Author Pov Hazel strolled around the room sighing in sadness. Cyrus hasn’t been behaving like he used to for the past two days. Even though he was asking her now and then about her health and if she had eaten or not. But something about his gaze whenever he looks at her stomach saddens her. Why does he look like he wasn’t happy? Or there is something else that’s bothering him. Finally mustering her strength she decided to talk it out with him. He can’t just behave like he was fine with everything when his eyes tell another story. Taking a deep breath she walked to his office but to her surprise, he wasn’t there. Her eyes roamed around the house as she tried to find him and eventually she did. He was in the poolside sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet submerged in the water of the pool. She walked near him only to find him looking lost in his thoughts staring at the water in front of him. She slowly took a seat beside him letting her legs fall in the cold water. The water

Cyrus Pov Cyrus Sylvester. The man people fear the most. The man who never knew what softness was. The man who was born to become a ruthless leader of his father’s gang. The mob boss who had made a history of being the youngest yet the most feared leader that not only the people of this country but overseas have fear of as well. But was I really that ruthless? Was I really born to become the monster? The answer even I don’t know. I wasn’t born like this. I still remember having stuffed toys and cars that I loved the most. I still remember the time I craved to hug my father even if it would be for only once. I begged in my sleep to be able to meet my mother someday. But that wasn’t in my fate. Because I still remember the time when that bitch snatched my stuffed toys, and destroyed my cars in front of my eyes to torture me. I still remember the time I was deprived of any affection from my father. And I can never forget that the woman who gave me birth didn’t even look back to see if