LOGINKlara could’ve persuaded Freya more but she herself was betrayed by her man and she’s not in a position to defend her brother as he was no different from Ralph. They both are same with misunderstanding brains and only knows how to hurt others with their words and actions. She couldn’t bring herself to forgive Ralph so how can she ask Freya to do the same with her brother?
Thus she didn’t pressure Freya further and exited her house. It’s better if she left her brother alone to deal with his matters. As a woman she can understand Freya’s situation and where she’s coming from so she was not going to help her brother…..oh my!! Holyshit!! She takes back her words because look at Lucas….he’s like a broken doll. She knew Lucas would be devastated by the revelation but he’s totally wrecked. Look at his pale face, he’s beyond shattered. She didn’t utter a word and only held his hand and brought him back to the hotel room so that they could have a talk about Freya. Once back in the hotel, Lucas collapsed on the floor crying his heart out and cursed himself for breaking Freya’s heart many times. He first forced her to sleep with him even after breaking their tryst and humiliated her for resigning her job and for leaving him behind as he thought she moved on from him by getting together with Aiden who actually was her cousin but being an asshole, he misunderstood their relationship. In addition to that he called her a cheap woman, humiliating her again and trampled her pride with his harsh words. How can he hurt the woman he loved? How can he be so cruel to her? Remembering all his rude yet insulting comments he drowned himself with the alcohol totally losing his sanity which scared Klara to see her brother in that state. She’s a patient to begin with and needs extra care to recover and also she’s the youngest in her family and everyone should look after her but on the contrary she became the one to care for Lucas for a whole week as he ruined himself with alcohol every single day and night. He kept talking about Freya all the time and laughed like a madman chiding himself. He also said all the things he said to Freya and Klara somehow thought Freya was quiet a liberal lady for letting her brother go without doing anything. If she’s in her place, she would’ve dislocated his jaw with her punch for calling her a cheap woman. ‘Oh really! What did you do with Ralph? Did you punch his face?’ Her inner voice mocked her but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She still hadn’t met Ralph and she didn’t want to face him either. She didn’t know what happens to her when he stands in front of her. Maybe she’ll kill him or hurt him with Luc’s gun. Who knows what possesses her at that moment? First things first she should take care of Lucas, no more distractions. He’s unwilling to eat or bath or talk except down bottle after bottle of whisky. This had to stop but she needs her dad to keep Lucas in check. She can’t handle him alone so she called her dad who then quickly flew to Wartland. Carl didn’t expect Lucas to become a lovesick puppy overnight. His jaw dropped seeing his son whose face lost the charm with beard and dark circles. Who’s he? Where did his spirited son go? Instead there was this crazy person who was mumbling within himself. The father and daughter couldn’t watch the perfect Lucas turn into a complete freak. Brooding over past can’t change anything. If Lucas wants Freya back he should do something about it and first he should start by stopping all the nonsense he’s currently doing and to make it happen he needs someone to wake him up from his stupor. Klara poured a bucket of cold water on Lucas who’s laughing like a madman. The poor Lucas shivered from the cold and curled his body glaring at Klara. He opened his mouth to express his displeasure but Klara didn’t give him a chance. She scolded him continuously for ten minutes trying to put some sense into his muddy brain. Of course Lucas was in need of a lecture at that moment and Klara was the best person to remove the rust from him. She yelled at him, taunting him for being an asshole to Freya and for giving up on his love sooner. Carl stood behind his daughter with folded hands and looked down at his son in pity. Lucas is the best son he could ever ask in his life. At such a young age he shouldered many responsibilities without complaint and dedicated his life to his family and clan. Though he never said it out loud, he loves his son as much as he loves his daughter and it broke him to see his son getting hurt. He's glad that his children found love just like he found Kate but why did they end up in misery after all? Why are they getting punished? What sin did he commit in his past life to make his children live in pain? He looked at Klara who’s being hard on Lucas by rubbing salt on his injured heart. He wanted to stop her but that’s the only way he could get his son back. Sometimes harsh ways are the only ones that helps us to get back on shape. Thus he waited for his daughter to pull his son from his heartbreak and finally sighed when Klara promised Lucas that she’ll help him to get Freya back to Cylantra. That’s his daughter. He’s happy to see his kids having each other’s back but the problem was she told Lucas that it’s his responsibility to win back his love all by himself and no one was helping him in that aspect. Whatever! Klara’s words really worked like magic and Lucas got back into his shape after his sister’s support and encouragement. Though Klara did nothing but taunt him, her words were like boosting power. She’s true when she called him a coward because he really gave up on Freya so easily and now he didn’t want to be a clown anymore. He should fight for his love. The next day Klara went to Freya’s house again while Carl and Lucas waited in the hotel room. They didn’t know what she did or said but miraculously Freya agreed to come back to Cylantra and even stayed in their mansion. Though the news of Freya’s return thrilled Lucas, he’s clueless about what’s next. He never courted anyone in his entire life not to mention someone who’s heartbroken by him. He reached Klara to help him but she just turned her back on him, taunting him to take responsibility for his actions. Devil! She already warned him in Wartland and said she’ll get Freya back to Cylantra and the aftermath was in his hands. Having no other choice he just started doing whatever he thought would be good to change Freya’s heart. It’s been more than a year and still there is no progress in their relationship but he’s not going to give up. He may turn old but he’ll pursue Freya till his last breath….. Klara blinked her eyes pulling herself together from her wandering thoughts. The past is past. She didn’t want to entangle her thoughts with the past again because there is nothing good except enormous pain in the past. Take it Lucas or herself, they’re both wounded from their love and thinking about it only brings more pain and it happened to her already. She once put herself in the danger trying to change the past but that only risked her little girl’s life at the end. She’s not going to repeat her mistake at any cost. She has to protect her baby. After all her baby is safe now and Lucas is courting his woman, so there is no point in dwelling over the past. Life has become normal yet boring but at least they are not in danger anymore.The lively meal turned into a bitter one with Ralph’s decision.Just like the table full of various delicacies, the people around the table possessed different opinions on his decision. Milo felt hard to swallow the food knowing that Cecelia is getting a day to see the light.When he dragged her to the dungeon by her hair, he thought she’ll rot in the dark cell till her death, making her life a living hell but because of Dylan she’s going to step out. What a disgrace? It’s a shame. But Dylan seemed happy about his victory and he ate the food with much appetite.“I’ll take her out this weekend.”He said ignoring the fact that it’s making Klara uncomfortable. She looked gloomy and stopped eating and Ralph didn’t persuade her anymore which turned her face ashen. Milo sensed the dark clouds forming on them and shook his head at Dylan, urging him to stop his nonsense but the latter only shrugged his shoulders. What the fuck is wrong with the bald head? Why is he acting
The dining hall fell into silence after Milo placed his question on the table. No one uttered a word except Ralph who is feeding Klara irrespective of her protests, pampering her with his soft words and at last she raised her hands in defeat and put her cutlery down, letting him do as he wished. Pleased with her actions, Ralph dragged her plate towards him and dumped her food into his plate before taking a bite. She is already tired because of their intense exercise, so why bother to strain her energy when he is willing to serve her? Though Klara pretended to ignore Cecelia’s topic, deep down she is curious to know about Ralph’s opinion on her ridiculous request.More than two years has passed and yet he let her live. She expected him to behead her as soon as he found out about her schemes but he disappointed her by imprisoning her in the dungeon. And now the chameleon gathered the courage to make demands. How audacious? The food smelled good and she knew it tastes deli
After dealing with Cecelia, Dylan and Milo came back to the Onyx and saw the bickering couple in dining room. Klara leaned her delicate body on the dining table while Ralph towered over her, his hands resting on either side of her casually. Seeing them like that after a long while felt like they returned to the old times. They really missed their cosy breakfasts and fierce dinners. “What's with you two?”Klara asked after spotting them at the entrance of the dinning hall and pushed the man who is trapping her slightly. Taking the hint, Ralph moved to the side, standing beside her, his eyes landing on the two figures. Dylan always puts on his poker face but today it looked more serious and even Milo doesn’t look good. Normally, he wouldn’t be quiet when she’s here as he would torture her with numerous questions about Darla. Something is not right. “It's the bitch.”Milo said, his face twisted with anger and disgust. So, their foul moods has something to do with the c
The dungeon fell into chaos after Milo left, leaving Cecelia in complete mess. Her curses were unbearable to hear but after sometime she collapsed on to the floor, her sobs filling the empty space.“Count your days Cecelia.”After a moment of silence, Dylan spoke to the weeping woman. He didn’t have any thoughts of consoling her. Rather it’s better if he prepared her for the upcoming fate she’s going to face. “What do you mean?”She wiped her tears, feeling utterly stupid to lose her rationality in front of the asshole Milo and caveman Dylan. She built her personality in a way that no hurricane or any calamity could swipe it off but one woman crumbled it with her existence. And ever since her life became difficult to live and she is left to fend for her survival in this fucking dark dungeon.Dylan didn’t give a fuck about her condition and took two steps back, ready to leave but not before giving her the answer she needed. “Your fate will be decided in a month.”He turn
No love.No heart.No family.These are the rules to be followed if you want to survive in BlackWolf clan.Dylan was an orphan, grew up in dirt and mud, lived in streets, accompanied by gangsters, no soul cared for him and had no one to care for.People called him barbarian. An animal who lived for himself. Fights became his survival, killing became his job and that’s how he lived before joining the BlackWolf clan. But once he followed Ralph into his world, he lived abide by the rules of the clan. Sex with Cecelia felt good and fun until he found out her affair with Milo and also the time he realized that he too had a heart and that it cared for someone. The reality hit him hard but her betrayal hit him harder. His first ever heartbreak. Painful betrayal and the taste of it was bitter than the gallons of blood he shed over the years. That’s when he vowed to never fall for anyone. This woman, the one who is rotting in the cell like a corpse had been the first and last
Dylan opened the iron gate and descended the stairs that led him to the underground dungeon, darkness surrounding him with each step he took. It's been a while since he walked this path but somehow he felt nostalgic. The familiar smell of rust and dirt greeted him as he got closer to the cell in which Cecelia is grieving her loss. He stomped his foot, making his presence known and obvious. The heavy thumps of the boots echoed in Cecelia’s heart, making her body tremble with anticipation.Loneliness made her crave for companionship whether it is an insect or the ray of light that pierces her eyes once in a day when the bread was delivered through a hole above the cell or the sounds of heavy winds during stormy weather or even the person who comes to her once in a while to punish her. And right now, the boots clicking sounds gave her hope, happiness. It’s what happens to the people who were confined in a dark place for years without a soul accompanying them. They even try







