Kreed laughed and stood up. He picked up the baseball bat he had been holding and threw it to Tyse.âBeat Killian to death with it, and Iâd let you live. You did nothing to offend me, did you?âMayeliâs eyes widened.âWhat?â Tyse asked.âYou know itâs either you or him, right? Or mostly both. So why donât you save yourself?âMayeli thought of what to do to buy time. Of course, no one was coming to save them, since Kreed said he had taken care of the police, but she had no other option. She couldnât watch what was about to happen. Sheâd rather die first.âKreed, when did you become this evil? Thereâs still a way out of this, you donât have to commit more murders.âKreed laughed for a long time, and when he stopped, he faced Mayeli. âThe day your father burnt down my family, he created an unrepentant monster. I only trained the monster. First I worked with the CIA, then with the FBI, then as a special intelligence security agent, and when I was convinced I had learnt everything I wanted
Mayeli and Killian turned to see Kreed standing a few feet from them. He was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing this morning before she had left him. Black turtle-neck top, black trousers, black boots and a dark brown long coat.But this time there was something different. He was wearing black gloves. But that wasnât it. What was he doing here? How did he know she was here? She told no one.Kreed took a step forward, and Killian immediately reached for his pocket.Kreed was faster. âLet me borrow your words. I wonât dare if I were in your shoes because Iâll shoot you down without hesitation. Now rid yourself of your weapons and donât try to play smart.âKillian did as he was told.Mayeli couldnât believe her ears. This was Kreed, right? Or did he have a twin? Or perhaps was this a replica of him? Or cloning? She didnât understand. Why was Kreed pointing a gun at them?âKreed. Whatâs happening? I donât understand.â But Mayeli was beginning to understand. She recognized the loo
âYou should drive faster!â Killian barked at Tyse.âAt this rate, weâd probably die in an accident before we get to her,â Truce screamed.Killian turned to him. âDo you deserve to live?âTruce shook his head. âNo. Tyse, drive faster!âHe was still mad at his friends for abandoning Mayeli when he was away for the stupid reasons they gave. He had trusted them to take care of her while he was away, but they had done just the opposite. They had begged and apologized severally, but he wasnât forgiving them yet. Heâd make them work for their forgiveness, and so far, theyâve been doing just that.âMaybe you should take the wheel!â Tyse barked at Truce. âIâll drive faster, Killian,â he replied, Killian with a smile.âIf that bitch, Shaila so much as touch my woman, I wonât hesitate to strangle her with my handsâ, Killian said through his teeth.How could he have missed the signs?He had known Shaila wasnât the sister she pretended to be, and he had known she was still obsessed, but he didnât
âI donât understand,â Mayeli said, carefully. Shaila was getting drunk, and Mayeli feared what she would do to her. At the moment, she wasnât the woman Mayeli had known all her life, she was a wounded animal seeking blood.âI met Killian in our second grade. He was two levels higher than me, so we never really talked. Everyone loved him, everyone wanted him, and I wanted him more than any of them. And one day, I went home after school and he was with his parents in our house. Father had introduced them as his friends and ours, and had told us they were going to have dinner with us.I still remembered how overjoyed I had been that day. I had asked my maid, Nisha, to make me the prettiest little girl ever, and during dinner, I did everything to get Killianâs attention, but he didnât care. He didnât even notice my hair or dress or anything, but I didnât give up. After dinner, he talked to me, he told me my dress was pretty and he liked my tiara. I was so overjoyed that I couldnât sleep t
Mayeli typed Killianâs office floor number on the elevator keypad, 67.She could hardly wait as the box took her upwards. She hadn't met Killian since that day at the mall and she couldn't wait to see him. Her heart was racing already, and she could feel a hunger in her lower belly, a hunger he had awakened.The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Mayeli stepped out eagerly, heading for the last building on the floor. When she reached, she rang Killianâs office doorbell. No one answered. She rang it again, but nothing. Thankfully, she knew the key pass.âI'm coming in,â she said, and pushed the door open. Surprisingly, the office was empty.The office was just the way Mayeli remembered, the same. White high walls, one glass wall showing off the breathtaking view of the City of London, a large oak table and a chair behind it and two in front. A mini-parlour of four black cushions and a white table, and lastly a glass shelf holding Killian's books, magazines, trophies, and aw
Mayeli braided the last strand of her sisterâs hair slowly, listening to Bryelleâs tale of her latest BTS crush, Jungkook, and laughing. Her daughter was crushing on celebrities already.âI have a shoot with V soon, he might not be your favourite, but you should come,â Shaila said.Bryelle shook her head. âI want just him, no one else.âShaila laughed. âSuit yourself.â She turned to Mayeli. âBe fast would braids, babe, I need to be somewhere soon.âShaila had been going out more frequently recently, and she never said where she was going, no matter how many times Mayeli asked. Mayeli decided to let her be. She would come around when she wanted to.The doorbell rang, and Bryelle went to get it. She returned a few minutes later.âMom, itâs Kreed.â She walked past them into her room. Shaila turned to Mayeli with a stupid smile on her face. âYour husband is calling.âMayeli frowned, tossing her hair behind her. âHis not my husband, stop with the joke.âShaila laughed. âI have somewhere t
Killian covers the distance between him and Mayeli. She looked so flawless, so beauty more than he had remembered. Just a glimpse of her took his breath away, just a glimpse of her rose his hunger so intense that he hardly had control over it.He covered her slim waist with his arms and took in a breath of her.âKillian?â She called, her voice shocked. âIs this real? Am I hallucinating? Howâs this even possible?âShe started to check his body. âAre you real? Are you hurt or burnt?â Tears were already flowing down her pale cheeks again. âHowâs this possible. Am I losing it?âKillian knew she had too many questions, but he couldnât explain, not yet. He was here to warn her and he didnât have much time.He turned her to face him and almost regretted it when his eyes fell on her fleshy, exposed, full and ready for him. He shook his head; just being near her drove him crazy, and it had been so long. He had watched from a distance and longed for her, but it wasnât yet time. He had to think
âYou should be careful,â Kreed said, helping Mayeli out of the car.Mayeli chuckled. âIâm careful as I am. Youâre the unnecessarily worried one.âHe had been fusing over her for months now since she got out of bed. She was fine now, but he wonât leave her. He was always by her side, and sometimes she wondered when he had time for himself.Bryelle came to Mayeliâs side. She pecked her. âIâll see you later Mom, my friends are waiting.â She ran off before Mayeli could say a word.They were meant to eat dinner together after shopping for clothes, but she had come up with excuses that she had to meet up with her friends.âSheâs growing up so fast,â Kreed said, laughing.Mayeli turned to him. Today was his girlfriendâs birthday, but he had been with her all day. âArenât you going to meet Sonia?âThe smile faded from Kreedâs handsome face. âWe met before I came by this morning.âMayeli sighed. She knew Kreed had feelings for her, but she had no way to confront them. She wasnât interested in
Mayeli slowly opened her heavy eyelids and tried to understand her environment. The smell of anthesptic filled her nostrils and her lungs burned. Her throbbed and her body felt as stiff as a log of wood.She tried turning, but her body had a mind of its own. The bright light streaming from the windows blinded her weak vision. She recognized the room after a while, it was her room, but why was she strapped to a bed, and why were there several equipment attached to her body?She couldnât move or think; her whole body throbbed.The door opened and a familiar face walked in. She looked older, though. Mayeli tried to remember and slowly, her memory returned.Bryelle, her daughter.She tried to call her name, but her voice came out as a low whisper; even that effort was painful. Bryelle rushed to her side. She was wearing a short black skirt and a pink jacket. Her was packed in a high bun. She looked different, dazzling, and all grown up, not the little girl Mayeli had known.âMom, youâre