Somewhere in Garcia's mansion, Edith hid away in a room panicking. She had begun seeing ghosts of Marina everywhere, her unsuspecting daughters had no other option but to call their grandfather. Edith's father. The minute the older man stepped into the room, he dismissed his granddaughters. "Daddy..." Edith looked so relieved seeing her old man. She wobbled up and hugged him immediately. "Please take me away from here." She cried shaking like a leaf. "This damn woman won't leave me alone." Unknown to the old man, Asher's and Dragana's plan was going on too well. Especially when Asher began using illusions of Marina's bloodied body to scare her in the middle of the night. "Get a grip of yourself." Edith's father, Frederic boomed. The coffin dodger was known for his strict demeanor. "I am scared, Daddy." Edith tightened her grip on her old man when he attempted to step away. "Please don't leave me alone in this mansion. Marina is coming for me. She wants revenge." "Shut up!" Frederic

“I take it he wasn't so cooperative.” Dragana continued eyeing the limp body at the back of Asher's car. The bodyguard doesn't bother answering the rhetorical question. “She is still sleeping.” Dragana offered knowingly. “She stayed up late last night with her new boyfriend.” Asher's eyes snapped back to Dragana's face. His jaw tightened. He knew she was just pulling his leg, but the what-if at the back of his head showed just how insecure he was about their relationship. No day goes by he doesn't wake up and wonder why she would choose him. Some so many eligible men would be more than glad to call her theirs, and yet, he got the honor to. “My son is so smitten with her. I would suggest you watch your back.” She joked. Asher found himself exhaling heavily with a relieved chuckle. He was battling an urge to ask Dragana to take him to Isabella's room. He had missed her so damn much and wanted nothing more than to stare into her lovely face, even if it was just for a few seconds. And hol

Asher left a few hours later than he would have wanted to because he kept giving in to the 'just a little while more' from his compelling girlfriend. By the time he left, the two lovers were right as ever and the only thing Isabella asked from him was to be careful out there because her life was tethered to his. She also promised not to stress him anymore and that she will wait patiently for his signal. In the next room, Dragana had dragged a couch next to Lucas' bed and sat unmoving, admiring the sleeping man. All the sentiments she had been believed to have died with her husband strangely clashed forth like a tornado. She couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly about the man who made her want to strip naked, bend over, and demand he fuck her to oblivion. The longer she stared, the hooked she became. She was literally one breath away from jumping at his unconscious self. Her body ached deliciously in all the right places that she hadn't felt an itch in what felt like forever. Even he

“I am the worst challenger you should choose to be an enemy of.” Frederic replied, landing another fist on Asher's other cheek. Once a soldier…Asher, ignoring all the logic, leapt up despite the pain and lunged at Frederic, pushing the man to the ground. Before he could do any considerable damage, more than five guns aimed at him, waiting for the slightest command from Frederic. Since Asher knew Frederic wouldn't kill him without getting the answers he so desperately needed, the bodyguard smacked his captor hard on the face before spitting on him. “You know so much about me but missed the important one. I don't negotiate with delinquents.” “Get him off me, dammit!” Frederic screamed, wondering why his hooligans thought holding guns on Asher was more indispensable than pulling the man off him. Once Asher got pulled roughly off Frederic, the men wasted no time giving him a beating of his life. They could have killed him. But Asher still wouldn't beg. Somehow, he surrendered to the d

Isabella had been pacing all over the estate non-stop. Her conversation with Lucas had left her feeling disoriented. It was like she was relieving shit she would rather put behind her. To Lucas, it felt like news, but to poor Isabella it was worse than rubbing salt in a wound.“Hey!” She had been too preoccupied to notice Sebastian approach. The teenager had been done with school and had rushed home to gaze at his beautiful crush. His best friend from school had a hard time picturing a goddess like Isabella walking among mortals according to the way Sebastian had painted her. “You are back.” Isabella attempted a happy front. Buy Sebastian saw her sadness. Being a clueless one, he assumed that his other must have gone off on Isabella, since he had heard them argue a day or two earlier. “Don't mind her. She is a buzz killer sometimes.” Sebastian whispered clandestinely. Isabella laughed, not surprised at all with the remark. Thing, is, Sebastian was yet to know about Lucas. Well, he h