LOGINShe instantly shot her gaze down, her pulse leaping.
“Today is Sera’s quiz competition,” Hannah excitedly told her mother. Ara gave Sera a look of approval.
“That’s really nice. I am sure you’ll do amazing,” Ara reassured her with a smile. Ginger rolled her eyes.
“Who is attending? Franklin?” Ara asked nonchalantly. Sera’s smile wavered at the question.
“Umm….Dad has some work so he won’t be able to make it,” Sera replied, struggling to ignore someone’s intrusive stare.
Realization dawned on Ara.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Ara told her, feeling a pang of pity for the girl.
“No, it’s okay. He said he had an important meeting today. I don’t want him to cancel his meeting for me. What if I lose the competition? That would be so embarrassing,” she replied, covering her nervousness with a fake smile.
“I am sure he wouldn’t care. We parents only want our kids to grow through both success and failures,” Ara told her. After saying that, she excused herself to attend a call from Killian.
“If you somehow manage to win, will you treat us?” asked Ginger, a sly glint in her eyes. Sera nodded, unaware of her true intentions.
Gigi mocked, “How about Harvest Moon?”
Sera was dumbfounded. Harvest Moon was one of the most expensive hotels in their state.
“And why would she take you? You haven’t done anything to help her in the competition,” Hannah countered, her eyes narrowed at her older sister.
“Well…. Sharing happiness makes it grow,” Ginger argued with a shrug.
“I..I wish could take you there. But I don’t have enough money,” Sera explained innocently. A hopeful smile trembled on her lips as she continued, “but I can take you to Midnight Diner. Their food is delicious and affordable too.”
“I would rather starve myself than set foot in your cheap restaurant,” Ginger snubbed, her voice laced with loud disdain. Sera’s face fell while Nate observed her quietly.
“You’re already starving yourself,” Hannah pointed out in a murmur. Ginger, comfortably perched at her high horse, missed the taunt.
Ara returned.
Hannah pinched the bracelet around Sera’s wrist and showed it to her mother.
“Mamma, Isn’t it beautiful? Will you also give me one like this?” Hannah asked. It was a bracelet made of colorful beads.
“It’s indeed beautiful. Where did you get it from?” Ara asked, noting the vibrant colors. Hannah giggled.
“She got it from her childhood best friend…..” Hannah gave Sera a mischievous grin and continued, ”A very, very special friend.” Sera instantly turned red, unable to hide her blush. Ara smiled but didn’t dig further.
“He gifted her this before moving to another city with his family,” Hannah added further.
The unmistakable clicks of heels echoed in the air just then, everyone turned to see Gloria approaching, except for one person. Standing at 5’9”, Clad in crop top and mini-skirt, Gloria was nothing short of a Goddess just like Ginger.
“Good Morning, Mrs. Serrano,” Gloria chirped, taking off her shades and revealing her stunning amber eyes.
“Good Morning, Gloria. Come, have breakfast with us,” Ara invited Gloria with just as much warmth as she had invited Sera.
“Thank you, Mrs. Serrano. You’re too kind but I’ve already had my breakfast,” she answered, her tone polite and composed. Gloria’s eyes swept over everyone, resting briefly on Sera. Sera lowered her gaze. With the huge distance between them, no one could tell they were cousins. Gloria had always viewed her with disdain.
“Hi, Nate,” Gloria greeted, checking him out. Her eyes now sparkling with admiration and interest.
“Hi,” Nate responded, his tone tinged with irritation. Sera stiffened.
“I am done,” Ginger chirped before rising to her feet. She left with Gloria. Whereas Ara went inside the kitchen, Hannah raced upstairs to retrieve her school bag, leaving Nate and Sera alone in the hall. Consciously avoiding eye contact with him, Sera quickly leaped to her feet. Her instincts were hinting at the looming danger.
Quickly, slinging the bag over her shoulder, she fast-marched towards the door.
“Stop,” his command cut through the air, causing her stomach to churn with cold dread.
She froze, unable to do anything but obey. Her heartbeat skyrocketed with every footstep he took to close the distance between them. She inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his musky odor first before he came into view. Her trembling eyes locked onto his black shirt which clung to him, accentuating that taut muscle beneath. The first two buttons were open, revealing the silver cross resting against his chest.
Her soul almost left her body as he pushed closer, his towering built loomed over her small frame like a death angel. She moved to retreat but Nathan caught her wrist, forcing her to stand close. His fingers squeezed her wrist, eliciting a whimper from her dry throat.
“Who gave you this?” he demanded, painfully gripping the bracelet.
“A..a friend,” she mewled, her gaze stayed on his chest.
“Girl or a boy?” Nathan pressed, the underlying threat in his voice unmistakable. Sera swallowed hard, caught between the instinct to lie and the fear of the consequences.
“A..a boy,” she answered, her voice trembling with fear. Her brimming eyes shot up to his as she felt a tug on her bracelet.
“Please, it’s..it’s my lucky charm,” she pleaded, her voice breaking with desperation. His jaw wounded tight but, surprisingly enough, he released. Sera felt her chest tightening at his unexpected act. Casting a lethal glance at her bracelet, he stormed off.
"So you liked him?" Killian questioned, a hint of surprise in his voice. Their daughter had finally shown interest in a guy. Ara was just as taken aback, if not more. "Yeah. I mean, he was nice. Every inch a gentleman," Gigi gushed overly, assured that the rejection would come from the other side. She wouldn't be the villain this time; he would be. Killian and Ara shared a glance. "So you're saying...You can marry him?" Ara asked, still in disbelief. "I don't think he will, though," Gigi replied, dodging her question. "He didn't seem very interested," she added. "Could be Carlos forced him to the meeting," Killian murmured, eyes locked with Ara. Ara nodded. Killian then shifted his gaze to Gigi. "If he isn't interested, then there is no point pushing it," he stated. Inside, Gigi was practically dancing with joy, though outwardly she kept a somber expression."Seems like my fate. I finally liked someone, and he is not interested," she sighed as if disappointed, and then met her mo
Nate walked into the dark room. "Princess," he called softly to her silhouette in the bed. A pillow flew at his face in reply, smacking him before dropping to the floor."Go away," she snapped, words brittle with anger and hurt. Nate exhaled a sigh, bent, and picked up the pillow. "I didn't mean to hurt you, princess," he said sincerely as he approached her. "One more step and I swear, I'll hit you with the vase," Sera warned him. "Straight to domestic violence now?" he teased, moving closer. "I guess I can take a few hits..... but don't let anyone outside know. My reputation will never recover if they did." Sera pursed her lips, fighting the urge to smile at his stupid remark. She refused to melt that easily and reminded herself, firmly, why she was angry with him in the first place."Leave or I am leaving," she said, her tone cold and clipped. "Nobody's leaving. We are going to talk," he asserted gently. At that, Sera rose to her feet and headed for the door. But Nate caught
Blood dripped down his hands in thick streams as he washed them, the water turning crimson before swirling down the drain. Somewhere along the way, because his focus had shifted to his wife, a few stupid fuckers had decided he was no longer watching. That loving her had dulled his edge. That they could cheat him and walk away breathing.He had softened, yes, but only for his woman. For the rest of the world, he was still the same callous mafia lord who knew no mercy. "You didn't have to come. I would have taken care of it," Dave said as he watched him washing his hands. "You could have," Nate said evenly. "But they had crossed me. And when that happens.... the world needs to witness the consequences." He had set an example so gruesome it would haunt his enemies until their final breath. After taking a quick shower in his office, as Sera’s sense of smell had grown remarkably strong since her pregnancy, he finally set out for home. On his way home, he stopped by a floral shop and bou
Gigi reached the restaurant in about twenty minutes. But instead of heading inside, she stayed in her car and dug through her bag for every makeup product she needed for her makeover. And because those mafia lords always seemed to love a woman with color, she pulled out a multicolored wig and slipped it on. After that, she caked her face with a foundation two shades lighter. Bright green eyeshadow smeared messily across her lids so he would see her as a green flag, obviously. A furious red blush dominated her cheeks, the kind of shade that screamed "bold and sexy." Her purple eyeliner was uneven to make her stand out amongst the crowd. For the finishing touch, she chose a deep black lipstick to assert her dark, feminine energy. Her gaze lifted to the mirror, and when she caught sight of herself, she smirked. "Perfect." And lastly, she threw a neon t-shirt over and ditched her denims for a pair of blinding orange pants. Before getting out, she decided to check if he had already reach
Shaun took the others out to explore the city, while Sera stayed back. She doubted she could manage a long ride. The mere thought of sitting for too long in the car made her stomach queasy. It was best she stayed home. But now that everyone was out, a silence had settled over the place. The house was so lively and buzzing just a few hours ago. The weather was especially pleasant today, stirring an urge in her to paint. She grabbed her stuff, went to the balcony, and began to paint. The orange streaks melting into the blue of the sky, a swarm of birds heading towards the horizon, while the sun sank gently behind the giant oak tree. Rosy lay cozily at her feet as she swept her brush across the blank canvas, enlivening it with color. Most of her life had unfolded in shades of monochrome, yet she had always adored colors. On canvas or in life, it was the hues that gave everything its soul. "How do you like it, Rosy?" she asked, mid-stroke. Rosy lifted her head, uttered a soft meow, and
"For the longest time, I believed he was the devil who visited me in the night," Ara told Sera, her lips curved into a gentle smile. Those days. She was way too stupid to catch his interest. And yet she did. "Really!" Sera said, a laughter bubbling up her throat. This was easily the funniest story she had ever heard. "And he never corrected you?" she said, her voice still trembling with laughter."Why would he? He was having way too much fun with it," Ara mock accused, rolling her eyes. "Who was having fun with what?" Gigi interrupted as she plopped down on the couch next to her mother."I was telling her about the devil story," Ara told Gigi. Gigi grinned. They all had heard about it from Aunt Jenna. "She literally recited chants to shoo him off," Gigi revealed further. Sera couldn't contain her laughter. "Yep. That's my mom," she added, amused. "I am sorry. But......You had quite a vivid imagination," Sera remarked, not able to stop laughing. Just then, Killian walked in, and







