LOGINThe world has turned into chaos, allies are rallying together, enemies springing up. The death of the most powerful man in Greece has shook the earth.
There are more eyes on me, watching if I am worthy of the legacy my Grandfather created. I am standing in front of my Grandfather’s grave dressed in a black gown while Alfred stands beside me in a black suit, with an umbrella over my head. I could hardly see with the flashing lights over my face each time I lifted my head. This was supposed to be a peaceful burial but there was trouble all around. Speaking of trouble, A car drives recklessly into the scene bursting a water pipe. The water splashes on the guest as they move for safety. Wyatt steps out of the car in a black suit, a bottle of wine in his hand, Emily steps out in a red dress, an odd contrast to what was the occasion’s outfit. All to provoke me. Wyatt walks toward the grave, unscrews the cap of the wine and pours it on the coffin. “Rest in pieces old man” he muttered and smirked then turned to me. Hoping to get a reaction from me but I stood still, if I wanted to act then I would have made sure he had no access to the burial. But it was Grandfather’s wish that the whole family was present. Marcel arrived just in time, he seems to be the only sensible person in the family who didn’t bother to make a scene. He stood by the grave and let out a sigh. Then he picked a rose and threw it into the grave just like the rest. The burial came to an end just as quickly as it began, I watched the men cover his grave then I dropped the last rose. A white rose. “I wish we had more time together” I whispered. I still can’t believe he was gone. I suddenly began to get the feeling that anyone I love will face the cruel fate of death. Alfred led the way as I followed back to the parking lot when a car pulled up in front of us. The glass window slid down and a man wearing a black mask pulled out a gun. A gunshot was fired but before it could hit me, Alfred was already in front of me. The bullet goes straight into his chest, causing him to fall slowly to the ground. I could hear screams all around me, people scattering like thieves. Alfred laid in front of me, blood staining his white shirt, I crouched down to him, “No, no” I pleaded. “Please not you too” I cried out. “Stay with my Alfred” I begged as I held him up, please stay with me” His eyes were slowly closing and I could do nothing to stop the bleeding. “Somebody help me, his is dying” I screamed, who would help me when everyone was scouring for their lives. There were barely people around. “Alfred please, stay with me” I pleaded. Beck rushed to me in an instant, he stared at Alfred laying on the floor bleeding then he shook his head. “Help him” “There is nothing we can do” he rather answered. “What do you mean by that, I can’t let him die like Grandfather did, help him goddamnnit, I command you to help him” But he didn’t bother, Alfred was barely moving at this point, his eyes had shut against the world. “Please” “We have to go” he said instead. I reached for Alfred’s head and rested it on my thighs, “I’m not leaving him.” “We have to go now” Beck grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from him as we raced for the car. I turned to see him one more time, the man who had willingly taken a bullet to save me, but he was no longer there. How was that possible? Where did he go to? “We need to leave now” Beck yelled pushing me into the back of the car, I could hear gunshots behind me. Two men who had stepped out of the car were left dead on the floor in a pool of their blood. There was still no sign of Alfred, Beck ran towards the driver’s seat when he got shot in the leg, just before he could open the door. I reacted quickly and rushed to the driver’s seat, then I grabbed the keys from Beck and turned it on, hoping to take off. The black Camry from earlier blocked my path, with little or no space to drive by, I watched the driver pull out his gun again. This time it was aimed at my head. I stared in horror at what could be my last chance in earth. Could this really be it. Was I really going to die here?It’s noon of the next day, weekend to be precise. We arrived at the Gretes Mansion, smaller than our estate but big enough to see how powerful they were. We walked past five guards on our way in, until we finally got to the house. Mr Gretes was seated in the front, two of his sons were seared on the right while one of them stood behind, leaning on the wall. Gretes has five children, Three boys and two girls. Yet there wasn’t a sign of a female in the room except my presence. I found him seated high and mighty in his chair, a displeased look on his face, the moment he saw me. “Mr Gretes, it’s nice to finally meet you” I greeted, he just let out a grunt and gestured for me to sit. I could feel the disrespect but ignored it, when you are new to the world, you always have to prove yourself, and I definitely don’t mind that. I sat on the couch to my left while Alfred stood behind me, “What brings you to my home?” He asked tapping his half lit cigarette down the glass
I woke up expecting it to bright outside but it was still dark, I picked up my watch to see that it was past 9pm. I already knew how I winded up in bed after dozing off in the car, Alfred carried me. The smell of food filtered into my room, immediately my stomach began to grumble. I stepped out of my room and towards the kitchen where I found him. He had on grey sweatpants and a brown fitted top, clinging to his muscles. His arms bulged as he flipped over the frying pan, the fire from the gas flares. I know he had always looked good but this was a different kind of good, the kind that makes you want to strip him just to see what he has to offer. I leaned against the door watching him, my lips dry as I try to swallow what’s left of my tongue. I could feel the room getting hot, not just from the heat of his cooking but from… you know what I mean. Concentrate Liliac, I warned myself. “What are you making?” I picked an apple from the basket and threw my ass over the c
“You should watch the way you speak to me Mr Wyatt” I boldly faced him, I had enough of him acting like he was on top of me. For the sake of family I hadn’t thrown him out of the meeting but he keeps pushing for it. He wouldn’t even be considered as family if Grandfather was seated here today. “You must be crazy to think that I would let you do that, our family has a long tradition of donating for charity” he expelled my words to remind me of family. Family! “Our family, last I remember you were disowned, you no longer bear the family name. What right do you have to say our family?” I asked him. His mouth was sealed, he hadn’t expected me to air his personal matters in front of the board but since he chose to disrespect repeatedly, it was my duty to put him in his place. The meeting had turned into a full blown fight between me and my uncle, eyes widened at us. Neither of us wanted to submit to the other. I had every right because I was the heir and he claims to have
It was my first day at the office since I came back, I had been putting it off or days but it had finally caught up with me. I knew the perks of running a company, I have a Bsc in Business management but I still couldn’t shake off the nervousness I was feeling. I am a beautiful white gown that stops at my knee, I had combed my hair to the back while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I stepped down the stairs until I got to the door, I found Alfred standing by the car. His eyes sparkled once he saw me, “You…look beautiful” he said. “Thank you” I replied. Since he hadn’t fully healed, I hired a driver that would be taking me to work until Alfred was okay, he may have insisted to drive me but I didn’t want to pressure him with that. We finally arrived at the office, it was just as big as the estate but with three more floors, the staffs had all gathered by the lobby to greet their new CEO. “Welcome ma’am” a woman in her mid thirties, wearing a brown shirt and black
Just when I thought I was about to die, my head was pushed down, so close that I almost hit the steering wheel, the bullet pierced through the glass and into the chair behind me. Then I heard a gunshot, a bullet straight through the man’s head, I raised my head fully to see Alfred standing beside me. Lord knows how happy I was to see him again, “You’re alive” I gasped. Beck crawled into the back seat and I pushed towards the seat on my right. “I thought I was dead too but they missed my heart by five inches” he smiled, I don’t know if that was meant to be a joke but with the way he smiled, I could tell he didn’t fear death as much as I do. I had the family doctor Robin waiting for us back at the house, we had lost most of our men at the shootout leaving the surviving ones injured. I stormed into my room pissed off once we got to the house, “How dare they do that at my Grandfather’s burial. This was why I pushed for a quiet event with barely any guest, to avoid this but
The world has turned into chaos, allies are rallying together, enemies springing up. The death of the most powerful man in Greece has shook the earth. There are more eyes on me, watching if I am worthy of the legacy my Grandfather created. I am standing in front of my Grandfather’s grave dressed in a black gown while Alfred stands beside me in a black suit, with an umbrella over my head. I could hardly see with the flashing lights over my face each time I lifted my head. This was supposed to be a peaceful burial but there was trouble all around. Speaking of trouble, A car drives recklessly into the scene bursting a water pipe. The water splashes on the guest as they move for safety. Wyatt steps out of the car in a black suit, a bottle of wine in his hand, Emily steps out in a red dress, an odd contrast to what was the occasion’s outfit. All to provoke me. Wyatt walks toward the grave, unscrews the cap of the wine and pours it on the coffin. “Rest in pieces old







