Semua Bab Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation : Bab 91 - Bab 100

SARIAN I didn't get much sleep that night. Don Julio gave me the golden key and I sat by myself in the study staring at it after helping him get bandaged and into bed. I repeatedly rolled it with my fingers feeling the cool silky edges against my skin. Don Julio had had told me that he had found it buried in an abandoned school which once belonged to a mafia lord called Don Arturo.And my father had once told me about Don Arturo and if I could remember correctly, he told me a story about him.I didn't know why he told me that story but he said that Don Arturo had a family when others didn't want to, he was a good friend of my father's and one night ended everything and his men had dispersed and his gang was now defunct and maybe that was what Hugo was after. According to Don Julio, it could unlocked my father's safe which no one had ever opened. He said that the safe had been concealed behind a bookcase in a classroom that has been off-limits to anyone since Don Arturo's passing

SARIAN Smoke and fear filled the mansion. The once lavish ball fell into complete chaos as the gunfire ceased and Hugo's men were whisked away. As frightened visitors stomped over shattered glass and crushed pride, screams echoed through the hallways. Broken light was reflected onto bloodied tiles by swaying crystal chandeliers from the ceiling. The walls and curtains had holes on them.This was no longer merely a power struggle. This was more than a war and I was in the center of it all. The floor was painted with blood and each time I stared at it, mt heart raced . As Greta pulled him upstairs to safety the family doctor followed in her wake terrified at every turn. They claimed that although the wound wasn't as deep this time he had bled excessively. But then, his whole body was struggling. It was that night that I discovered that Don Julio had constructed an underground clinic in the mansion and two doctors came and attended to him.The mansion was strangely silent now as tho

SARIAN. Two days later Greta reached the island. My throat felt tight the instant I saw her leaving the boat. She appeared worn out and older than I had remembered but something about her presence made me feel better. She hugged me the same way. Warm, firm and motherly.She had a scent reminiscent of old books, lavender oil and security. I clung to it as though letting go would cause the ground to collapse. She had been more than a maid, more than the old limping lady in the mansion She was the first mother I had. She had really helped me in the mansion and cared for me more than a mother would. And I needed her more than ever right now. Julio hasn't spoken to her on the phone. The only thing is that we needed her eyes on something we discovered—something about me.She didn't ask any questions but I could see that she was curious. I was happy to see her and held on to her. She looked different without the maid's clothing and the make up. We led her to the study once we were i

Sarian.It happened so fast that no one saw it coming.Someone was sent to kill me, it was unbelievable as I stared at the porch which was covered in bloodstains. The assassin had crept in slowly but Don Julio was fast to silence him too.What was important was the quiet that ensued, the stillness that found its way in like smoke after a house has burned down. His guards dragged the body away as though it were merely an inconvenience, moving with mechanical efficiency. Another warning without a name. Another crimson-colored message from Catalina. My arms were folded around me to protect myself from the cold that seeped through the tall window I stood there. The sky outside shattered. At first the rain came in soft taps resembling tentative steps. And next, it became more difficult and louder. As if the heavens had finished keeping back. Julio entered through the front door wearing boots that left muddy footprints on the floorHe was soaked from the ocean air and his jacket stuck

SIMEON I had trouble falling asleep. I was sitting with my arms on my knees in the corner of the surveillance room and I was encircled by screens that now had meaningless blinking lights. The feed was devoid. And I didn't know if I should be happy or not. I had already started feeling a mad headache creeping up at the back of my head.Eve. Sarian. Whoever she waa. She had vanished. And I choked on regret before I could even say her name. The name sounded like a curse in my mind. She had been Eve to me. Soft, pretty, loving, a tiny flame concealed by wide eyes. And now I didn't know what to believe. If I was in love with Eve and hunting Sarian or hunting both or in love with both.But she was more than just a woman I admired. She was the girl I was supposed to track down. My mission had failed. And the worst part ? I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to obey my father this time around. I found myself thinking about the masquerade ball night. The estate of Don Julio. The masks, th