All Chapters of Dark Fate: A Narok Family Redemption : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

When Bloom woke up from her siesta, she noticed the room was empty. She rubbed her groggy eyes and got down from the bed. When did Esther leave? Bloom walked towards a big teddy bear in the corner of the room. She tapped its red nose, and the teddy's eyes glowed before a projection was sent to a small white screen across it. Using her remote, she fast forwarded the security footage.Her eyes widened a little in happiness when she saw her father walk in. Her glee barely lasted five seconds when she saw him kick Esther out. She frowned in annoyance. This man will be the death of her! At this rate, even if she stretched the painting period to a year, he would still end up single.Slowly pushing them together and allowing their feelings to naturally blossom was a stupid plan! The best way to make two people fall in love is to trick them into it, and the best person to start with is her old man.She turned off the teddy bear projector and entered the bathroom. After washing up, she met wit

Bloom pulled Esther up the stairs and into a luxurious room. She let go of Esther’s hand and wrote on her pad, “This is my granny's room.”Esther's eyes widened, and she stepped back towards the door. “I don't think it's right to bring me here.”Bloom shook her head and wrote on her pad again, “It’s okay, she's hardly ever here.”Esther felt uncomfortable as she looked into the room. It had dark purple furnishings: dark purple velvet drapes adorned the tall, arched windows; a large four-poster bed complete with a canopy of the same rich purple fabric; and the floor was covered in plush deep purple carpet. The dark mahogany dresser and armoire added to the opulence of the room. Despite what Bloom said, the room didn't look like it was rarely occupied.Bloom tossed her pad on the couch in the corner and pulled a reluctant Esther towards the dresser. Just then, the door opened, and about four women sashayed in. They wore bright makeup and stylish dresses, also carrying several bags. Esth

Sullivan woke up to a buzzing by his ear. He slowly opened his eyes then shut them as the bright morning light assaulted his vision. He stretched his hand toward the infernal sound and picked up his phone.Picking up the call, he growled, "You better have a good reason for calling this bloody early, Vito."Vito's bored voice replied, "It's 11:36 a.m., and you have a meeting in twenty-four minutes."Sullivan rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Move it to tomorrow.""I'm afraid that is not possible. The partners called, and they are on their way."Sullivan opened one bleary eye. "Fine, I'm sure you can delay the darn meeting for thirty minutes. I'll be there."The call disconnected almost immediately.Sullivan tossed the phone away and lay back down. There was a small knock, and his room door was pushed open. A maid walked in with a tray of food. Sullivan looked up to see who it was."Phoebe," he called. "Is the young miss ready for school?"Phoebe shrugged as she dropped the tray. She tugged

After the meal, a few slices of cake were served. Sullivan raised a brow at this. He had not planned to stay for dessert. He glanced in the direction of the kitchen before taking out Bloom's crumpled paper from his pocket. It was a listed itinerary for the date. Looking at the activities, Sullivan briefly wondered where Bloom had gotten all this information.It included such things as opening the door and pulling out chairs for the painter, as well as complimenting her outfit. Was he going on a date or playing as a servant? He crumpled the paper and tossed it on the table. He had done none of those things and he didn't plan to."Are you finished?" he asked. The painter, who was about to bite into her tiramisu, paused and blinked at him."If you're done, we should leave. It's getting late."She paused and dropped the fork.But before she could stand up, a shadow hovered over the table. Vincent grinned down at them."Is the cake not to your liking, madame?"She immediately shook her head

Bloom sighed just as the bell rang for lunch. She stood up and ignored the kids who tried once again to talk to her. She had no patience for the snot-nosed brats. She walked out of the classroom, and as usual, one of her father's men waited with a decorated pink lunchbox. Looking at the bright pink box made her cringe. She really was overdoing this whole pink and cute thing.She looked up at the man. "Switch the lunchbox whenever you leave home."The man nodded. His stony expression made the passing students shake in fear. Bloom dismissed him with a wave and walked back to class. She preferred eating alone rather than in the noisy cafeteria.She got close to the class when she heard childish voices laughing. Entering, she saw two boys surrounding a small, thin boy. He was huddled up on the ground. His uniform had been roughed up, and clear footprints stained the white shirt. She ignored the trio and made her way to her seat.The two bullies turned to her. Seeing that she paid them no