"Why are you here?" Brows knitted into a frown, Klauss asked Narco. The golden-eyed young man exhibits his famous big mischievous grin at him. Narco didn't pay any attention to Klauss anymore, completely ignoring his nanny's existence in the place like he was just like an air.Narco sashayed towards his so-called rich daddy, Mort, with one hand buried inside his pocket and his right hand was big open as if he was asking for the penny."The payment." The young knavish man reached his hand to Mort. If truth be told, Narco has been sitting on a pot of gold ever since. All his needs were bestowed upon him by Mort. He grew up spoiled and stubborn. It was all Mort's fault Klauss was having a hard time dealing with their adopted brat. 'My service comes for a price. Nothing personal.' Narco snickered on his mind and he could still hear Klauss sighing audibly in the back.Klauss' pair of arctic blue eyes which are as cold as the Arctic glaciers were now blazing with flame. If on

Mort tried to call the maiden again but at that moment, she no longer answered. The green-eyed man quickly dialed Narco's number and fortunately the young man answered his call right away."Paradisò Hotel." Narco, who is currently drinking alcohol at the nearest bar next to the Coittè bar, greeted him. He was just opposite the resto-bar that Sumire and the production team have rented. It was just a coincidence that he saw the group enter the bar.Narco watched Victoria's suspicious movements from the glassed-wall. Later, a public taxicab appeared parked in front of them. Victoria and Sumire boarded inside and left the place."What?" Mort asked."The place where she was taken." Narco uninterestingly replied."How did you know? I haven't said anything yet." Mort asked but Narco rudely ended up the call. The hunk wasted no time and immediately went to the Hotel Narco divulge.At the luxurious presidential suite, Sumire was still unconscious when they arrived at the Paradisò Hotel where Vi

THE NEXT DAY...Sumire wakes up in the unfamiliar room. Eyes barely open, she firmly closed her eyes when a streak of pain crawled in her head. She woke up with a raging, terrible hangover. Sumire rose from the bed, yawned, and stretched every muscle of her body. She scan the place and she could tell, she was in a master suite. The suite exudes elegance and ostentatiousness. She noticed the brilliant combination of dark and bright textures which, in fact, the touch of luxury defined the overall interior design in the bedroom suite, creating such an elegant modern atmosphere. She was sleeping in a massive master bedroom. "Where am I?" Sumire asked herself and got out of bed, barefooted. She looked at herself in a human-size mirror and was shocked to see herself in a white large size long sleeve that reached to her knees. She peeks inside and found out she wore a fitted boxer short that hugged her well-rounded buttocks."Who the hell dresses me?" Sumire frowned. When she saw her phone

After less than an hour of driving, Mort arrives at the well-known CION brothel. His strides were big as he sauntered towards the exclusive black elevator. He boarded inside and it takes him to the Underground Zero of the brothel.When the elevator ting open, the dim place where numbers of men in black lined up in the hallway opened up to him. Heads respectfully bowed to him as he walked the red-carpeted marble floor.Scarlet lights lit the place. Magnificent abstract, dark and disturbing art could be seen hanging on the wall. The long hallway covered in red carpet denotes stratospheric status, style, and opulence. The place was frozen cold like it was the first gate of Hell, abode of the lost souls. The strange silence was also deafening and echoing around.Mort headed straight to the VIP room where his men is waiting for his command. Klauss greeted him at the entrance and slightly bowed. The green-eyed hunk sat in a kingly posture in a throne-like chair next to the secretary standing

4 PM. The sea greeted them and the half-moon of beach softly. The horizon itself was a thin seam where the canopy of sky and the plane of sea hemmed each other into a line of silver. It was as if they had been welded into an extended splinter of perfection. The beach was drenched in a lightning-gold, dawn haze. The golden sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes. Far out to sea, rivers of pulsing light saturated the sea with gold. Dazzling, shimmering sunlight makes the sand sparkle like a thousand tiny jewels.The production team is setting up the equipment on the rented exclusive beach out of the Brethren city where the next scene of Sumire and Trevor will take place.While everyone was busy, Sumire emptied her 1-hour break by skimming and scrolling her phone's gallery. She was sexily dressed in an elegant black sleeveless sling vestido backless V neck beach dress. A cold breeze swirls around her sending her hair in all different directions. She was wearing