"H-Har-Hailey Lynn?" the girl repeated those words when the deadly fear consumed her.
Aiken Lynn was an underworld man, who was known for his shady business and ruthless way of killing enemies. Day by day, the news used to flash on the television, either due to his runaway or.. his enemies being killed.
H-How.. can.. a normal person like her..
"You must be.. mistaken, Mister. I-I don't know anyone like him! You are searching for the wrong person!"
"We know who we captured, Miss. Our information is absolutely correct and... I can see how true it is.." the man replied while eying the face of the girl under the dim light.
"That Aiken was your father who is now presumed to be dead. God, he was such a bastard. I'm sure he will not be receiving heaven anytime soon." The words were taunting but Hailey didn't care.
She glared at him with those pitch brown eyes, anger boiling inside her veins. "I-I.. know who my father Was! He-he... was an engineer and died... at the construction site!" Hailey told in a rush.
"Engineer? Your mother's husband whom you are talking about?" The man laughed his stomach out and looked at everyone present in the room.
"Did you hear the little girl? She says that Davidson is her father?"
"Boss, it seems she's too innocent." Hailey heard a rough and old voice who was laughing along with their boss.
"Indeed." the young man once again looked at Hailey with a mocking smile tracing his lips, "Innocent... and unknown. Lost."
"I'm telling you the truth!!! Believe me!"
"If that's the truth you are saying, Miss Davidson, why did you mother run away after hearing that Aiken died?"
"R-run.. away?" Expressions blurred on Harley's face. There was a slight headache rushing in her brain when she recalled the early events.
'S-she.. was packing up. her bags. Going. to meet her sister..' Everything was a lie? She was stunned beyond core. Horrified with the turn of events when realization of betrayal hit her.
The young man only noticed the changing of sentiments on Hailey's face. Amusement graced his mind but it didn't stop him from saying, "Whatever you are thinking, baby girl. It's all right. You are abandoned by your mother to save herself."
"h-How.. can. she.. "
"Because no one wants to be entangled with people like us." he said and finally, he bent down on the arm chair, using his one hand to uplift her face to stare at his.
Those eyes... were heaven, he felt.
The eye contact lasted more than a minute with absolute silence. While one was admiring the other face which Lynn created, another was in fact in turmoil of emotions.
"Unfortunately, you are stuck in this game of fire because of your birth." the man said while holding her chin tightly.
A sudden urge to capture her and mark as his was surrounding his heart but he stopped in his intentions.
"B-But... who... are.. you?" Hailey couldn't help but ask, with uncertainty written all over her face.
The stare was now out of curiousity mixed with fear and terror, even though appalled with the turn of circumstances. Everything was new to her but it somehow made sense.
All those words.. were a new world shown to her. But her heart dropped on hearing his next words.
The young man smiled yet Hailey didn't feel that it was a nice one. It was a smirk..
"You are being held captive by Zayn Waxon, in my den." Zayn finally confused and watched the girl's eyes grow in surprise. She was already fumbling with fear and now, worry wrapped on that face.
"Z-zyann.."
"Yes, you heard it right. Heard it before?" Zayn asked in a mocking tone, and Hailey gulped back. 'Can I deny?'
He was no less than Aiken Lynn. The second mafia clan, cops chasing them all around.
And here she was facing them directly.
Yet keeping everything aside, Hailey took a deep breath and under the light, faced him again, "Mr. Wakon, let me go from here."
"I don't have anything. I have never met this.. Aiken and I can't give you anything."
"Oh sweetheart, of course you can." Zayn commented. "Right now you don't know your worth."
"W-what.. worth?" Hailey asked, being alarmed from his words.
"Well well, the only illegitimate daughter of that bastard. Do you know what it means?" Zayn doesn't beat around the bush anymore.
He pushed his hands in his pocket, started walking in a circle around her chair. Meanwhile, Hailey's heart accelerated when she asked, "What do you want from me, Zayn?"
"Now comes the real talk." Zayn stopped in front of her. She had raised her eyes, looking at him under the light while he lowered his face to glance at her.
"You have to marry me, legally as Hailey Lynn."
"We support you in this mission, Mr. Mattson," one of the men said firmly, his voice echoed by the sharp, synchronized thud of fists slamming down on the desk.It wasn’t just a gesture—it was a vow. A show of unity. Of allegiance. Denis didn’t need to hear them swear loyalty. He could feel it. The energy shifted in the room as every man present backed him, not just as the acting head, but as the force that would now lead the Aiken Group forward.His eyes swept across the table. A proud smirk curled the corner of his lips, but he masked it swiftly. There was no space for pride yet. Not until the last chess piece was under control.“For the time being,” he said in his composed, low timbre, “I want everyone to proceed with the funeral arrangements. Let us bury Aiken Lynn in peace and
"I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Mattson.""My condolences, sir."The voices echoed, one after another, from the thousands who came to pay respect. They stood in lines—some with bowed heads, others with solemn eyes—all casting fleeting glances at the man who stood motionless at the front. Denis Mattson.His expression was unreadable. Distant. Cold. As if grief dared not touch him.Dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, one gloved hand folded neatly over the other in front of his coat, Denis stood tall. His eyes were hidden behind jet-black sunglasses, masking any sliver of emotion. He didn’t weep. He didn’t speak. His silence screamed louder than any words could.Standing behind him were three other men—
"I will not kill anyone!" Hailey’s tone was firm—straight as a blade. Her eyes, despite the red puffiness around them, gleamed with quiet defiance. There was a tremble in her fingers, but not in her resolve.Zayn studied her face—those stubborn, tear-rimmed eyes, that clenched jaw, and trembling hands. She was fragile, no doubt. But not weak. There was something fierce beneath her trembling surface, and he couldn’t ignore it.Yet, no matter how strong her heart was, Zayn knew the world outside wasn’t kind to those who hesitated to kill.“It’s nice to hold onto your thoughts,” he said after a pause, voice quiet but laced with something heavier—truth. “I won’t burst your bubble… but I hope it doesn’t get popped by someone else too soon.&rdq
It was already nightfall when dinner was served in her room. Hailey sat curled in the corner of the bed, legs folded tight, head buried between them—her world reduced to the silence between sobs she refused to release.Her heart had shattered at the events unfolding before her.Everything seemed to linger in her mind like a microchip—too vivid, too surreal. Like a broken reel of memories playing in a loop she didn’t ask for.Suddenly, a knock broke the silence, like a crack of thunder in a dead sky."May I come in?""Y-Y-Yes… you may," she answered quietly, her voice a whisper coated in tremble. She was trying, painfully, to keep herself from crumbling completely.An old woman ent
Hailey walked towards the room with her unsteady steps, legs aching after being tied to ropes for days.A lady aligned her steps, by maintaining a straight distance and looked worried after noticing her girl's poor condition."You should have agreed with him on the first glance itself." Hailey heard the lady saying, however it wasn't the taunt. It was the care and worry."A-as... if you all believed I knew.. That.. I will land here?" Hailey took a sight of the magnificent house, her eyes turning wide.It was a huge mansion, and she was walking in circles. In the centre was the chandelier, the ones she had witnessed in the movies. It was no less than a four story house, built in a circle and a huge living room in the centre.Unlike the darkness she went through underground, this place was purely a bliss to her eyes."H-He.. lives here?""Yes. This is my boss's house." The lady behind her answered.She helped Hailey in walking and brought her to one of the rooms, the door opened and she
"I didn't think you would be convinced so easily, Hailey." Zayn's words brought an unsaid annoyance on her face. She twisted her expressions to say, "Not letting me drink water or eat food, is that how you want me to submit to you?" "That's the least harshness we have shown to you as Lynn's daughter." he honestly told her, the curve on his face turning bigger. "If it was one of his men, his legs and arms would have been broken till now." "Hah, shall I be grateful to your mercy....?" "Perhaps you should. I have taken into account that you were unaware of your hierarchy." Hailey wanted to laugh at her destiny. One moment she was dreaming about earning more money, doin extra-part time. The very next moment her life was drenched with bad dreams. The dream of being entangled with Zayn Wakon. When Zayn didn't get the replies from Hailey, he walked up to her. Under the same dim light, after a day. "So, shall we talk if you are in your correct mindset?" he asked but Hailey didn't beli