All Chapters of Craving Mr Redd: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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41. Stop chasing

"She's asleep," Micheal said, stepping out from the private cabin.Carlos hummed, eyes closed as he listened to the soft hum of the private jet.They were heading back to New York."Do you think she'll talk?" Micheal asked, referring to the girl Makoto gifted Carlos.It's still a baffle how they still treat lives like goods, meant to be traded. Carlos almost forgot how crazy the Serpent could be."She would. Have the men prepared. We'll need to save the rest of them."Michael nodded with a hum. Carlos could hear the tightness in his voice. "I'm going to need to talk to Kyla," Micheal said after a while of silence.Carlos turned his head and looked at him.Michael went on. "She knows my girl more than I do. I just have a few questions for her. I hope you don't mind.""The Mike I know never chases a girl.""I know," Micheal sighed, ruffling his beanie. "She is just different from other girls, you know. I feel alive around her wild, bold self and sharp tongue. She is just perfect and im

42. Dealt

The next day...Kyla tried to focus on her work, but yesterday's scene kept gnawing at her.Could she have been too hard on Carlos?After all, she was the one who kept pushing him to the edge. He warned her, but she didn't stop. It was technically her fault, so why was she so mad about it?Even as he trapped her against the table last night, she still felt the heat and reminder of how he made her feel.She was the crazy one.Not him.At lunch Kyla received a call from Chelsea."Hey, Chels. Is your aunt back from Paris?" "Nope. I guess she is still chilling with my soon-to-be stepdad. Man got her brain all wiped out; she doesn't have time for her daughter anymore.""Sorry," Kyla muttered. "No need for the pity. I'm fine without her. I've been fine."No, she wasn't. Kyla knew how much Chelsea loved spending time with her mother before she suddenly wanted to get married to a man she met in Paris. A marriage Chelsea was against."Argued?" Chelsea went silent momentarily. "She is coming

43. mine to protect

CARLOSCarlos didn't move his gaze from the scene once. His car was parked across the street, hard to notice.Kyla had gotten back into the car and driven away while Aurora cried on her knees, her white dress soaked in red wine. She hadn't budged, and her face was streaked with tears.The reporters are in a frenzy, capturing every single moment. Their curiosity about Kyla seems to drive them crazy.Carlos pulled out his phone, making a call. In the next two seconds, he watched Aurora's manager pick up, voice shaky."S...sir...""She can stand now, and she should sin no more."He ended the line before she could reply. The manager did as she was told, then helped Aurora out of the media."Perhaps this is too much, Caro," Josie said beside him."Perhaps you should admit your matchmaking skills need to be honed. Or rather, you don't have the talent at all.""I scold her.""It wasn't enough," Carlos said, feeling his mother's eyes bore to the side of his face. "I know her. A simple word of

44. Imperfect men

Soft cries filled the room the moment Taylan opened the door. Misplaced furnitures, broken lamp, tissues scattered around the floor.He took a deep sigh and stepped in further, shreds pieces of bottles cracked under his shoes.Reaching her room, he pushed the door opened and then he sight her.Aurora cradled by the bed, face red and damped with tears. The air reeked of alcohol as bottle sorrounded her.Her bloodshot eyes met with his. "He broke it off" a guttural sob left her. "I did what he asked and now he doesn't what to have anything to do with me brother. I'm so fucked"Another wail left her, eyes tightly shut.Taylan walked to sit on the bed, elbows rested on his knees."I told you was never a good man. You don't listen" "I love him!" Aurora snapped. "I gave him everything. My world and probably my life for the last three years""And yet here you are" he said and she shot him a glare, then looked away. "I don't know what you and grandmother saw him""And I don't know what you

45. The mysterious accident

CARLOS It's been twenty minutes since Carlos sat listening to Kyla converse with therapist about her recent exercises, a sudden eye-opener of how this meant so much to her.Now he knew why she was so adamant and curious about his touch.In the middle of their conversation, Dr. Yuri would glance his way, and he knew the reason.They've met. Once."Miss Harper, if you don't mind, I would like to have a moment with your guardian," she said.Kyla glanced at him, hoping he wasn't uncomfortable. Carlos gave her an assuring nod and watched her leave.As the door shut, the air turned quite tense and uncomfortable. Dr. Yuri dropped her note and pen before taking a huge deep breath."I did not expect us to meet again, Mr. Redd. I hope you've been doing well.""I hope we skip the pleasantries."She cleared her throat, adjusting her glasses. "I must admit our last encounter was quite delirious, and that was due to how young and new I was in this profession back then, and you... Were just too muc

46. Benson's son

It's tempting. Kyla had thought of this as well. But Carlos, just his presence is enough to heat her up, yet since the day of the therapy, she hadn't set her eyes on him. He hadn't returned his call or text.Was he that busy to even talk?"Taylan is my friend, and I don't want to ruin that," Kyla replied, grabbing her bag. "We'll be late."Chelsea threw her head back with a groan. "Yeah, let's go meet my fucking soon-to-be dad that I might end up murdering.""Chels!"~~~~~~~As they drove to Mr. Benson's mansion, Kyla thought about what Chelsea said in the car and decided to reply to Taylan's messages, asking how her therapy went.Kyla: It was fine.Three dots bounced almost immediately as if he'd been waiting for her response.Taylan: Found a solution?Kyla: Not really? I thought you'd receive feedback from Dr. Yuri.Taylan: I don't meddle in something confidential. So I'd rather ask from you.Kyla almost smiled. Kyla: I'll give you full details soon.Taylan: Alright, Kay Kay. Mis

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The silence that followed was deafening. While Chelsea looked like she was about to lose her mind, Micheal was rather calm but obviously not expecting this as well."You two know each other?" Helen asked."Umm... No... Not really." Chelsea denied, clearing her throat. "We've crossed once, but it doesn't really matter. I'm just surprised he is your son."Michael's brows creased."Oh, I'm curious how you two encountered. Is this meeting of yours pleasant, because I would really love if you two got along with each other?"Before Chelsea could respond, Michael said. "Like she said. It doesn't really matter." He gave Chelsea a tight smile before walking to sit across. "Chelsea, dear. I and Ben suggest that you both should spend the night here. The guest room is set with whatever you need, and maybe we can all talk about the wedding preparation and go see my dress... Since the wedding is already close.""How close?" Chelsea asked, forcing herself to drink from her glass of wine."Next we

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Kyla insisted on helping Helen prepare breakfast. Since it was Sunday, Helen asked Benson not to bother the househelp on break.Surprisingly, Helen was great at cooking, and it was a good distraction helping her. With Josie, her god-grand-mother gone, Carlos absent, and a break with Taylan—her father's birthday weighs on her shoulders more than it should.She should be in the countryside, in that comfy apartment, designing every corner and making grand preparations.Her father always liked fireworks, so she'd buy a lot of them, and by night, they'd blast them together."I've been thinking, Kyla." Helen's voice broke her thought. "What if you come live with us? I know how tight you and your father were. It must be difficult. This mansion has many rooms, and one of them could be yours.""I appreciate your kindness, but I don't think that's necessary." "It still baffled me your father chose a stranger as your guardian. Does he think his only sister cannot take care of you?""Perhaps bec

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As Carlos drank from his glass of whiskey, his eyes met with Makoto's right-hand brute man, staring straight and cold into his eyes. He had his hands folded and hidden behind him.Carlos shot him a grin, raising his glass.And there was Nick, smirking at the corner. Carlos knew why. The laughter quieted."As promised, let's talk about the project, Mr. Lincoln." Makoto spoke, swirling the red wine in his glass, “You see, we aren’t merely in the business of flesh anymore. That part is old news. Anybody can snatch a girl off the streets, drug her, and sell her body for a few bills. But we… we have been building something bigger. Something eternal.”The lean brat nodded in excitement. "We call it Project Chrysalis. For years, our finest doctors, scientists, and handlers have worked in the shadows. The Serpents no longer want to just sell flesh. We want to manufacture it. Breed it. Shape it. Refine it.”Carlos stilled, his gaze darkening behind the glasses.The blonde chimed in. "We’re ex

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Reminder: Father's birthday.Those two words were enough to ruin the start of the day. It's the fifth time Elizabeth scolded Kyla for doing the wrong thing, which was unusual, considering her resolution of remaining the best intern of the year.Glances from haters made her skin crawl, but she already felt too exhausted to care. She hadn't slept a wink last night. Her memories with her father won't stop coming, and nothing has been good enough to distract her so far."The CEO requests your presence," Elizabeth called in the lab and left."Woo... Someone seems to be in trouble," one of her co-interns whispered."In trouble? I bet she will get past this considering her relationship with the CEO.""True. But her mistakes today had been glaring. Could they have had a fight?""Looks like her unbelievable charm ran out today."Kyla snapped a look at the two gossipers, ready to give them a snarky reply, but a deep voice beat her to it."Looks like we are going to be eliminating three interns

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