All Chapters of Masked curse: Forbidden Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mr Miller and Darkie with some of the Black Mamba Members walked out of a private jet in a private airport in California. The jet belonged to Mr Miller. Forty minutes ago, he had informed his pilots and flight attendants that he would be paying a visit to California and now they've arrived. They all looked magnificent and out of the world powerful in their black attires. Mr Miller was wearing a very expensive black suit and tie and shiny black polished shoes that screamed business. Darkie, who was in his right side, was dressed in a simple black jacket and jeans with dark sunglasses and a suitcase in his hands. The other guys including Mr Miller's bodyguards were wearing less intimidating suits and had serious expressions on their faces. They had four black Rolls Royce bulletproof cars waiting for them at the Airport. Mr Miller entered the second one with Darkie and a professional driver who was a member of the black Mambas. Mr Miller was staring at his watch like he was visuali

Alvin and Nora were in a small restaurant near North Hollywood. They were seated across each other and were chewing silently at the food on the table. They arrived here about twenty minutes ago. The restaurant was mostly visited by the middle class people who just wanted a peaceful and quiet place to eat and rest. It had no more than ten table setups with air conditioning and beautiful rainbow decorations. The table setups were not all filled since it was still afternoon. There were six free tables since the remaining four were being used by the current customers. Alvin had insisted that they came here after Mr Lyam drove him and Nora to his house to take her stuff and he practically forced her to let him drive her home. They had been on the road leading to Nora's house when suddenly Alvin took a sharp bend and ended up driving them to the Rainbow restaurant. Alvin ate a little and mostly watched Nora eat. She wasn't wearing the damn Pajamas again, of course. Instead, she was w

Mr Miller and every member of the Black Mamba family who came with him to California flew back to Los Angeles that same day. They took Raven's mother along with them, of course. One of the guys was told to follow her from behind since Mr Miller said it wasn't right to tie her—at least not yet. They entered a new set of Cadillac bulletproof cars waiting for them at the Los Angeles airport and drove to the far end of the city where Mr Miller had a hidden mini-mansion. The few people who knew some of his properties didn't know he had any in this part of Los Angeles—not even Alvin. Darkie ordered the guards to take Raven's mother to a room in the boysquaters which had a small chair and tiny window for air. They treated her with respect as ordered by their boss and they gave her a tray of bottled water and snacks to eat immediately she was put in the room. “You're wasting your time! Just let me go. I would never call my son under false pretence and even if I do he wouldn't come ho—”

Catherine was flustered and confused. It had been four days since Nora left the house and she had not heard a single word from her till this current moment. She had since left the private hospital David had put her in and come home. They didn't say anything much about what happened. Catherine didn't regret it a little bit as long as she remembered she was doing it for a bigger purpose. “Many actresses use their body before they can get into the industry. I won't be the first.“ Those were the words she said to herself when David dropped her later in the house that day. She had expected to find Nora outside or in the sitting-room or possibly even in her room. But she had ransacked the house and found out it was empty. Then she sat down on the sitting-room chair and decided that Nora must have moved-out without telling her—more possibly because they had been on ill-terms before she left. But now, the more Catherine thought of it, the more stupid she realised it was. There was no

Alvin returned from the bathroom ten minutes after he stepped in. He walked into the room, shirtless and sexy like a naked temptation. Nora had to stop herself from licking her lips as he walked in the room and went to take a towel near the wardrobe at the end. She watched him in silence as he dressed. He was wearing the cloth he had been wearing before going to the bathroom but he suddenly flung them in anger. “What's wrong?“ Nora quietly asked. “I can't wear these again,” he answered, almost painfully inaudible. “Why?“ “You know why. It's drenched in sweat from running.“ Nora nodded, like she could really understand his reason. “What do you plan to do, then? Stay shirtless?“ “I would—” “You could check the wardrobe. Might be lucky to find a robe in there from the room's last user.“ “That is impossible,” Alvin stubbornly replied, grunting like a spoiled kid. “This is North Hollywood. There aren't that many rich people here to lodge and forget their clothes in executive s