All Chapters of Dark Fate: A Narok Family Redemption : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

With Bloom sick, they couldn't sit for another painting session for the next few days. Sullivan hardly saw the painter except when she was taking care of Bloom. Even then, whenever she caught sight of him, she would scurry out and not return until she was sure he was gone.It didn't bother Sullivan much, but he was sure the general household now suspected something had happened between them. Ms. Reid had cast him several looks of disapproval over the past few days. He hadn't even gotten around to actually apologizing to the painter for his actions; he was lucky she didn't sue. Not that it would have affected him if she did.Sullivan sat in the car, staring at the house, specifically Bloom's window. He was sure the painter would be in there, reading a book out loud or just talking to Bloom. He was also sure that once he entered the room, she'd stand up with a gasp, fake an urgent errand, and leave.He picked up the gift bag beside him and alighted from the car. Entering the house, he fi

Sullivan slowly sipped his glass of white wine and smiled noncommittally at the balding, shrewd-eyed man who toasted him. He had been summoned to the Underground's headquarters to officially accept his title of commander. When he arrived, he found a small banquet already underway. Apparently, not only had they held a ceremony welcoming the Narok family as central members without informing him, but they also couldn’t be bothered to wait for his arrival before starting."Ha ha ha ha!" a big bearded man bellowed. He raised the wine glass, which appeared dwarfed between his thick fingers, and thumped Sullivan on the shoulder with his free hand. "It was about time you rose up the ranks. Your family has been more than deserving."Sullivan didn’t flinch, even as the hit threatened to knock him off his feet. He stepped out of reach and smiled at the older man. "Sir Mason, I can see you’re still in ship shape. I thought you were voyaging around the world. What brought you back this time?"Sir

The hidden security cameras around the house provided enough proof to have his maid taken away, kicking and screaming. She had tried to beg him, but Sullivan couldn't be bothered to keep the disobedient chit around. Usually, he would be searching for a new companion, but thinking about a certain painter, Sullivan couldn't bring himself to try. Besides, issues with the Underground weighed heavily on his mind.Sitting in his study, Sullivan considered what to do. The organization expected total obedience from its members, and Sullivan had to move soon. However, he loathed dragging Bloom into this. Still, he had to move his whole household to the island house soon. Perhaps he could stall Bloom’s move by having her stay with Mrs. Mario. Then, he could take a few maids and make a show of accepting his new home.He sighed and leaned back in his seat, swiveling from side to side, considering that Crimson was sure to ruin any such plans. The Underground might be fully aware of his desire to b

Bloom picked up her school bag and walked down the stairs. Another day to spend in that shoebox they called a school. Perhaps it was high time she asked her dad to push her up a few grades. If she had to watch her classmates stumble over simple arithmetic any longer, she might just bang her head against a wall. As she descended the last step, she noticed her dad and Esther standing together. Her heart raced—was her dumb daddy finally taking the initiative? She contemplated giving them space to talk, but her childish curiosity won, and she stealthily snuck over.Her dad rolled his eyes at something Esther said and replied, "For the umpteenth time, it's okay. I'm not angry, nor do I have a reason to be. Besides, I quite enjoyed myself last night."Bloom stifled a gasp and clamped her mouth shut. Her little face turned red. Last night? Did they…? She shook her head hard and scuttled off, not wanting to hear any more!Returning to the bottom of the stairs, she slowly walked toward the pai

He really was taking her home. She watched the familiar streets flash by. He hadn't said a word since she got in the car, and for that, she was grateful. Still, the silence suffocated her, bringing back memories her father had paid therapists to help her overcome.She silently hoped her secret guards were following her, even as she discreetly tapped the tiny button on her smartwatch that sent an emergency call to her dad. He would see the SOS call and come running back to save her immediately. The thought calmed her somewhat. She turned her neck ever so slightly, risking a glimpse at the red-haired man. She flinched when she saw the lifeless mask was facing her. He had been watching her the whole time.He stretched out his hand and patted her head. "You've grown up, little Bloom. When we last met, you were a sniveling brat, and now..." His gloved hand poked her cheek. "You don't even seem that afraid. Or have you gotten better at hiding your fear?"Cold sweat slicked her back, and bil