Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Innocent Sera: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Her shift had ended, but before heading home, she went up to the terrace to spend some time alone. The golden hues of the sunset held her gaze when, a few minutes later, Giovanni arrived. "So are you coming to the excursion?" Giovanni asked, tilting his head. The curiosity in his eyes suggested he truly cared for the answer. "I am not sure," she replied, her voice quiet. A distant look was in her eyes as she stared far off. "You should come if you ask me. The old folks here specifically asked for your name on the list. They're really eager for you to join," he revealed, looking down at her with a gentle smile. She looked over at him. "And how do you know that?" she questioned, her eye narrowing slightly in doubt. She was convinced he was lying. Her presence and absence didn't matter to anyone. No matter how hard she tried, she was always the one left in the background. "I made the list. Your name was the first one they asked me to add," he answered, shrugging. She was surprised t

He had acted all sigma in front of her, but only he knew the torment within. His bowel system hadn't stopped doing acrobats since the moment he consumed that infernal dish. It was beyond him as to how did she even conceive such a diabolical idea. Vixen. That's some way to torture someone- no weapon needed, just the dish is enough. He stepped out of the bathroom holding his stomach, worn out. He had spent the whole night shuffling in and out of the bathroom, not getting even a wink of sleep.None who wronged him had lived to see another day. Those who so much as scratched him carried scars far deeper in return. His vengeance burned hotter than the flames of hell itself. And yet.... she was alive. He suffered yet she lived. He had no idea what was happening to him. Why was he being so lenient with the girl who had rejected him so blatantly? A profound mix of hurt and anger had crashed through him. The sting of rejection still lingered, sharpening in quiet moments. He didn't forget the d

As if having sensed his anger, the world around them fell into complete stillness. The birds stopped singing, the leaves ceased their rustling, and even the air seemed to hold its breath. All she could hear was the faint rush of the stream in the short distance and her pounding heartbeat. She caught the annoyance filling his features before he pulled away and sat up, his shoulders locked with growing tension. A flicker of unease stirred within her as she mimicked his action. His face was turned away from her."Get up. We are leaving," he muttered irritably before getting up. She quietly got to her feet.Without sparing her so much as a glance, he began walking towards the gate. Sera exhaled a small sigh. She knew he wouldn't agree. He was a cruel, heartless monster. Expecting humanity from him was akin to expecting warmth from ice. It's against his nature.She reluctantly sat down in the passenger seat, dread twisting in her guts. She feared him more when he stayed quiet instead of l

Dave punched Nate hard, making him stagger backward. Nate calmy wiped the blood trickling from his split lip, ready for his another blow. Dave didn't hold back, he knocked him over several times but Nate didn't retaliate. "You deserve even worse than this," Dave spat, fixing him with a hateful glare. "You should know better than to touch her," Nate responded, drawing out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. Dave had managed to put some bruises across his face. "She was crying," Dave answered, staring into the sky stretching wide before the glass window. Dae exhaled a sigh before turning towards him. "Don't you think you're going too hard on her? She is just a child," Dave asked, frowning in disapproval. "She isn't a child," he stated. That was all his response. "Why are you here?" he asked, fed up of his habit of ignoring his questions. Nate ignored his question again. But his silence was the answer. "It's her," Dave figured, disbelief lacing his voice. Nate clenched

His gaze flicked to the clock for the umpteenth time, its slow ticking grating against his patience. If only he could fast-forward time, skipping the agonizing wait until the day she returned. He resisted the urge to smash the damned clock and rose to his feet. The firm strikes of his shoes against the cold marble echoed in the silent room as he made his way towards the window. A sea of lofty, illuminated buildings decorated his vision. Being rich was all about getting the best of lot. The best spot, the best view, the best treatment. The view was breathtaking, yet it failed to draw him in. His gaze drifted to the north. The place she had gone to was in the north, precisely 3 hours away from here. There was no way he could see it from here but still, his eyes lingered in that direction. He let her go so that he could clear up his head and think straight for once. He was the heir to the world's most powerful mafia family—how the hell could he let a girl mess with his thoughts? He had