Lena wiped her mouth with a napkin and smiled at her siblings, ignoring the gunshots that were fired 30 minutes ago. In the slums, everything is possible.They had just finished a simple but satisfying dinner of bread, cheese and soup. She was glad they could enjoy a meal together, even if it was in their cramped and shabby apartment."Thanks for cooking, Lena. You're the best," said Manny."No problem, kiddo. You helped me a lot with the dishes," Lena said, ruffling her hair."What about me?" asked Sam, a little shy."You were a great taste tester, Sam. You made sure the soup was not too salty or too bland," Lena said, tickling him.Sam giggled and hugged Lena. "I love you, sis.""I love you too, Sam. And you too, Samantha," Lena said, embracing them both.They stayed like that for a while, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other. Lena wished they could always be happy and safe, but she knew that was not possible in their harsh world. They had no parents, no money, no friends. Th
Lena knew she was in trouble when she saw the man’s face. He was tall, dark and handsome, with piercing magenta eyes and a scar that ran across his left brow. Scar wore a tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, and a gold watch that sparkled on his wrist. He looked like someone who had money, power and influence. And he looked furious.He stared at her with a cold, hard gaze, as if he wanted to burn a hole through her skull. He glanced around the room one more time and crossed his arms over his chest.“Ready to leave?" He asked in a deep, commanding voice.Lena swallowed hard. She tried to look defiant, but she felt like a mouse in front of a lion.“No,” she said.“No?”“I mean, yes.”He raised an eyebrow.“I don't see your bags packed.”“You didn't tell me we were leaving today!”He shook his head.“Do I need to spell everything to you?”Lena bit her lip. She knew he was right. She decided to try one last thing. Maybe she could appeal to his sense of pity, or at least his sense
Lena couldn’t believe her eyes as she followed Scar out of the airport. He had paid off all of her debt and accumulated interest with a single swipe of his credit card, without even blinking an eye. She had no idea how much money he had, but it must have been a fortune. She felt a surge of gratitude and admiration for him, mixed with curiosity and confusion. Who was he, really? And why did he want her to work for him when he has so much money already?She expected him to hail a taxi or rent a car, but instead he led them to a sleek black limousine that was waiting for them at the curb. A uniformed driver opened the door and greeted Scar with a respectful bow.“Welcome back, sir. I hope you had a pleasant flight.”“Thank you, James. It was fine. This is Len and these are his siblings, Sam and Manny. They will be staying with me for a while.”“Of course, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Me Len and young masters.” The driver smiled warmly at them and helped them load their luggage into
Lena blinked, surprised by his offer."Your bodyguard?" she repeated.Scar nodded."Yes, my bodyguard. You see, I have many enemies in this city and beyond. Raiders, rebels, rival gangs, you name it. They all want a piece of me or my territory. And they will stop at nothing to get it."He paused, looking at her intently."That's why I need someone who can protect me at all times. Someone who is loyal, brave, and skilled in combat. Someone like you."He reached out and touched her hand gently."Will you do it?" he asked softly.Lena felt a jolt of electricity run through her body at his touch. She quickly pulled her hand away, feeling flustered.She looked at him warily, wondering what he was up to. Was this some kind of trap? Was he trying to seduce her or manipulate her? Or did he really trust her enough to make her his bodyguard?She decided to play along for now, until she could figure out his true intentions."Sure," she said hesitantly. "I'll do it."Scar smiled brightly, clapping
Blood dripped from Lena's wounds, staining the dirt beneath her feet. She clenched her teeth, ignoring the searing pain that coursed through her veins. Standing tall and proud, she faced her opponents with a fierce glare. She had fought hard and long, enduring countless blows and strikes. She had surprised everyone with her resilience and courage, especially Scar and Hermes. They had underestimated her, judging her by her small and petite frame. But she had proven them wrong, showing them the fire that burned in her soul. She was a tigress, Scar had even given her the nickname "little tiger" at some point.Sage, a veteran fighter who had trained many warriors, watched Lena with awe and contempt. She had never seen anyone like him, someone who could endure so much and still keep fighting. She usually subdue her opponents with a blow, but not him. Despite his small frame and statue, he is brave and fast. Sage walked towards Lena, wiping the sweat off her forehead, and gave her a relucta
Lena glared at Scar with a mix of anger and disdain. He had barged into her room without knocking, ignoring her privacy and personal space. He was rummaging through her closet, tossing aside her clothes as if they were trash. He acted like he owned the place - which he did, technically, but that didn't give him the right to treat her like his servant. Lena wrapped her bathrobe tighter around her body, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He had woken her up from a deep sleep and ordered her to take a bath and get ready. He said they were going to a dinner date and she had to accompany him as his bodyguard. Lena knew he was just toying with her, enjoying her discomfort and annoyance. His smirk confirmed it.Scar pulled out a crisp grey suit that looked like it was tailored for her. He threw it at her face, making her flinch. "Get changed," he commanded.Lena stared at him incredulously. "What?" she asked.He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, what? Get changed. We don't have all day."L
Scar's face contorted with pain, as he hastily excused himself from the lavish dinner, staggering through the grand hallways of the opulent hotel. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the ornate walls as he stumbled towards the dimly lit corridor leading to the bathroom. His footsteps echoed ominously, resonating with the turmoil within him.He felt a surge of nausea rising in his throat, a bitter reminder of the poison that coursed through his veins. He clenched his teeth, fighting back the urge to vomit. He had to maintain his composure, his dignity, his reputation. He was Scar, the billionaire philanthropist, the visionary genius, Lord of the dragons. He could not afford to show weakness, not in front of his enemies.Meanwhile, Lena, returning from a brief absence, caught a glimpse of her boss's desperate figure propped against the cold marble wall. As her eyes locked onto him, her heart skipped a beat, and a rush of concern flooded her veins. In that instant, time stood
The first rays of dawn tiptoed into the room, casting a gentle glow upon the slumbering figures. As the morning light enveloped the penthouse, Scar gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that bore witness to a restless night of turmoil. As his gaze swept across the room, it was immediately drawn to Lena, who lay beside him on the bed. The sight of her peaceful form stirred something deep within him, evoking memories of her unwavering care from the previous night. The tenderness with which she had attended to him whispered of an unspoken connection, and he couldn't help but wonder if her actions hinted at a sentiment beyond their professional relationship. Lost in thought, Scar rose from the bed, allowing his feet to carry him towards his private sanctuary. With each step, the events of the night replayed in his mind like a cherished melody. He marveled at the gentleness with which Lena had cooled his fevered body, her touch l