Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Forbidden Reverse Harem : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

One which is named loyalty and pride was lost. Zayn explains to Framton about his reasoning with the behavior he exhibited. To abuse a girl for information and forcing her to tell the truth?"Where did I go wrong...?" Framton says, his fingers intertwined as his foreheads rests heavily on his hands. Zayn inhales sharply before sitting beside his grandpa. He apologizes for his wrong doings. He even gives his verdict to apologise to the girl next time he sees her."I... I promise I'll apologise to her, papa. Please don't blame yourself for my bad qualities." Because you weren't the one who raised me.The words he wanted to say never left his mouth. Instead, he looks at his own biological father sat across the couch, adjusting his spectacles as he turns towards them at the instance. Nick raises his eyebrows, a gesture to ask what was Zayn thinking. Zayn simply shakes his head, smiling softly."Papa. I... uh...""Say it." How does he say that he even skipped school, yelled at the school s

The question wrecks her nerves. For a brief moment, she recollect something valuable.Zayn said all of them were adopted from one or the other orphanages. Zayn also did some research on all the orphanages from which the Johnsons were made siblings. The last one was Cassandra, the youngest and the only girl from... what orphanage?Her mid experiences a stupor wherein she wasn't able to recollect the orphanage name."Gillotome orphanage..." she says, looking down at her sandwich."Yeah..." he says softly.A wild guess!She bites into her sandwich while Framton softly talked about their past. Cassandra adds in her own made up stories about the orphanage, praying the previous Cassandra didn't talk much about these with her father."Really? I thought Thomas was your rival." Cassandra looks at Framton, it was as if he was testing her."T- Thomas? There was someone with that name?" She pretends to question herself."Ah. There must not be one. I'm getting old, you see." "Oldie." She says so

Louis and Alex take two cars each. Battered bodies of the intruders were thrown out of the cars, into some dark alley in South New York."Done. Let's go home." Says Louis, the eldest.Dan offers to drive the car. It was obvious and lingering in the atmosphere.Louis never knew the true extent of his anger. How volatile it was for him as well. He looks at the fist that threw merciless punches at the four gangsters. Finally, he tied them up and threw them into where they belong."Louis, calm down please." Dan says, reaching out to pat his brother on his thigh. Exhaling sharply, Louis looks out of the window.Fifteen minutes pass by. The two cars reach back home. As Louis appeared from the car, the security team which was assigned for their protection began shaking in their timbers. However, Louis walks by them. Paying no attention to them.The squad leader shows up at the doorstep, he asks, "Boss, are we... f-fired?""What else do you think will be happening? Leave the site, or he won't

[A/n: I know my stories are weird with unique characters but just bear with me TT. I love foreshadowing things so much UGH—]Birthday shopping was a bummer. Cassandra comes back home and is introduced to the fashionista Krille DeVuil. She was half Transylvanian, hence the name.Aka... TriBaroness. Because she has been a baroness of three barons, three times to many stitching companies for three times already. Also, fourth time's the lucky charm in her case.And she had made her name."Krille... what?" Louis tries not to spit his coffee back into the mug. "Ahem," before Mr. Ronald could explain about her origins, Louis keeps it short by saying, "I make all your custom orders from her company. But I think it'll be worth it to have a dress made for you by her own skills. She's more than skilled.""She's a master of stitches, Miss Cassandra." Ronald says, tipping his hat to indicate his departure as Louis was his boss. "Wow. She's famous, alright." She says while scrolling through her

It wasn't her birthday.Upon Cassandra frowning at him, her lower lip puckered out in wordless grief, Zayn quickly embraces her and soothes her mind with sweet nothings. "I don't want to be a host to someone else... please!" Cassandra holds his arm to cry. She didn't want to cry alone as well."Shush... I'm sorry. But, let me celebrate your birthday. Wait here." Saying, Zayn slides and jumps fearlessly on the grass below. The home was only a few feet above the ground, with only one storey bearing 5 of the 6 Johnson siblings.Zayn struggles to get back up with something in his hand. Cassandra tries to judge, but the dim moonlight was making her task difficult."A donut?" She questions him. Placing the donut aside, she pulls Zayn up onto the roof.His pocket was of candles and a matchbox."Aww, aren't you the best!?" Saying, Cassandra hugs the male tightly."You're underestimating a man in love, Cassie. Come on. I got a better surprise for you downstairs." Says he. Closing her eyes, le