HAZEL'S POV:"TELL ME, I'M I A CLONE?!" I asked. Silence. The bastard whom I called Father refused to speak. He couldn't even look me in the eyes. "Answer me," I raised my voice. "I need to know if my life has always been a lie."Father kept quiet. Then for the first time since we met, he met my gaze. "Clones have surgical marks on their chest," he said. "If you were a clone, you'd have one on you."Neither Nikolai nor I saw any need to check. We both knew I don't have surgical marks on my chest. "Now you have your answers," Father said. "You're my original daughter.""And how are we certain you're the original Arthur Flamecrest and not a clone?" Nikolai asked. Father unbuttoned his shirt and showed us his chest. "Take a good look."He was real enough. He wasn't a clone. I buried my face in my hands. My brains couldn't process the truth. "How could you," I didn't recognize my voice. It was filled with rage. "You hired Nikolai to murder our family just so you could keep the min
[HAZEL'S POV]Cough! Cough! Cough! It's cold. And it's dark. Rats scurried around my cell, squeaking noisily around me. I tightened my blanket around me tighter to keep me warm but it was no good. Cough! Cough! Cough!The kid opposite me lay on her back, coughing helplessly. I've also caught the cold myself but mine wasn't as chronic as hers. She won't last long. They'd dispose of her soon. I coughed and winced as my stomach growled. I was hungry but the Slave Master chose not to give my rations because today, I was going to get a new master. Suddenly I heard his heavy footsteps thudding towards my cell. I knew this day would come. I wasn't expecting it to be today. He stopped before me—The Slave Master. I've never met anyone so ugly and terrifying. Men with faces like his should be locked up in the house of horrors. How I ended up in his hands still remained a dream to me—No this was no dream. It was a nightmare. A nightmare I've come to accept. The Slave Master opened m
[HAZEL'S POV]My outburst caused a grave silence to fall on the auction hall. Everybody looked shocked. The Slave Master lost his colour. He couldn't believe my audacity. "Why you bitch. Do you know who you're yelling at," he raised his whip to lash at me but Nikolai caught his eyes and casted him a death stare. "Don't you dare," his voice scared the Slave Master white. Things started happening fast. Nikolai turned to his men and ordered. "Take her away to the penthouse. Use the helicopter."Before I knew it, strong arms grabbed me and I was immediately blindfolded and gagged. Someone threw a coat over me to cover my sheer dress and I was led away from the auction hall. The men around me spoke in Russia, making it difficult for me to comprehend what they were saying or what they planned to do to me. My nerves were jumpy and my heart was pounding so hard, threatening to break through my ribs. I thought about my new master, Nikolai. I never dreamt that one day, we would cross pa
[NIKOLAI'S POV]The gun lay on the bed between us, loaded and ready. Hazel darted for the gun without hesitation and she grabbed it. I remained where I was, watching her. Her hands were far from steady as she tried to aim it at me. I've seen kids with more nerves than her.Her tears rolled over her cheeks as she struggled with the blind hate in her eyes. "You can't kill someone with that much anger brewing in you, Hazel," I blew smoke in her direction, digging my thumb in my pocket.She wasn't listening to me. Her hands were shaking, her hair was a mess and for a while there, she looked like a mad woman. So this is what it looks like to be spiteful. I was intrigued by her rage and hate.After all, I was the same man who murdered her entire family. "You made a big mistake," she sobbed, gritting her teeth with bitterness. "For a smart guy, that was a very dump move. You shouldn't have handed me the gun."My jaws clenched as I dropped the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. "
[HAZEL'S POV]I had sneaked back home from a friend's party that mom warned me not to go. But I went anyways because I was stubborn. sneaking through my window. I wasn't back until midnight but when I sneaked back in, I met disaster. Blood. On the floor, across the ceiling and splattered against the walls. And there was me at the centre of it all. I stood there, staring at the bodies of my mom, my dad and my brothers sprawled lifelessly across the floor. Three men had broken into the house while I was gone but only one man slaughtered my family. I saw him. He stood over their bodies, his hands dripping with blood with the knife he cut them with.The other men's voices sounded outside my home, urging him to hurry up. We were the only ones inside. We stared at each other. His eyes gleamed like a panther's in the darkness. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. I was dumbstruck with horror. My knees buckled and gave way, forcing me to drop on the floor. He moved toward me, clutch
[NIKOLAI'S POV]"So, what is it that you do?" I asked. Nikolai and I were seated at the backseat of his G-wagon. Vladimir and Kwame drove behind us in another G-Wagon. "Are you interested in me?" His lips curved with amusement. I glared at him out of the corner of my eyes, my gaze settling on the faint blade scar that marred his upper lips. "I have an idea you're in charge of a gang," I said. "I run one of the biggest criminal syndicates in the world," he was scrolling through his iPad on his lap. "I am the head of The Romanov Clan."I wasn't accustomed to these things but I was curious to learn, hoping to find information I could use against this man. "Tell me more," I demanded. He didn't even hesitate. Now this was what I've learnt so far. There are three formidable Mafia syndicates in the criminal world. Each syndicates upholds immense influence on a global scale. One hails from Russia, the other from Italy and the third from the United States. These were the big three M
[NIKOLAI'S POV]"Where are you taking me to?" Hazel demanded. "We're leaving Las Vegas," I responded to her. "I'm taking you to see my family."Hazel stiffened. "Y-your family?""That's right," I paused to read her expression. She was glaring at me. "I got called for a family meeting while you were in the changing room. As head of the Romanov Clan, I must be present and you're coming with me."She glared at me for sometime then looked out the window as we drove past tall buildings. No details were given to me about why a family meeting was issued but I was no fool. I knew why.News go around fast and guys like me with his ears to the ground are the first to receive it. I've been getting calls from various associates whom were being questioned by the secret police and military agents about three shipped crates. Anton, Kwame and Vladimir were the only ones aside me who knew what was going on. I told them I'll give them feedback about the crates after twenty-four hours. I've spent
[HAZEL'S POV]From the moment we stepped down Nikolai's private jet until this very moment in the elevator, I waited. I waited patiently to strike – to finish what I started. When I picked up that knife after eating breakfast, I decided today was the day I'll end it all.Last time, I hesitated to put a bullet in his head. This time I won't hesitate. Throughout last night, I asked myself why I held back. Why didn't I pull that fucking trigger? Looking back, it would have been easier. A bullet would be more than enough to end this monster's life. Somehow, he had brainwashed me not to harm him. That was the only explanation I could come up with. I promised myself today, I won't hesitate. I'll wait for my chance and strike him down when next we were alone.My chance came as soon as we were inside the elevator. My nerves was at it's breaking point and for a moment, I did hesitate – again. Then I remembered the bodies of my family laying in a pool of their blood. I remembered the b