Semua Bab Rise of the Rejected; Bred by the Mafia CEO: Bab 61 - Bab 70

“I will not marry him, father!”“You think I care about your opinions?” MetroPaul's thick laughter echoed in the room. “It is my decision and it is final”The air in MetroPaul’s private study was thick with the smell of expensive whiskey and smoke emanating from the pipe in his grasp. Elvira stood in the center of the room, her silhouette sharp against the dark wood paneling. She wasn't backing down. She stood like a soldier at alert."I am not getting married to anyone anytime soon," she said, her voice a cold, steady blade. "And definitely not someone you choose. A man as old as you? No. Never."MetroPaul scoffed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You should be thankful. My friend said he isn't interested in young blood anyway. He just got married recently and can't deal with the drama.” He laughed like a maniac. “It’s his son who will be marrying you."“Neither am I marrying the father nor the son, not even their entire generation, father. My no remains no!” Elvira snapped.

Khaid's Residence “Boss” Kael bowed as Khaid approached Bluey's room. Four guards were hovering at the entrance and the medical team were rushing in with first aid boxes and a stretcher. Doctor Lin rushed in behind them.“What's going on, Kael?” Khaid stood at the entrance. His gaze was dark and hard as he looked at the medical team inside the Bluey's room.“The gunshot alarm went off and we traced it to Bluey's room. The maid that was cleaning was hit. It was a clear shot. Long range but precise”“Anything on the bullet? Any traces?”“It is surprising that there is none boss. I've never seen a bullet like that”“Which is why you should f*cking look it up! No one hit my staff in my house and get away with it”“On it boss”“Out of the way” The medical team yelled to the guards as they wheeled the lifeless-looking maid out of the room. Doctor Lin came out with his white coat smeared with blood. He walked over to Khaid and bowed.“Spill”“We lost her. It was a direct and precise shots

Jane sat propped up against the ornate mahogany headboard, her body wracked by a violent, hollow cough that seemed to shake her very soul. Each breath she took was a struggle. It was like a raspy whistle that echoed in the silent room. Her personal maid rushed in, face pale with worry, clutching a bottle of water and a crystal glass.She knelt by the bedside, her movements frantic as she poured the water. “Here is the water” Jane reached out, her hands shaking uncontrollably, the veins beneath her translucent skin appearing like thin, blue threads on old parchment. She took slow, painful gulps, the water barely soothing the raw heat in her throat.When she finished, she handed the cup back and sank deeper into the pillows. “Thank you” Her face was a shadow of its former regal self. Her cheekbones stood out sharply against her pale skin, and her eyes which were once sharp and commanding were now hollow and distant, clouded by a weariness that sleep couldn't fix. She looked like a mas

Nepher's Residence The house was swallowed in a heavy, expensive silence when Nepher finally walked in. He was draped in a simple black tunic, his presence as dark as the fabric he wore. The tunic was stained with what looked like a splash of blood. His face was etched in a cold, impenetrable seriousness that made the air in the sitting room feel thin.Jane was sitting in a heap on the velvet couch, her frail frame nearly swallowed by the shadows. She wasn't fazed by the blood traces on his tunic. She had seen worse. She watched him advance, expecting a glance, a nod or anything. But Nepher moved with a singular focus, intending to pass her by as if she were just another piece of the high-end furniture."Welcome, Nepher," Jane whispered, her voice a brittle thread.He didn't stop. He only mumbled a low, unintelligible response, his boots clicking rhythmically against the marble as he headed for the stairs. He reached the foot of the staircase, his hand hovering over the railing, read

Khaid's Suite…8amThe morning light flooded Khaid’s master suite, reflecting off the polished marble floors that Agnes was meticulously scrubbing. The room was a temple of minimalist luxury, so quiet that the rhythmic swish-slosh of her mop sounded like a heartbeat.Suddenly, the sharp trill of her phone shattered the silence. Agnes jumped, nearly knocking over her bucket. She looked around stealthily, her heart racing. The Boss doesn't tolerate calls during work hours. She ducked behind a velvet armchair and hissed into the receiver."Hello? I’ve told you not to call me during work hours!"A rough, mocking scoff vibrated through the speaker. "I am your husband," the voice boomed, thick with entitlement.Agnes exhaled, the tension leaving her shoulders only to be replaced by weariness. "What do you want?""Why do you make every call sound like a demand?" he countered. "I just decided to check on my wife. How is work going?"Agnes’s eyes lit up, a small, hopeful giggle escaping her. It