Lahat ng Kabanata ng What It Means to be His: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I sat comfortably on my living room couch, my phone pressed against my ear as I chatted with my grandmother, talking about the weather and other trivial matters. It was a routine conversation, but one that brought me comfort, especially since my grandmother lived far away. As I chatted away, I heard a knock on my front door. I glanced at the clock and realized that Abaddon was right on time for their shopping trip. Trying to keep my conversation with my grandmother light and casual, I quickly moved to answer the door. “What are you plans for today, my darling?” “Oh,” I chirped, excited about the change in subject. “Now that I have the money from the piano gig I told you about, I am going to go out and buy myself one.” "Hey," Abaddon greeted me with a warm smile as I opened the door. "Hey," I whispered back, trying to keep my voice down as I did not want my grandmother to know I had someone over. "I'm still on the phone. Come in, I'll be done soon." Abaddon stepped inside and was

As they explored the piano gallery, Aurelia's eyes widened with wonder at the collection of exquisite instruments. Abaddon watched as she danced with excitement. She then paused and frowned. The lingering sense of practicality held her back. "This one is beautiful," Aurelia remarked, running her fingers along the polished wood of an upright piano. "But it's quite expensive." Abaddon smiled, understanding her concern. "Aurelia, I want you to have the piano you truly desire. And I can help make that happen. Let me take care of the cost. Consider it a gift from me to you." She looked at him, touched by his generosity but still hesitant. "Abaddon, that's incredibly kind, but I told you that I don't want you to feel like you have to do this." He gently took her hands in his, looking into her eyes with sincerity. "I'm doing this because I want to, not because I have to. I care about you, Aurelia, and I want to support your dreams. This piano means a lot to

Abaddon and Axel made their way through the dimly lit alleys of the city. The air was heavy with the scent of danger, and the streets were eerily quiet, as if the city itself held its breath in anticipation of the impending storm. Abaddon's cold and calculated aura permeated the air around him, and Axel's cynical jests added an eerie layer to the atmosphere.They were heading to meet Dexter Manson, one of Abaddon's most trusted Capos, to discuss a serious matter that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of power in the underworld. A rival mafioso, Giovanni Bianchi, saw an opportunity to seize control of territories weakened by the recent death of David Garcia, another Capo under Abaddon's command. Giovanni was ruthless and ambitious, and he sensed a weakness in Abaddon's organization.As they arrived at Dexter's secluded hideout, they found him waiting, his tall and imposing figure standing with an air of authority. Dexter had a stern face with a chiseled jawline, a man who had

In the dimly lit chamber of Abaddon's opulent mansion, a clandestine meeting was underway. The trio had gathered to discuss the enigmatic woman who had captured Abaddon's attention. Jezebel leaned against a polished table, her alluring aura mixing with a hint of danger, while Dexter's imposing presence stood nearby, his emerald eyes gleaming with intrigue. Axel lounged with an air of nonchalance, his cynical grin playing across his lips. "Alright, Axel," Jezebel purred, her voice dripping with mischief. "It's time you spilled the beans. We know you have had a little tête-à-tête with our dear Abaddon. So, tell us, what is the deal with this woman who is captured his interest?" Axel chuckled, raising an eyebrow at their eager expressions. "Well, my dear friends, gather 'round, for I have a story to share." Jezebel's gaze held a challenge as she leaned in closer. "Axel, don't play games with us. We know you have talked to Abaddon about this woman. Now, spill the details." Axel's grin

The bustling streets of the city seemed to come alive as Melissa and I strolled along, our laughter blending with the urban symphony of honking horns and distant chatter. The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the buildings, painting a picturesque scene of life in motion. I felt a sense of exhilaration, a break from my routine that promised a night of fun and camaraderie. "So, what's the plan for tonight, Lia?" Melissa asked, her hazel eyes twinkling with anticipation. I grinned, glancing at my friend. "Well, I thought we'd start with dinner at that new Italian restaurant downtown. Then, if you're up for it, instead of Don’s club, we could hit that new rooftop bar and dance the night away." Melissa's excitement was palpable as she clapped her hands together. "Yes, that sounds perfect! A little wine, good food, and dancing – what more could we ask for?" As we turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a storefront window. My long black hair caught the sunlight in its