Boring

Onora brought her head out of the full water inside the tub and groaned loudly, breathing a little bit faster than normal.

It was her first morning in her new place and she was looking forward to see how it was going to be.

"Gosh," she wiped the water off her face and moved her wet hair back; the hair dropped inside the water.

She sat there, staring around the big bathroom, wondering why and how someone would make a bathroom this big. Is it supposed to serve other purposes or just bathing?

"Lady Onora?" she heard Miranda's voice from the bedroom and she sighed.

"My lady?" she called again.

Onora said nothing and got out of the bathtub. She walked into the towel closet in the bathroom and picked one of the many towels there and the hair towel too before she finally left the bathroom.

"Good morning, my lady," Miranda bowed with a little smile.

"Can you call me Onora..."

"No," Miranda cut in almost immediately.

Onora stared at her blankly and said nothing.

"I see you're not the talking type," Miranda muttered.

Onora just sighed. She didn't even know if she wasn't a talker, or she was just not used to talking because she never had anyone to talk to after her parents' deaths.

Thinking: if she didn't go to school—no, she was homeschooled because her stepmom wouldn't send her to school and waste her money on someone she didn't like.

That was the reason why her level of education stopped at high school; her stepmom wouldn't continue homeschooling her. So she had to watch her sister go to school every day with pretty clothes, making lots of friends, partying, while she was always home, working to eat. No one to assure her if she had a bright future. The little string of hope was pulled when she got married to the man she hadn't seen till now.

As they were both standing there in total silence, the head maid came in with some bodyguards, each holding at least three to four bags which they all dropped on the floor before going out of the room again.

"Good morning, Lady Onora," the head maid bowed.

Onora stared at countless bags on the floor and looked up again.

"What are they?"

"Probably clothes, shoes, bags, underwear, make-up and everything you may need."

"I don't do make-up," Onora said.

"I'm sure you don't use bags either," the head maid said and Onora blinked.

"How... did you know that?"

The head maid just smiled.

"What's your name?" Onora asked.

"Everyone calls me Madam A, but my name is Agness."

Onora nodded.

Miranda chuckled and quickly covered her mouth.

"You can tell me if you want another person aside from Miranda..."

"I don't need anyone, but I'm okay with her," Onora answered.

Agness smiled and looked at Miranda.

"Let's work, first."

"Yes, ma'am."

Onora sat down on the bed and watched as more maids came in and they began unboxing everything, wondering how they guessed her sizes because the clothes and shoes all fit perfectly.

Then they arranged everything—the closet, shoes, bags, and everywhere else.

The bedroom was now looking like a bedroom indeed after many minutes.

THE VIPER CLAN

Hart is the leader of the most dangerous and ruthless clan in the entire country, but to the country maybe they own a large foreign company that sells huge commodities every day; that's why they are so rich. Well, that's a lie to deceive the country.

As the securities opened the car door for Madden and he stepped down in all his dark aura and heavy presence screaming power, he had his corporate wear on, the first four buttons of his shirt undone, leaving his sexy chest to be seen. One of his hands remained in his pocket, and his cold face couldn't overshadow how handsome he looked.

But everyone knows, behind that handsome face is the most deadly man alive. As everyone bows while he walks at the center like it's a runway, with the bodyguards following him, the only response Madden gave them was an eye roll.

Still, everybody's head remained bowed. At one side was Chelly waiting. She smiled and bowed for him before joining him to continue walking.

She's his best friend, and the only one who has access to him in the clan; not even his brothers or sisters are allowed to go close to him.

The bodyguards all stopped as soon as Chelly joined him and they watched just the two of them walking till they were out of sight.

“Your dad wants to see you,” Chelly said.

“Why?” Madden raised his brow.

“I don't know but I think it's private,” Chelly replied as she sat down.

“He knows he can pass any information to you,” Madden brought out a cocaine stick and a lighter.

“When is the next mission?” Madden suddenly asked.

“Maybe next month,” Chelly replied.

"What about Diego and his weak men?" he asked.

Diego is his rival—or the cartel rival.

"No traces of them yet. I'm sure they are probably scared of us," Chelly said.

“Stop acting like a cold egg. Let's celebrate about your bride,” Chelly added.

"That's boring," Madden rolled his eyes and Chelly glared. “You are boring.”