The egg york sun poured through the windows of the room and came directly to his face.Maddox tossed to the other side, covering his face with a pillow.He was dreaming about that same girl...he met her on the beach of the Maldives.Both of them were happy...her eyes so warm towards him, touch so gentle.Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy red hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from crimson fabric.Her smile was so pure...so natural. It could soften any beast's heart.She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness.She was the kind of girl that women loved to hate and men eager to get.Her skin was like silk over the glass and she radiated intelligent beauty.He was so happy...the smile could not leave his handsome face."Maddox..." her sweet voice reached into his ears like a beautiful melody.Maddox Dasher was los

"There are no such things as witches. Those are only mythical creatures," Pidge let out a scoff combing her hair."Yeah, but just imagine. All three of us being witches and with a wave of our hand we find out the who exactly the baby daddy is..." Rosina was lost in thoughts.An imaginary world running through her mind."Okay, now if you are done with your fantasy world...why don't we just go?" Pidge turned around and spoke.They were wearing black, perfect outfits for a funeral.Winter's aunt had died and the funeral was being arranged by the rest of the family."I wonder where is she going to live, now?" Pidge sighed and she grabbed her bag."She can come live with me, though. I mean now that her evil aunt is dead..." Rosina shrugged her shoulders and Pidge quickly hushed her up."Stay quiet, Rosina! She'll hear us..." They stood at the front of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect of maybe there we

Maddox reached England, his homeland. Many flashbacks of memories came across his mind.He was born in this country. The town he used to live in was Richmond."It feels like home, Conrard..." he spoke taking a deep breath."May you find your heart in your own home..." answered the bodyguard.They went to his old house where the Dasher family lived for years, where all of them grew up.He ambled through the narrow lane between several fleets of bungalows and chalets on either side cemented with an uneven stretch of glossy, varnished cobblestones. He was visiting his old family mansion after seven years and still the vicinity seemed untouched by the usual hustle and bustle of the huge, polluted, metropolitan cities. The white stucco bungalows on his sides were tinted with peeling lemon coloured paint at the corners. Several blotches and stains of coffee and brown coloured sludge were splattered over the walls. Steep stone steps were leading towards the bungalo

Maddox Dasher walked down the stairs, his appearance changed.The neatly pressed suit he was wearing in a dark blue colour looked dashing on him, his hair spiked up carefully, the beard was gone and it was perfectly groomed. Maddox Dasher had this amazing smile on his handsome face, he was holding the hand of his six-year-old niece.Together they stepped down the stairs as if some kind of royals, their clothing expensive.He went to talk a few businessmen, his clients and family members.Crystal, on the other hand, ran to her witches friends."Oh, you can do magic?" Crystal spoke amazed. "Yeah and I assume you can not do magic as you are not a witch," a little girl named Syra said to her, proudness on her face.Vlora who was walking by heard them and waited for the reply of her daughter."Well, witches are always servants. Their motive is to serve us...the Dashers. Don't forget..." Vlora felt embarrassed and quickly rushed to her daught

Maddox woke up early and went to the company or as he said this to his family.He went to the Dashwood Cruising and asked about the sales.People were booking the five-star luxury yachts he was providing.Tonight was the wedding of the Mayor's daughter. He went to check up on the workers.It was early morning the sun wasn't up yet. The cold breeze giving terrific vibes, the birds chirped flying in a queue. The shore was silent, no one except his workers decorating the huge yacht for the wedding.He stood at the end of the shore, his hands in pocket and he explored the surroundings. Whenever his eyes roamed, he felt fascinating.Only if he could just lose himself in this calm sea...maybe all the stress will wash away...the eagerness, the curiosity to make things his.Maddox has always been the guy who gets what he wants...not asking someone to get it for him. He makes his room.He made his name as a famous businessman by his hard work. The owne