All Chapters of Rise of the Rejected; Bred by the Mafia CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Anna drove out of Nepher's mansion, her entire body livid with anger. The sheer audacity of the Red Tag. The expectation that she would execute a woman over Khaid's choice of career had sent her into a blind fury. A woman is dying because of a man's choice. How is that any of her business? She drove crazily fast, ignoring all speed limits, until she reached her favorite part of Belg City, a secluded mountain cliff.Since her teenage years, this cliff has been her go-to spot anytime she's sad. She would climb up the mountain, pushing her body to the limit. By the time she reached the top, the physical exhaustion would usually have dissipated her anger by 50 percent.She was getting used to the grueling ascent, but she still attacked the path with vicious intensity. By the time she reached the top, the fierce wind was already blowing diligently. It was 6:00 PM, and the fast-approaching sun was a brilliant orange disc hanging over the skyline. Her favourite sight of all time. Now, she do

Jerry walked out of the training room, his movements stiff and mechanical. He was moving like someone being moved against his will. Of course, he wanted to turn back. He wanted to run back into that training room and wipe away Elvira's tears and tell her was just teasing her. But he continued walking like a robot being controlled. He was buttoning his shirt now. He was heading somewhere outside, he desperately needed to put distance between himself and the scene of his monumental mistake. Between him and Elvira. He could still feel the phantom pressure of Elvira's desperate hug and her muffled, agonizing cries echoing in his head.“Maybe I shouldn't have kissed her. I shouldn't have told her I love her. Her life would have been normal while I love her from a distance” He soliloquized and bashed himself mentally. “It breaks my heart, but some things have to be stopped.” He repeated the mantra, trying to rationalize why he had walked away. He turned toward his quarters to take a cold s

BlueyAnna and I finished the light supper and gathered the dishes. “Thank you for these tasty pancakes. They soothed my taste bud” Anna admitted while I laughed at her expression. “You're welcome”I went into the kitchen with Anna trailing behind me. Don't tell me she's about to do what I'm thinking."No, no, Anna," I insisted, already pulling on the rubber gloves. "You are the guest, and you had that long drive. I'm doing the dishes"Anna laughed heartily. "And let you have all the fun? Fine. I'll watch you. Just so you don't use up all the hot water, little sister."We both laughed again. I quickly rinsed the dishes, scrubbing them until they gleamed. I rinsed them under the faucet and placed them on the plate rack to drain them of the water. “You know you could have used the dish washer right?” Anna beaned. She's getting more comfortable with me unlike her earlier stiffness.“And deny you the view of watching me wash the dishes? Nope. You should have seen your face lit up in wo

Anna entered the spacious lounge. She found Khaid sitting on a plush cushion chair, his focus absolutely on the laptop , his fingers furiously punching the keyboard on his laptop. The air hummed with his concentration."Khaid," she called softly.He looked up succinctly, his gaze sharp, and told her, "Sit."Anna sat down. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic, rapid clicking of Khaid’s typing. She didn't speak. She only stared around the familiar room. After a few minutes of silence, without hearing a word from her, Khaid stopped typing. He looked up, his brows furrowed in impatience. "Why did you want to see me, Anna?"Anna sighed. "I'm here for two reasons.""Spill it.""First," she began, a hint of plea in her voice, "I would like to kidnap your new Maybach ride for a little while."Khaid stared at her, the look on his face clearly saying, Seriously? You interrupted my work for a car?She clasped her hands together and started pleading with an exaggerated, puppy-dog face. “P

Bluey I was standing in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in my clothes. I had chosen something somber—dark trousers and a simple grey knit sweater—out of respect for Jasmin’s mother. My eyes were still a bit puffy from the night before, but the herbal tea I’d made for myself had at least settled my stomach.A rhythmic knock sounded on the door. "Come in," I called out.Khaid walked in, looking uncharacteristically relaxed in casual wear—a high-quality black hoodie and joggers that still somehow managed to look intimidating on his frame."Good morning," I muttered, focusing on adjusting my hair in front of the mirror.He didn't stay by the door. He moved across the room until he was standing directly behind me, our eyes meeting in the silvered glass. The height difference was glaring; I felt tiny shadowed by his silhouette. I felt comforted too."You know I can drive you down to the airport, right?" he said, his voice low and steady.I let out a long, heavy