After a long minute of conversation, the door opened and the two men spat out of the guest room but the hot air of hostility never left them. The ladies waiting for them on the couch were slightly frowning, curious at what they are talking about. They can feel the tension heat up that didn't even subside. Sumire was playing on her fingers, worried sick of Mort. From the looks of her father she knew right away, he dislike the man.The men sauntered the place oozing power and authority. Chaise walked towards his wife, Lunaire while Mort standing taller was tailing him behind. Sumire was about to approach the hunk but stop when Chaise eyed her with a warning, indirectly saying something worst will happen if she go near Mort. The maiden felt her throat dry up, feet nails to the cold floor as the heavy tension between the two men intensified."Let's eat first-"Eiryss who had just come out from the kitchen carrying a tray of juice and cookies was stunned to see them gathered in the living r
The couple, Chaise and Lunaire were standing near Sumire and Mort while eyes darted at the computer. They all gathered in the living room and positioned at Leroy's back. Different programs and websites were opened, cracking algorithms to gain access to the system. With the young man's computer expertise and high technical skill, he wasted no time and began removing the articles about Sumire's accused crime from different sites and platforms while Narco and Lyric are having fun returning and reposting it in double. Alongside them was Victoria who paid them to stop Sumire's plans to take down all the issues she spread on the internet.'I fucking knew it! There's no way in hell am gonna allow that bitch had her chance to clear her name. So, I hired the best underground hackers in advance.' Victoria spitefully said inside her mind while looking at the two handsome hackers busy fiddling with their computers."You thought you could outsmart me this time, huh." Arms crossed on her chest, she
5 PM. Dawn rose from the eastern horizon and the sky is painted with orange and blue hues, teamed up with the golden rays of the emerging sun. It is a great morning to start everyone's day but not for Dieu. The cold morning breeze messed with his bedroom hair. He was wearing his bedroom robe and sipping a glass of champagne standing on the balcony, brows furrowed. He stays up all night awake waiting for Yakov to call him. Negative thoughts swirled in his head thinking Yakov conspire behind his back or maybe got killed.Without Yakov's help in getting rid of his older brother, his chances of succeeding the throne as the next Aslanov leader would be vague. His jealousy towards Mort was evident on his face after the woman he loved chose his brother over him is truly unacceptable.Irritated, Dieu dialed Yakov's number with lips pursed into a thin line. He heaves a deep, angry sigh when Yakov finally answered his call."What the fuck is going on?! Why didn't you'll come last night? You did
The dead and deafening silence flooded inside the room and only the beating of his heart can be heard. Like the shock of a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, shock is written all over Yakov's face, and stared at his father in disbelief. "Sister? I didn't know..." All his life, Yakov thought he was Lucian's only child. He fell into deep thoughts."A younger sister. Before your mommy and I broke up, I got her pregnant. I thought that when she found out that I was dead, she would take you or introduce you two to each other, so I assumed that she was with you now." Lucian explained making Yakov frown."Dad, why did you hide from me the fact that you are still alive? I can understand if you hide from others, especially from your enemies, but why from me?"Yakov swerves the subject. He felt his head wrapped with nonsense. Tons of questions swirling inside his mind to ask his father. He felt his tongue got cut off from daring to ask him and now he utters such unwitting and not t
"YEGOR."Eyes as cold as ice, Yelena looked at a Mafia Lord on her right side when he called her by her underground infamous name. Legs crossed beneath the table, she strictly raised an eyebrow at him. She is currently meeting with twelve Mafia Lords who are among the top fifteen powerful mafias in the Underground. As an heiress to the 2nd most powerful Mafia, the Odesseau clan, a mafia clan that seeks absolute power in the Underground, she is leading the meeting today. And as usual, Yelena didn't invite the Aslanovs who don't have an official successor yet. The Aslanov Clan is the center of their meeting today. 'I can't invite someone I have already planned to eliminate.' Yelena wickedly smiled in her mind."What's your deal right now?"Draco, a Mafia Lord, and ranked as the 3rd powerful figure in the Mafia world, asked in a serious tone. He was sitting on the opposite side of Yelena, with eyeglasses on and smoking in a pipe."Almost all the top fifteen Mafia Lords are present. So I
His face was twisted in nervous anticipation and his heart rapidly beat inside his chest as Dieu tried to contact Narco. Pushed hair back from his forehead, he tried several times calling him but the young man's number couldn't be reached. So is Lyric. Except for Leroy who answered his call right away."What is it?" Brows slightly knitted, Leroy asked in a gruff tone when he realized Dieu was on the other line. Leroy was expecting a call from Narco and Lyric but none of them did. He has been trying to contact them, but his call quickly beeps ends when reaching out to their phone. He even called them on their other numbers and tried on other lines but no one answered. 'Something doesn't feel right.' said Leroy in his mind, feeling uneasiness as he waited for Dieu's answer to his question."Where's Narco?" Dieu directly asked. He keep his eyes locked on the men below the building as his head pounded in tension. Leroy frowned."This is the first time you've looked for your nephew with m
Letting out those five words to his older brother, he immediately hung up the phone. The young man didn't wait for Mort to answer him. He doesn't want to hear what his older brother has to say anymore. He's in desperate need of help. With his hopeless situation, Dieu thought escaping is futile. No matter where he looked outside the condo or at the bottom of the building, the number of the Mafia Lord's black cars increased by double. They look like a swarm of raven flocks in the same place. An omen that someone is about to meet his demise."What are they here for?" Dieu asked. He still has no idea why this is happening now. Even if he wanted to ask Mort for help, his pride wouldn't let him ask for it. Knowing his grandfather Don Zagreus, wouldn't lend a hand to get him out of this situation as well. Dieu called his men but none of them answered him which is quite odd. It was very unusual for them not to answer his calls. Don't know what to do, Dieu walked back to the sofa, and wait for
At 9 o'clock in the evening, Dieu wasn't able to come home. His parents didn't wait for him in the dining hall except for Mischa and their Grandpa who just sat quietly at the long table. The Headmistress and Head Butler of the family stood behind them. Mischa was sitting on the left side of her grandfather, anxious while waiting for her brother's call. She called him several times but the young man did not answer her calls. Her hands were frosty cold and her skin slowly turned pale as the wave of nervousness struck her. She is damn worried sick for her brother. She was restless in her seat. The dark and ominous presence of his grandfather added to her worrisome. The cold atmosphere his grandfather emanate crept into her veins. Don Zagreus' dark expression is evident on his face.'I fucking knew it.' Eyebrows slightly knitted, Mischa curses inside her mind. 'He's acting weird earlier and I just ignored it. Damn it. I hope nothing bad happened to him today and he can go home tonight. I d