Writer Anabelle sat in the living room, scrolling through some channels while she grab her cup of coffee slowly, sipping from it. She had woken up earlier, due to the worrying feeling she had, but then she couldn’t decipher what it was. She needed a distraction and she chose to watch a movie or documentary that would be of help, but her mind still wander around it. “Good morning, (Moya Lyubov),” he greeted kissing her cheeks, before sitting beside her. “You’re up already,” she exclaimed. “So, what does it mean,” she asked with excitement and glee in her eyes, while he chuckled, and continue to kiss her cheeks, which made her chuckle. “It means my love. So I said, good morning, my love,” he interpreted it to her, while she blushed kissing his cheeks too. “I love you, Dimitri,” she said sincerely, while he nod his head and smiled, as they locked their hand together. “They stayed that way, enjoying the comfort of each other, when a guard suddenly ran in front of them, panting heavil

Writer “Hey,” Dimitri said immediately he got to the counter of the kitchen, to find his father there having a glass of wine. “Can’t sleep or won’t sleep?” he asked him, immediately he grabbed a glass and sat beside him, while Dimitri sighed. “Could it be the two, at the same time,” Dimitri said rather than asking, causing his father to chuckle. “I didn’t think I see you here drinking, I mean you do that once you’re stressed or worried, but growing up, you never did it openly or let us see you, why is that,” he asked his father who sigh staring at him. “I wanted to make sure that you and your sister are strong enough not to rush into taking drugs to relieve stress. That’s why I usually say, fight the stress of with combat,” his father said. “Yes it did work, but then you started to rebel and did what you wanted to,” he added and laughed while Dimitri sip his wine from his glass. “Why weren’t you surprised by all the revealing that happened at the dining. You know I thought you h

Writer “I hope you have good news for me old man, else you’re going to pay for giving me any bad news or ruining my mood even more,” Damien said to him in a scary tone causing the old man who stood in the dark to shiver. “I’ve got food news for you?,” He responded shakily causing Damien to hissed at him. “Spill,” he said simply. “I got Intel’s that Dimitri’s parents had returned to his mansion a few days back just as you’ve planned and also Mia had been found too,” he said with a slight bow causing Damien to smile brightly. “This just elevated the happiness I feel right now, things are just going smoothly without having to put in so much effort, isn’t that good,” he said and sip from his glass of alcohol very delighted. “Should I start with the next phase of the plans,” the old man questioned a bit hesitant, afraid he might get him pissed with his questions. “No, we shouldn’t dive in yet. Dimitri already has a lot on his hands right now. He has to deal with his parents, Mia, and

Writer“Liam, come back here,” Anabelle yelled at him, as he ran around the compound with the airplane toys in his hands.She was tired and couldn’t catch up with him, and for that, she regretted agreeing to play pilot with him. “Mommy, you need to raise your plane in the air, while running,” he said to her and continued to run, while Anabelle stopped to catch her breath.“Liam, that’s enough for today son. Let’s go back inside and rest or have fruits okay,” she suggested to him, but he was too happy playing with his toys to respond to his mother.“Grandma,” he screamed aloud and hurried to hug her, while she reciprocated and patted his back lightly. Anabelle quickly rushed to them and stood a few meters away staring at the warmth Alina showed on Liam.“Hey baby go inside, mom wants to speak with your grandma,” she managed to say the last word, without lashing out the discomfort she felt in her voice.“Okay mommy,” he said and immediately left the compound for them.“I’m not going to

Writer “Good news you bring again old man,” Damien said impressed and pleased.“I think it’s time to set in more confusion to them, what do you say about calling the Italians,” he asked playfully as he picked his phone from the table, having that evil smirk on his lips as he dialed a number which started to ring.“Dear cousin, time to get your hands full,’ he mumbled and brought the phone closer to his ears.**“Mia,” Ivan called out in surprise immediately his eyes set on her. She dragged a stool and sat in front of his cell looking at him as if she was numb of emotions.“No sentiments, just tell me why you chose to do that to me?” She asked him fighting the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes. “I’m really sorry if you think I hurt you, deceived you, and lied to you, but I want you to know that I didn’t do any of those,” he said while she chuckled at what he had said.“Oh really? So what exactly did you do? If it wasn’t any of those, what are they?” She asked him in an aggr