Paisley tried to get out of her hold, but Tatiana was stronger than she imagined. She felt a taste. Salty. Urine! She struggled more, only to have Tatiana push her head further.Tatiana pulled out her head, her grip on Paisley's hair still hard and firm, like she was going to pull it out of her scalp."Let me give you a warning, bitch. The next time you cross paths with me, mind the way you use your words. Talk shit about my boy again, and I swear you'll experience a fate crueler than death," Tatiana warned, her tone icy. She dipped Paisley's head briefly into the toilet again before releasing her.Stepping out, Tatiana composed herself and returned to her calm and charming aura. As she walked through the hall, she felt the curious gazes of the onlookers and cared less about it.Paisley splashed the running water on her face, scrubbing it intensively. She could still taste, smell, and feel the urine. How dare Tatiana?! Does she think this was years ago? Does she even know what she had
"That, I can't tell," Nathan mumbled, and Paisley's eyes widened."But you told me you haven't touched her since two years before the wedding!" Paisley yelled."Why are you so riled up?" Nathan raised a brow."You lied?! Is that child yours?! It can't be! Tatiana can't have your child; she can't!" Paisley yelled."Go freshen up; I'm hungry." Nathan stood and made to leave, but Paisley quickly held him."It's not your child, Nathan. Please tell me the child is not yours," Paisley pleaded, and Nathan shot a glare at her."Can you stop overreacting? We are done with this conversation," he said coldly, shrugging her hand off.Paisley shook her head. "It can't be. Nathan doesn't have another child outside. I'm the only one who bore her child. I'm the only one." She quickly took her phone to make some calls.Nathan stepped into his study room, his gaze swirling with an unknown emotion. He pulled out his phone and called his assistant."Hello, boss," his assistant answered immediately."Find
The room fell silent. Cassius didn't flinch or act as if they had exited. Instead, he waited for them to leave, but they didn’t. Why did they have to ruin the moment?Tatiana finally came to her senses and pushed him away from herself. He let her, taking a step backward.An awkward smile appeared on Tatiana's face as her eyes darted from the three figures."I... it's not what you think... umm, we were not doing anything," Tatiana stuttered badly.This was the first time Catelyn had seen Tatiana lost for words. Tatiana had always been a straightforward, courageous woman. So who was the man beside him? Her eyes narrowed, seeing the striking resemblance to Dylan in the man."Mr. King," Jolene struggled to breathe. Catelyn got her answer. Dylan's father?Cassius simply tucked both of his hands into his pockets, waiting for any of them to break the silence. The atmosphere was tense, but he cared less."Auntie, you wanted to prepare coffee. I think Mr. King would like to have some," Tatiana
The next day, Tatiana decided to visit King’s company. Catelyn was right; the earlier, the better."Paisley is not only a bitch to herself and everyone, but she is also a bitch to her own son. How could she get into her little boy's head just because of her selfish self..." Jolene wouldn't stop talking after hearing Dylan's words from Tatiana. "Maybe we should change his school. If Paisley knows about Dylan, then the bastard Nathan knows about him too."Tatiana sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I knew I shouldn't have come to this country, but I don't have a choice. That's why I need to tell him soon.""He'll probably be a little mad, but I think he'll be cool. Mr. King is cold but not to you, I guess.""He said I'll face the consequences. Of what exactly? I didn’t steal anything from him.""You stole his heart," Jolene teased."I'll cut your tongue," Tatiana warned, and Jolene chuckled. Tatiana's phone buzzed, and she quickly pulled it out, thinking it was Cassius, but it was
Tatiana was led into the large hall filled with exquisite people clad in their unique attire. Their chatter filled the air, making the atmosphere lively."Idol," Hudson rushed to her, worries filling his gaze. "Are you alright?" he asked calmly. His black, alluring suit matched the cheerful aura around him."Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to Mr. King," Tatiana responded, her heart still racing a bit from the harsh encounter outside. What if he hadn't saved her? That would have been a mess."I'm glad to hear that. I'm so sorry about it. I'll find out who did that," Hudson assured, and she nodded."Thanks, Mr. Hudson.""Hudson, just call me Hudson. I'll take you to Cassius," he said and led her away from the crowd.Indigo, who was busy discussing with some of her friends, saw this and furrowed her brow. Tatiana was here again, and Hudson was leading her to Cassius. What was her deal?Hudson led Tatiana up to a large, not-so-dark room. There, Cassius stood with one of his hands tucked in his poc
"Wow! King of cards indeed," some of the men around the table cheered.Mason's nose flared up in anger. He took Maya by her hand, dragging her to a corner."You did that on purpose, didn't you? You made me lose," he growled, holding her wrist tightly."Let go of me!" Maya winced. "I'm not a gambler, and I can't keep doing this," she sobbed. Before Mason could reply, a familiar, deep, rich voice sounded behind them."Is everything alright, Mr. Mason?"They both turned to see the man they had lost their money to. Maya was relieved he was here; she should ask for his help since she knew her husband was going to abuse her again."It's nothing. I'm just talking to my wife," Mason replied curtly, his grip on Maya's wrist tightening."How about we play another game?" the man politely suggested."What?""May I have your wife tonight? I'll pay you 10 billion dollars and also spread the word that you won me in a card game," the well-dressed man proposed.Maya wanted to retaliate, but her husban
"I was betrothed to Mason Jones ever since high school by my father, who saw my life as a means to build his empire. Despite being bound to Mason, I loved him deeply. When I turned twenty, we got married.At first, he seemed like the perfect husband, fulfilling his responsibilities flawlessly. He was the best man I could have wished for. But after two years, everything changed. It started with him hitting me in the face after I yelled at him. He begged for forgiveness, claiming it was a mistake. However, he continued to hurt me repeatedly.On the fateful day I discovered I was pregnant, I was overjoyed to share the news with him. But when I confronted him about his gambling addiction and tried to intervene, he retaliated by hitting me again. That night, he didn't stop until I was bleeding...I lost my first child, and he showed no remorse. He nearly lost everything—his bank was on the verge of bankruptcy, which affected his company. But he never stopped gambling away all he had. When
Cassius waited in the car while Hudson went into the store to buy him cookies. It was frustrating not having them in his office; maybe he should just buy the whole company to ensure a steady supply.Hudson returned after a while and handed him the box."What took you so long?" Cassius asked as he began unwrapping it."I was only gone for five minutes, man," Hudson replied, rolling his eyes as he removed his face mask. "And also, you should—""Tell me to stop eating these cookies, and I'll cut you," Cassius warned.Hudson was about to respond when he spotted a familiar young figure. "Ah! There he is!""What?" Cassius raised an eyebrow."The boy I gave your cookies to the other day," Hudson replied, catching Cassius's attention. Cassius was curious about the child who shared his taste in cookies.Following Hudson's gaze, a shadow crossed Cassius's face as his eyes settled on a boy in a school uniform, about five years old, with jet-black hair, walking hand in hand with a woman he recogn
Three years later.Time passed with grace. Things changed.Rafeal became the leader of the Deathroll, a true Don that carried it well—commanding, lethal, calm. They remained the most feared in the underworld.But still, Rafeal remained the same man who watched Milena like she was everything. She was expecting now. His child. His beginning. His peace.“He’s going to look like you,” Milena whispered, gently rubbing her belly, her wedding ring glinting under the dim light.“How can you tell it’s a boy?” Rafeal whispered. “What if it’s a little you? Another little wild flower? Or maybe both of them?”Milena chuckled at his words. Rafeal cupped her face and kissed her forehead.“I love you so much, my world.”“I love you, my everything,” she whispered back. “When will you be back?”“Before you know it,” he replied, voice soft. “I won’t be long, don't worry about me.”She kissed his lips, gentle and filled with love. When they pulled away, Rafeal kissed her forehead and her swollen belly.T
The interior of the mansion was even more breathtaking, the ceiling hung high, a chandelier hanging above, casting a warm glow across the large space.Milena clung closer to Rafeal's arm, still in awe of the architecture.“Welcome,” Cassius was the first to appear. Clad in his comfortable shirt and dark pants, he looked handsome even in his early fifties.“We've been expecting you,” he said, voice deep. His gaze settled on Rafeal. “Thanks for coming Rafeal.”Rafeal nodded with a smile. “It's my pleasure.”Cassius greeted the others, including Rosa and Zade.“He looks so much like Silence,” Zade muttered. “Same blue eyes and great aura.”Rosa nodded in agreement.Another figure appeared, descending the stairs with his hands tucked into his pockets. Tall, with a lean, built body, his messy hair combed backward. His features sharp and attractive.His blue eyes settled on the guests, especially on Silence.Silence felt his heart warm up instantly, his gaze not leaving the figure.“That mu
“Rosa,” Zade approached her quietly. She sat alone on the hotel rooftop, gazing up at the night sky.“How did you find me?” Rosa asked, her expression blank.“I figured you'd be somewhere quiet, probably with a nice view and fresh air. The rooftop seemed like the best bet,” Zade explained. “Care if I join you?”“As long as you don’t become a burden, help yourself.”Rosa had always been the one who smiled the most in the clan. She was cheerful, helpful, talkative—everyone loved her. Talented. Beauty with brains.But after Viktor’s death...Zade hadn’t seen even a glimpse of a smile on her face.It had been over a week since the war ended. Leonard was now being held in a psychiatric facility known as the Phantom Cell, secured with high-tech restraints. That guy would be tortured until his last breath.Not the violent kind of torture, but the kind that would haunt him. Trapped between walls, injected with things that would slowly drive him insane.Rafeal had said Leonard was saved agains
Angie Hales. That name was carved into the gravestone. The yard was the place where all the dead mobsters were buried. Rafeal approached, placing a bunch of flowers on the stone, his expression blank, but inside he was breaking. He hadn't seen her death coming. Even though she had made a grave mistake that caused the clan to suffer, Angie had been his friend ever since he joined the clan. She was brave, smart, and always there to calm him with her words. Even now, he still found it hard to believe Angie was truly behind it… Rosa walked to stand beside Rafeal, her face unreadable, but she was breaking inside too. “I shouldn’t have told her to die after the mission,” Rosa said, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. “I regret my words that day.” “It’s not your fault,” Rafeal said. Rosa nodded, understanding what Rafeal meant. “She was my best friend.” “She paid her debt,” Rafeal mumbled. Memories of Angie surfaced, striking Rosa’s heart. “Still… I hope she fin
Several days passed, and Milena didn't leave Rafeal’s side for a second. She watch the doctor feed and treat him occasionally, read him stories and watched him sleep until her own eyes shut.Three days had passed, and Milena grew worried, missing him so badly. She missed his voice, his smile, his touch, and the way he made her feel.Wake up soon, Rafeal.The doctor mentioned his body was still healing and that it would take time before he regains consciousness.Milena rested her head beside him, taking his hand into hers and falling asleep like that. She loved doing so—she could sense even the slightest movement from him.The sun rose from its horizon, casting a warm glow over the city.Milena stirred in her sleep, releasing a light moan. She looked up, and shock rippled through her.She was lying on the couch, and the bed was empty."Rafeal!" she gasped, shoving off the sheet that covered her one side of her and bolting to the bed. "Where did he go? He can't be up! Did the doctor tra
Milena blinked in shock, still frozen in place as her limbs refused to listen to her.Finally met her? Why would the great Tatiana Wallington be anticipating meeting her?As if reading her thoughts, Tatiana spoke again in that smooth voice.“We've heard about you, dear.”Milena’s legs wobbled. “Good things, I hope,” she muttered under her breath. She glanced at Cassius, who still had his sharp gaze fixed on her.Then she bowed deeply, her head almost touching her knees.“Nice to really meet you too, Mr. and Mrs. King,” she straightened up and flashed them a nervous smile as Cassius gave her an acknowledging nod.“Rafeal told me about you guys too,” Milena added.The Ward's door slid open, and Zade walked in as well, standing beside her. Milena flashed him a glare as if asking, *Why didn't you tell me they were here?*Zade gave her a replying look too. *You didn't give me a chance; how am I supposed to do that?*Milena sighed defeatedly, knowing he was right. Tatiana offered the empty
Milena snapped awake with a gasp, her eyes meeting an unfamiliar room. She was surrounded by white walls—too bright, too sterile. The ceiling spun above her for a moment before everything began to settle.Her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed herself up, the hospital sheets sliding off her trembling body. Her hands instinctively clutched the fabric at her chest, panic crawling up her throat as her eyes darted around the place.“Rafeal…”Her voice came out as a whisper, hoarse and broken.Memories surged in—his limp body in her arms, the flatline sound, the doctors shouting.She swung her legs off the bed, nearly collapsing from the dizziness that hit her. But she didn’t care. Her feet touched the cold floor, and she forced herself up, dragging her weak body to the door.She yanked it open.A nurse turned at the sound, startled. “Ma’am, please—you need to lie down, you’re not—”“Where is he?” Milena demanded, voice trembling but full of desperation. “Where is Rafeal?”"Ma’am, yo
While Milena cradled Rafael's unconscious body, Angie ran to Rosa's side and saw the scene. Just like Rosa, her body froze in place, but she quickly recovered, pulling out an injection from her gear and running towards them.She shoved it onto Rafael's lap and injected him, then checked on his state."He is not breathing," Milena sobbed, her whole body trembling. "Rafael is not breathing!"Angie immediately lifted him despite the exhaustion from searching for the antidote clouding her senses. She carried him out, and Milena struggled to follow.She was drained, her bones threatening to give up, darkness slipping into her mind, and she almost fell, but Rosa caught her.Zade appeared too, shocked at the scene. He was covered in blood and sweat; it seemed they had been fighting off the men outside.He rushed to help Milena, taking her from Rosa and leading her out.However, Rosa paused and glanced at unconscious Leonard, her eyes dangerously cold as deadly intent rose within them.Angie
Milena watched them clash like two storms colliding.No hesitation. No holding back.Rafael was a blur—faster than Leonard remembered. Every strike was brutal, precise, like he’d been waiting for this fight his entire life.Their fists met, their bones cracked, and their snarls echoed like monsters in a cage.Both were skilled; no one would know who was stronger among the brothers.Leonard went for Rafael’s throat with a wild hook, but Rafael ducked and slammed his elbow into Leonard’s ribs, sending him staggering back and coughing blood.Leonard smirked, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand. “That all you’ve got, little brother?”Rafael didn’t answer. He spun low and swept Leonard’s legs, sending him crashing to the floor. Rafael pounced, fists flying, hammering into Leonard’s jaw over and over.Blood splattered across the floor, warm and slick. Leonard twisted, caught Rafael’s arm, and flipped him—hard.Rafael slammed onto his back with a groan but rolled to his f