LES’ P.O.V My brother was already waiting in the driver seat of my sports car when I left my uncle's house. Knowing him to be a stubborn mule, I didn't bother arguing with him about switching positions. Once he says he wants to drive, there's no stopping him. I simply smiled to myself as I entered the passenger side. “You should consider buying your own sports car, brother.”“Nah, I like covet things I don't have.” He replied, causing me to chuckle. “And how was it?” James asked and my brows lowered in confusion. “How was what?” I asked, as he put the car in ignition and reversed out of the compound. “Your session with Iris.” He said as if he were asking about the weather. My amusement fades.“Dude, were you spying on us?” “You're not the only one who can hack cameras.”Annoyance flashed through me, making my bones tighten. “Tell me you didn't watch.”“What do you take me for, a perv?” He answered, “The moment I saw things getting interesting, I logged out.” When James noticed th

LES’ P.O.V Twelve Years Ago.I curled my hands into fists until my knuckles turned white. My feet barely made a sound as I stormed down the hallway to my father's office. I had trained my feet to barely make sounds especially when I needed to sneak up on someone and kill them. And right now, I felt like killing my father. If only I could…I didn't bother knocking before I threw open the doors to his office and marched in. When I came in, I found him sitting behind his great oak table, puffing on a cuban cigar, while having a conversation with two men.The moment he saw me, his eyes darkened and his face morphed into a scowl. Standing beside him was my younger brother who didn't look too happy. I looked at the two Russian men sitting opposite my father, and my anger intensified. “Get out.” I said, quietly. They exchanged glances before rising to their feet and scurrying out of the office without so much as a glance at my father. “What is this?!” My father queried in his thick Sicil

SERA'S P.O.V After I ended the call with Les, I felt tears pour out of my eyes. Feeling the need to talk to someone, I called my best friend to update her.“Oh my God, Iris. This is terrible!” Hilda said.“I know.” I sniffled, “but I have no choice. I couldn't save the last ones, but I can save these girls.”“I understand, my love, but that means you have to marry Masaimo and you swore you will not marry him.”“I know, but I have to.” I said, “I would have run away if it were just me on the line but my family is on the line and I can't put them at risk. Especially, when my father is sick right now. I can't put him through that.”“Of course, my love. I know but what about the baby?”I sighed, feeling the weight of my dilemma rest squarely on my shoulders. “That's why I need your help Hilda.” I took a deep breath and wondered about my decision. There's no other way about it. “I think I'm going to have to abort the baby.”__________________________________The next day, it took a while

IRIS'S P.O.V “He did what?” Hilda said just as I closed the door to the bathroom and went further in to hide my call. “Girl, it was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced. I didn't know Les could do that.”“Did you know he used to be an underground fighter?” I froze. “What?”“Yea. I've been asking around about his past from those who were present in those times. Turns out your boyfriend used to fight in cages in underground clubs and he won every single time. It's why he was nicknamed The Beast.”Overwhelmed by the weight of Hilda's information, I slowly sank to the clean, bathroom floor and crossed my legs. “He never told me that.” I whispered. “Well, maybe he was going to tell you later on, just don't be surprised when some things start coming up.”“I know.” I swallowed, staring at my own reflection in the mirror. “It's just…hearing something and experiencing it are two different things, Hilda. The Les, I experienced today was scary as hell. Imagine telling him about

LES P.O.VFather always did this. He always liked to challenge our mental capacity with his riddles but I had long since devised a way to decode them. I simply laughed to myself, as I stripped my clothes off and went into the bathroom. Once a week, the estate manager in charge of the building allowed cleaners in to keep the place tidy while under strict supervision so before I arrived, he had arranged for the house to be cleaned. I decided to run a bath but went against turning on the hot water. Instead, I stepped into the ice cold mass, biting back my wince as I sank lower until I was half lying and half sitting in the tub. I could feel the cold biting at my skin causing my bones to vibrate and my teeth to chatter. Leaning back, I rested against the edge and slipped a cigar through my trembling lips. Once it was lit, warmth began to fill me gradually. This ritual was taught to me by my father and had a way of making the brain more active and on high alert as it tries to find ways