ICE’S POV:
I'm on my way home from the Kyuden Empire which is the mafia organization I built with my hard work for so many years. This organization’s main headquarters is here but I also have many headquarters all over the world to enlarge my connections. I named my organization Kyuden because Kyuden or Kyūden means Palace in Japanese and Palace is our family name.
I built this organization when my parents died and I became orphaned. The good thing about this is that I still have my grandpa to care for me. Unfortunately, after mom and dad died, the organization they created collapsed so I just built something out of my skills. Building this organization takes time as I pour all my blood, sweat, and tears into it.
I was just 9 years old at that time and I could see how they killed my parents in front of my own eyes. They are shameless!
When mom and dad died, grandpa immediately brought me here to Korea. Since I came here, I've been training various martial arts, guns, knives, and whatnot like I don’t know the word exhaustion anymore. Among my peers, I am the kid who didn’t even experience making friends, playing with others, and even going to school.
Maybe I experience making friends and playing but with all the weapons I have, I studied but I am alone with a teacher who teaches me all sorts of things I need to know as well as about how to fight and defend myself.
When I turned college, grandpa decided to enroll me in a University. The difference is that it was an online class so I still didn’t experience interacting with various people, which is somehow a good thing since because of my identity, it is really hard to trust people.
I do those things because I want to get revenge for my parent's death and to do that, I need to fight them by building my organization and becoming strong, which I successfully achieved.
No one else has seen and knows who I am except my grandpa and a few of my trusted mafia reapers because I always hide my identity by wearing a mask and a hood to protect myself.
After so many years, the Kyuden Empire already became rank 1 in the mafia society. That’s where I started looking for the Bernards.
I just sighed when I remembered those things, all the hard work, and sufferings I had been through physically and emotionally. I immediately ride my black big bike and then drive it home. When I arrived at the mansion, the guards immediately opened the gate.
My house is so fully secured that no one can easily enter it because aside from having guards. It was also being run by electronic devices which can easily track outsiders within its perimeter.
I entered the mansion and parked my big bike in the garage. When I got down, I immediately remembered that granda didn’t visit me this past few months.
Well, he seldom comes since he is a busy man. He has an organization anyway and many businesses all over the world, that’s why. If my organization is called Kyuden Empire, this is known as Gungjeon Mafia. Gungjeon means Palace also but in another language.
As I entered, my subordinates immediately bowed to show their respects which I answered with a polite nod. I have so many maids but not just ordinary maids because they are my assassins. I have so many guards and butlers too but just like my maids, they are not ordinary also because they are my reapers.
"Hello, granddaughter." A voice immediately emerged as I entered the door. I immediately approached and put his hand on my forehead as a sign of being polite to him when I saw him sitting on the couch as I sat on the couch in front of him as well.
"What brought you here grandpa?" I asked him with a serious face.
I've always been like this since my parents died. I changed everything, habits, as well as dealing with other people. I became cold, serious, brutal, emotionless, and heartless to everyone, and I knew that he was already used to it.
Instead of answering, he smiled and beckoned me to go with him. “Let’s go to your office.” He mumbled and I just nodded my head silently.
When we entered my office, he immediately locked the door and took his mask away. He was just wearing a full-face mask and a black suit.
I also took off my mask as he sat at the chair across from me. I sat at my swivel chair and looked at him coldly.
"You need to go back to the Philippines." He uttered in a serious tone.
I narrowed my eyes on him. "Why all of a sudden? You know that I don't want to go back to that painful place again." I mumbled with no emotion written on my face.
"The Bernards are in the Philippines." He answered directly, which made me clench my fist together. Bernards, that family was full of trash. They are the people who took away the life of my parents and made me what I am today.
Now, they are in the Philippines again. Then, they will pay for everything they did for me and my family.
"When?" I asked. I need to destroy and kill them all like what they did to my parents.
"Tomorrow, at 10:00 in the morning. You also have to attend BERNARDS UNIVERSITY because that's where their son is studying and then when you get there you will be with Kiana and Jensen." He answered while saying a lot of reminders.
I frowned and loosen my clenched fists, "Why do I even have to include them?" I asked him coldly.
He smiled calmly, "You need them. They are my best mafia reapers in the Philippines and please, don't contradict me." He answered while his expression slowly became serious. I know that his decision is already final so I just nodded slowly.
"Okay grandpa, just be careful always." I reminded him which made him stand up and get near me. He smiled melancholy and kissed me on the cheeks.
After grandpa left, I immediately went to my room and took a shower. Then I got dressed and dried my hair. I lay on my bed and took my laptop to search for information about Bernards University.
Bernards University is a school for elites. All students here are mafia heiresses, reapers, assassins, and even gangsters.
Marlo Bernards and Yvonne Bernards are the owners of this school.
They have a son named Grayson Bernards, a mafia heiress of Bernards mafia organization. The principal of this school is Zia Mendez, the sister of Mrs. Yvonne Bernards.
More information and gossip were posted but I didn’t bother to look at it anymore. I turned off my laptop and lay down on the bed. I picked up my cell phone and called Kiana.
How did I get her number? Simply because I have my connections. About 1 more minute passed before he answered the call.
"Hello? Who is this?" She asked.
"This is me, Kia," I answered coldly.
I heard her gasping in the other line, "Oh my gosh! Good evening my lady. What can I do for you?" She asked again in a more polite tone.
"Enroll me in Bernards University," I answered her directly.
"Okay my lady, I will." She answered in a determined tone as I turned off the call and lay lazily on the bed while looking at the ceiling.
I smirk at what I was thinking now. I will surely kill them all but before that, I will torture them all first and let them feel the sufferings I had been through in the past up until now.
I am Ice Angel Lifer Heaven Palace, 19 years old. I am good at weapons, gadgets, martial arts, sports, and business. My mom is Ices Angela Vergara Palace and my dad is Life Haven Velez Palace.
They died because Bernards killed them. So, I'm always giving all my best just to succeed in my plans so I will kill whoever gets in the way.
I slowly closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep due to fatigue.
ICE’S POV:"Mommy!" I heard History's excited voice echoing through the house, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew he, along with his dad, Iciest, and his brother, Chronicles, were eagerly waiting for me and our little angel, Legend. With a fond shake of my head, I anticipated History's imminent arrival in the room that Iciest and I shared.I glanced at my 2-year-old daughter, her vibrant violet and green eyes meeting mine. She had inherited those striking eyes from me. Gently, I dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, carefully placing a delicate white flower tiara on her head before braiding her hair. It was a marvel to think about the journey that had led to this point—after everything that had transpired, the unexpected gift of another baby had caught Iciest and me by surprise. Recollecting a past conversation with my two older children about their desire for a third sibling once their parents reunited (which, unbeknownst to me at the time, referred to me and Iciest), I had decid
ICE’S POV:As my arms encircled him, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. It was clear that his façade was cracking and that the tough exterior he tried to project was giving way to the pain he held within. I gently turned him to face me, his tear-streaked face a testament to the battle raging inside him."It's going to be alright, brother," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. I held his gaze, willing him to believe my words. "Your sister will not leave you again." His eyes, usually so guarded, seemed to soften with a glimmer of hope as our connection deepened.Yet, as we stood there locked in our embrace, something shifted in Grayson. His defenses crumbled, and the floodgates he had erected against his feelings began to open. The sound of his sobs, raw and heartbreaking, reached my ears, and I felt a pang in my chest. This was his pain, his vulnerability laid bare, and I was honored that he chose to share it with me.Tears welled up in my
ICE’S POV:Guns were drawn, tension hung thick in the air, and it seemed like a standoff was about to erupt, but amidst the pointed weapons, only Zia and I stood without weapons, locked in a chilling gaze. With a wry smile, Zia's voice slithered forth, her words carrying a mocking tone: "Well, isn't this a cozy gathering? Traitors' offspring all grown up. What a delight."My response wasn't as amusing as hers. I fixed her with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why drag me, my brother, and those who matter to me into this? What's the point of involving us in the tangled mess our parents made that wasn’t our problems in the first place?"Zia's laughter rippled, a bitter melody in the midst of the charged atmosphere. She fired back, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to roll out the red carpet for you just because your parents are the culprits and it doesn’t include you?"I didn't grace her question with an immediate ans
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THIRD PERSON’S POV:The group wasted no time, moving with calculated precision. Zee sat hunched over a bank of monitors, fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code scrolled across screens along with Taylor.Arthur leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the surveillance feed showing the imposing structure of Zia's base across the street. Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them.Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter."Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises."Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working."Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtua
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