ログインArianna stood rooted to the ground uncertainty visible in her eyes purely out of fear of the unknown. What could possibly be the reason for this gathering? It looked like an intimate family dinner yet the roomed was filled with unfamiliar faces. Had her father given in to one of the witch's schemes?
Left with no other option she walked besides her endearing and loving mother who was smiling so sweetly that her stomach churned. The settings in the massive living was elaborate, tasteful even, it was obvious a certain someone went all out to impress the guests. It had to mean these guests were important and could not be offended. Most of them were elderly except for three or four youngsters like herself. She quickly introduced herself politely and asked to be excused, all eyes descended as she backed away quietly without drawing attention to herself, little did she know she was in for a surprise. Arianna hurriedly dressed up in a simple and chic black dress paired with silver jewelry and black sandals, style her hair up in a ponytail and simply applied a sleek lipstick over her lips, keeping it simple as she was clueless about whatever was going on downstairs. Clutching her phone tightly, she rushed back downstairs and sat on the furthest seat from her stepmother, she tendered her regards proper lady and started to dig in, even though she had dinner just a few hours ago. Just before she could swallow her second bite of savory meal she heard glass clinking so she looked up just as her father began making a toast. Uninterested she looked down to focus on her food but the words that came out from her father's mouth made a knot in her stomach. "Raise your glass and toast to the unification of our family, to love, partnership, fruitfulness and marriage. To the future of Hedge corporation and the Pearson's family" He said grinning ear to ear like a child in a candy store. She choked!!!!!!!!! Something is wrong!!!!!! Next thing she knew a young man in his twenties was handing her a glass of water looking concerned, without bothering to care she gripped the glass and gulped the water down like her life depended on it before asking in condescending manner "Who is getting married?" She had noticed a few seconds ago that her delightful half sister was absent which seemed unusual as mother and daughter were tied to the hip Her father turned red "Mind your tone young lady we have guests. Is this how you treat your in-laws? He chided like a doting father Turning his guests he simply said "Pardon the intrusion, my daughter is still very young and you know how youngsters can be " Laughter rang out immediately and then everyone continued eating like nothing happened. Bells began to ring in her head, the knots in her stomach tripled, her forehead creased and she began to feel faint. What in hell happened in the last twelve hours? The victorious look on her stepmother's face explained the scenerio but without deliberating further she stood up abruptly then uttered in a firm tone "I am not getting married!!!!" Her stepmother panicked immediately running to her side with feigned sentiments written all over her face Dear dear, don't be silly, your father and I are simply making arrangements for your future, don't gett involved " Her tone was laced with a warning. Her ears pecked, she was growing angrier by the second. It was simply a fluke, her true intentions was to sell her off, she knew it. " I will not let that happen" She screamed in her head but just as she began to negotiate her fate a strange yet soothing voice interrupted her. "Come here my child, you have no reason to worry, my grandson is very handsome gentleman, he's tall, kind and courteous. I realize that he is not verbally inclined but he is one of the good ones besides you are way too young to get married, you are still a child. You just have to get engaged right after your eighteenth birthday just so there will be no surprises, that's all, there is no rush" The elderly woman in their midst quickly assured. Hello Mrs Pearson I apologize for my outburst but you must be mistaken. I am not getting married to your grandson despite what my father must have said. It is nothing personal of course. I am only seventeen...." Mrs Pearson simply chuckled "No my dear, There's no need to be formal, call me Grandma like everyone does. I know this is sudden but we have your best interest at heart, don't be afraid my child, we are practically harmless. "I will not get married" Arianna uttered in a rush and silence ensued but before she could persist a thundering voice rang out What insolence!!!!! Who else if not her doting father-in-law "Is this how you treat us in your home? Belittled and embarrassed like peasants. How can this alliance work when you can not contain your household?. I demand that we call it off with immediate effect!!!!!" A man around his Fifties said with eloquence and aura that revealed his role in his family. Remain calm Mr Pearson, there is no cause for alarm, this alliance with proceed as planned, she's just a child uttering pure nonsense. I apologize on her behalf" Arianna's father responded with assurance evident in his tone. Before she could refute his claims a rather strong hand pulled her outside the room, the minute the door shut her expression changed exposing the witch before her basking in all her glory. "If I were you I would succumb to my fate, as there is no escape route. This is where your story as a young heiress ends, stop resisting rather accept it while you still can" Her stepmother advised with victory evident on her face. You're so evil!!!!!!!!!“I said bring two of them alive, didn’t I?” I snapped at Q, my voice cutting sharply through the thick, smoke-filled air. The aftermath of the operation still lingered around us—burnt metal, shattered glass across the floors, and the faint scent of blood mixing into something almost suffocating.“Well, that was the plan,” Q replied with a careless shrug, completely unfazed. “But I couldn’t help it when he barfed all over my gear. It’s quite expensive.”I groaned loudly, pressing my fingers against my temple as a dull headache began to form. Sometimes, Q was nearly impossible to deal with. Killing a man because he ruined a set of equipment was excessive—even by our standards.My ruthlessness belonged in the business world, where decisions were calculated and consequences controlled. But Q… Q was chaos in human form. Unpredictable. Detached. Dangerous in ways that couldn’t always be justified.Letting out a slow breath, I forced myself to move on. “What about the others?”“Their bodies
Aiden's Pov In exactly five minutes, we entered our base grounds—what was left of them. Debris littered the area like scattered bones, and burnt-out buildings stood as hollow shells of what had once been state-of-the-art military facilities. Now, they were nothing but ash and ruin, silent witnesses to a calculated destruction. What had taken me over a year to build had been reduced to dust in a single day. One day. And by an organization that was nearly invisible. It was as if their entire existence depended on secrecy. Before their recent attacks on my life and operations, they had moved like ghosts—silent, precise, and utterly untraceable. They erased their tracks faster than I ever thought possible, proving that their roots ran far deeper than anyone could have imagined. The screeching of tires snapped me out of my thoughts, dragging me back to the present. We had already passed through our hidden defenses. Which meant we had just driven straight into the line of f
Aiden’s POV It had only been a few days since I left her, yet she lingered in my mind like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. Every detail of her was etched into my thoughts—her delicate, pointy nose, her smooth, almost unreal fair skin, the way her jet-black hair framed her face, and most dangerously, her smile. That smile had a way of disarming me, of making a man like me forget the chaos that surrounded his life. Damn. She was driving me insane, and for the first time in a long while, I couldn’t even deny it. The past few days had been nothing short of torture. Distance wasn’t something I handled well, not when it came to her. Every mile between us felt like a deliberate punishment, and it pushed me harder than ever to complete the objective that had brought me here. I needed this done—quickly, efficiently—so I could return to her. Upon arrival, my team received me at the airport without delay. They escorted me straight to our base, despite the fact that it had already been compromi
Arianna’s POV I paced the hallway just outside my father’s office, more loudly than I realize, my unease growing rspidly. The familiar corridor felt strange—almost foreign—like a place I had once belonged to but no longer recognized. The dull, monotone colors that once defined my father’s workspace were gone. Now, bright colors splashed across the walls, furniture, and even the curtains. It felt… wrong.I wasn't being quick to judge, it was simply a fact, her dedication to bright colour was insatiable, always hungry like a vampire draining blood from its victims. This was definitely my stepmother's doing!!! I hadn’t been here in years, but this? Definitely not my father's office. It looked more like a daycare than the headquarters of a powerful enterprise. “Arghhhh, this woman!” I groaned under my breath, dragging a hand down my face in frustration. Without realizing it, I had begun speaking out loud. “Well… I guess I could try something,” I muttered, tapping my chin. “Take a
Arianna’s POV “Leave this house immediately before I throw you out myself!” My stepmother’s booming voice rang across the courtyard so loudly that the birds perched on the tree scattered into the sky. Strangely, her shouting barely affected me anymore. Instead of fear, it sounded like the irritating buzz of a a housefly in my ears—loud, persistent, yet meaningless. I folded my arms across my chest, standing as straight and composed as I could manage. “Why do you think you can throw me out of my father’s house?” I asked calmly, tilting my head slightly. “Are you drunk?” My words hung in the air like sparks waiting to ignite something explosive. Her eyes narrowed instantly. “Well,” I continued lazily, brushing imaginary dust off my polished nails, “I guess we are past the pretenses now… considering how bold you were sending those disgusting men after me.” The reaction was immediate. Her face drained of color so quickly it almost fascinated me. Fear flashed across her features
I spent the entire school day receiving stares and glares from almost every student. I suppose that made me somewhat famous.Chloe found it endlessly amusing. The same girls who had once taunted and bullied me now seemed almost frightened, probably because their precious boyfriends could not stop staring in my direction. They sat in their usual clusters of three, surrounded by their loyal minions, whispering and eyeing me bitterly. From the venom in their expressions, one would think they were plotting to disfigure my newly appreciated face.“Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Arianna Young. We are humbled by your presence today,” one of them, Hayley, finally said, not bothering to conceal her contempt.Annabel, the self-proclaimed queen and leader of the cheerleading team, rose gracefully to back her partner in crime. “I guess she forgot her place simply because she had one night of fame,” she added mockingly, folding her arms across her chest.I did not dignify them with a response.
The crowd was thrown into yet another round of shock, and at this point, it was becoming almost impossible to keep up with the rapidly unfolding chaos. What was meant to be a glamorous birthday celebration had spiraled into something far more scandalous, far more unforgettable. Keeping their mouths
The guests were thrown into another round of shock, their gasps rising through the shimmering hall like a sudden wave.This was the event of the century.A scandal wrapped in glittering chandeliers and designer gowns.By this time, Arianna’s stepmother’s face had turned an alarming shade of red, al
The slap shut the entire hall up.For a moment, the grand ballroom froze as if someone had sliced the air clean in half. Conversation died mid-sentence, champagne flutes hovered suspended in stunned hands, and even the overly dramatic orchestral music faltered into irrelevance. What was supposed to
Arianna looked at the expressions on their faces, disgusted by their actual expectations. The shock, the insult, the quiet outrage — it all blended into a single offensive smear she refused to ignore. Did they truly think she would simply be married off to any man bold enough to ask? That she was s







