Semua Bab His kingdom His Rules : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The fire crackled and hissed in the hearth as Mr wither paced his study, seething with rage. His wife, Mrs Wither, sat opposite him, her face pale and drawn. "She is a disgrace to our family," hissed Mr wither his voice laced with venom. "She is ugly and disgusting,she has always been a jinx, she has done nothing but bring misfortune to us." His wife nodded silently, her own heart heavy hatred."I think it's time to get rid of her, I am tired of looking at her demon eyes?" she said quietly. “We can't kick her out of the house, people would see us as irresponsible parents. I promise you we will get rid of her soon” Mr Wither answered his wife. The Wither family concluded on getting rid of their younger daughter Allison wither..................Allison sat in her room, drowning in her own self pity, her life was a mess, she was constantly bullied because of her Heterochromia. She was pale with long blond hair, her left eye was ocean Blue while her right eye was amber green, it got her

The auction house fell into a chilling hush as the tattooed man approached Mr. Tristian, the tension thickening with each ominous step. The audience watched in breathless anticipation as the man stopped before the slaver, the silence screaming of untold dangers. Allison's eyes darted between the two, a single whisper escaping her trembling lips, as if to plead for mercy or solace. But the words were lost in the deafening silence, as the tattooed man and Mr. Tristian engaged in a hushed exchange, the cruel masters of Allison's fate. Blinded by the suffocating blindfold, Allison stumbled forward, each step a reluctant surrender to the cruel fate that awaited her.Mr. Tristian, the slaver, led her towards the mysterious man whose presence radiated a bone-chilling aura. The tattooed man, a picture of darkness and dread, loomed over Allison as Mr. Tristian delivered his cold-hearted proposal: “This is a new girl. Untrained. We beg for your understanding, Sir, should she fail to meet yo

Romario’s POVI sat in the leather chair, its soft embrace a stark contrast to the harshness of the man before me. A dead body lay on the ground, blood slowly seeping into the cracks of the floor."You've failed me," I said, my voice low and deadly. "And now you will pay for your mistake.”"Please, Mr. Romario. Please, have mercy," the man stammered, his eyes wide with fear. But I felt no mercy for those who crossed me. It was a rule I had instilled in my men from the moment I took the reins of the family.I rose to my feet, my tailored suit a silent reminder of the power that coursed through my veins. "Mercy is for the weak, Luca. And you are weak. Weakness will not be tolerated in this family."With a flick of my wrist, Luca's fate was sealed."Ken!" I barked at my second-in-command, my voice laced with disgust as I gazed at the worthless blood spreading across my tiles. "Clean up this mess, now!"Just then, my servant rushed in, phone in hand. "Boss, a call for you."I snatched the

The room fell silent, with all eyes on me, and I understood their shock. As someone who doesn't care about anyone outside of my family, my actions seemed suspicious, to say the least. I continued eating my dessert, unfazed by the attention.My dad cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We all know Mario is very possessive of his properties," he said with a scoff, and the room erupted into laughter. Jose nodded in agreement, chuckling. "I remember when he was 12, he beat up the boy who asked Namiro to be his friend." The laughter grew louder, but Leonardo's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression disbelieving.I smirked at him, pleased that his smile had disappeared. "So, you guys are just going to ignore this?" Leonardo asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Doesn't it seem suspicious to you?" He glared at everyone, but they just continued laughing and chatting, brushing off the incident as irrelevant."Come on, Leo, don't be ridiculous," Namiro said, her voice laced with anno

The words I just heard made me feel tense and lost. My mother, who we all thought was dead, was back. And I knew she wanted revenge. My mother, from the powerful De Luca mafia family in Mexico, was forced into an arranged marriage with my father. It was a union built on duty and responsibility, not love. She had betrayed the family by falling in love with someone else, and my father friend, Jose, had shot her in the chest after killing her lover."I know you're shocked, but I had to warn you, your mom has gone crazy," my dad announced, his voice trembling as he took shaky steps upstairs.I sat frozen at the dining table, unable to move. Then, my phone rang. I hesitated, seeing an unknown number, but I picked up anyway. "Hello, my betrayal son," my mother's voice said, her words dripping with malice. My heart stopped. I heard her mocking laughter. "I'm going to make sure you all suffer as much as I did." She promised, her voice cold and calculating, before ending the call.I felt shive