All Chapters of Slave of Desires: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Third Person’s POVIan Grim and Jake Dawson got taken in by the cops. They're going to look into the case, and Mikhail came through with the evidence they needed. The meeting to transfer the shares got postponed.Sebastian got a heads up to grab his motorbike that he left outside illegally, and Vernon had to sort out the mess at the school.Now, it's just Lanceil and Agatha left.They're strolling outside the building, right in the middle of the street. Agatha's keeping her head down as they walk in silence. Then Lanceil speaks up."I'm sorry."...They stop walking, but Agatha can't bring herself to look up."For not knowing everything from the start."Agatha stays silent. Her hands are shaking, no matter how hard she tries to calm down. Maybe her anger hasn't faded yet. She was furious the moment she laid eyes on the people who took her father's life and tried to harm her. She couldn't forgive them. Never.Lanceil notices her trembling hand. He wants to reach out and hold it, to off

Third Person’s POVAfter providing the evidence to the police and seeing his father and Ian Grim arrested, Mikhail returned to the company with a glimmer of hope. He longed to see Agatha safe and sound, and although he still carried guilt, he felt a sense of relief knowing that he could finally explain himself to her.The truth had been revealed, and Mikhail was determined to be honest from now on. No more lies, no more excuses. He wanted to stand proudly in front of Agatha and apologize for his past mistakes.Deep down, he knew that they couldn't be together again, and he mourned that fact. However, he found solace in the idea that he could finally look into her eyes, something he had avoided for far too long.Mikhail couldn't make any promises about eradicating his feelings for her and moving on. That would be an incredibly difficult task, akin to finding a fallen earring in the depths of the sea. He wouldn't dive in and get drowned, but instead, he would embrace his shortcomings an

Years ago…Brett was buried in paperwork at his desk when he received a text from his step sister. He glanced at his phone and saw Olive’s message.[“Brother. I’m scared.”]He furrowed his brows as he picked up his phone and replied.[“Why? Are you seriously scared of ghosts now?”]Olive responded immediately. [“I think I saw something I shouldn’t have. Brother, I’m scared. Can you come pick me up?”]Brett couldn't understand why his married sister was asking him to take her home.“What kind of joke is this?” he thought. “I can't believe she's still reaching out to me after getting married.”Brett had always harbored secret feelings for his step sister. It was natural given that they weren't blood-related. But when Olive married Lanceil, Brett knew he had to let go of those feelings and keep his distance from her.That’s why he made himself busy in work.After a long time, Olive sent him a weird text message.[“I will only finish some paperwork.”] Brett replied. [“Then I will pick you

Third Person’s POVMaxine's body was drenched in a cold sweat as she stared at the empty doorway. She struggled to catch her breath, feeling a sharp pain in her lungs with every inhale.With great effort, she slid her arms underneath her and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. A defeated cry escaped her lips and hung in the air."Ahhhh~"Blood trickled down her face from the wound on her forehead, staining her chin and the ground below. Tears mixed with traces of blood streamed down her face as she slowly stood up.Her head spun, and it felt as if there was an invisible force pulling her down, stronger than the Earth's gravity. But she knew it was only her experiencing this sensation. She was the one tormented by unbearable pain.Maxine had been stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Fresh blood gushed from the wound as she struggled to stand, pressing her hand against it, feeling powerless.Maxine gazed down at the man lying on the ground, his mouth agape.It was Mike, her part

Third Person’s POVInside the ambulance, a sense of claustrophobia always lingers. The confined space is filled with activity, from the paramedics tending to Maxine's wound to the police officer urgently demanding that she survive.Despite the chaos around her, Maxine remains calm, feeling the chill of the ambulance seeping into her body. As time ticks by, the pain in her wound subsides, leaving her with goosebumps and a pallid complexion. Her eyes grow heavy, her breaths shallow, amidst the cacophony of urgent voices.“It is Code 3. Code 3!”A life threatening emergency code 3, her faint vital signs and sirens rang on her ears.‘Ahhhh, I am going to die,’ Maxine realized, and by the time she did, she could not stop the grin spread on her bloody lips.They say time is like a tissue. With every minute that passes before treatment, more body parts that should be pink will turn white or blue, and white or blue equals to dead. Maxine could feel that in any moment she can be at Code 4, the