was sprawled on the bed like dead fish and completely lost in her deep slumber.  "How much she could sleep?" He scoffed but later remembered his last conversation with Maria. She was having a high fever and the doctor w