After recovering from his years-long amnesia, the former Mafia King vowed to get back his crown.
They played him. His second in command and the love of his life. He was a fool to believe them. He shouldn’t have ignored the signs. He shouldn’t have let drugs impair his abilities. Now the damage was done.
He now clearly remembered the night, his second in command had almost killed him.
After assuming him dead, he had thrown him into the sea, hoping the fishes would eat his body. But no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot overpower fate.
The man was rescued by the fishermen.
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Arabella GarciaClad in her plain white ankle-length dress, Arabella Garcia walked the quiet alley of the church. Her moistened eyes lit up when they found the familiar statue situated at the far end of the lane. She hastened her steps and halted before the statue. She kneeled down and tightly pressed her eyes closed, causing tears to squeeze out. She clasped her hands together and bowed her head in front of the holy cross. She started murmuring in her soft angelic voice."Father in heaven, I thank you for giving me such a beautiful life. I am grateful to you for all the blessings and kindness you showered on me. I ask you for just one more help. Please, make Ruby get well soon. I found her today outside my room all drenched in rain. She was stiff and barely breathing when I took her in. She hasn't opened her eyes since then.
A NIGHTMARE.That's how people describe him. There are three things he is notorious for; his vicious smirk, his cold malignant glare, and his barbarian nature. He is also very creative. He has created a thousand methods of killing someone in the most brutal manner without carving a single wound. His people likened him with Hades. The king of death. The ruler of the underworld. The title suits him, considering he indeed is the ruler, the formidable king of Spanish Mafia.On the other hand, he is also likened with Adonis for his attractive features. When not slaughtering his enemies, he is stealing the breath of women and dare I say some men with his exquisite looks. Possessing a height of 6'3, he is a man of muscles. His black hair that reaches up to his shoulder complements his green grey orbs and pronounced cheek
She nervously clutched at the strap of her bag as she dazedly stared at the huge mansion that stood proud and tall in front of her. She found the extravagance of the house daunting. She was so intimidated that for a minute, she considered turning tails. She just couldn't picture herself casually strolling through the corridors of this magnificent building."Excuse me, you need some help?" the guard approached her. He had been watching her for the last 10 minutes gawking at the mansion. Although it was nothing out of the ordinary, the mansion had distracted many. However, the guard was strictly instructed to question anyone and everyone who is seen around the mansion for safety purposes.Arabella didn't respond."Ma'am," the guard tried again, louder this time.
The mansion was already awake when she woke up at 8. She winced when she saw the time. Hastily, she climbed off the bed and rushed out towards Angela’s room. She was supposed to wake up Angela at 7 and help her with her morning ablution. She inwardly cursed herself for being so careless. It was her first day and she was already failing.She was used to waking up at 6 and helping the gardenertending to the garden back in the orphanage. She wondered if the old man missed him.Ara shoved the door to Angela’s room open and met with absolute silence. Angela was nowhere in the room. She called herbut no reply came, not that she had expected.Perhaps, she was already awake. She was so going to get fired on her first da
Shere, England Ara had not expected that she would get this close to Angela and others in such a short span of time. She was coming back to the mansion from her orphanage. Today was her day off so she had left for the orphanage the previous evening only. She was missing her former home immensely. The mansion was already asleep by the time she came back. It was 12.30 in the evening. She had gotten late tonight. Ara quietly got into the unilluminated mansion and padded towards her room. She sensed something off. The air of the mansion felt different, colder. Not giving it much thought, she went to her room.
“Ary, you are back,” Jenna beamed when she saw them coming in. She pulled Ary in for a hug. “Now come, have your dinner. I am sure you haven’t eaten anything all day,” In just a couple of months, Jenna had figured a lot about her. Mr. Robert, Ara, and Angela followed Jenna. “Umm..Where is he?” she asked cautiously as they entered the kitchen “He has gone out,” Jenna answered dismissively “You three sit down, I’ll bring the food,” Jenna or
“He wants you to leave….now,” Jenna revealed in a cheerlesstone.Ara’s eyes widened in shock.The news psyched her out. Panic wormed into her racing heart.“Now?” she asked. It was almost midnight. Where will she go at this hour of the night? Jenna shifted her gaze to the floor. This time, there was nothing they could do.“You can stay at a motel. Robert will drop you,” Jenna suggestedAra was too overwhelmed to pay attention to her. She had messed up big time. Mr. Serrano gave her a second chance and she ruined it in the most horrible way. She can’t lose this job.&
Mr. Serrano is a kind-hearted man. Despite his scary aura and evilbrandings on his body, he is a good man. Ara concluded in her mind. She had not expected him to forgive her this easily. She had assumed the worst of him by what Jenna had told her. The woman had labeledhim as selfish, insensitive, and whatnot. So Ara was expecting him to yell at her, kick her out of his room. But much to her surprise, he not only let her stay in his room but also gave her a chance to speak, and forgave her. She can't explain in words, how relieved she felt in that moment. It felt as if a giant boulder had been lifted off her non-existent breasts. However, she was still confused about his reaction when she started massaging his leg. Why did he react that way? Didn't he want her to massage hi