All Chapters of Runaway Brat: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cinthye kept staring at the image on her hands. Blinking repeatedly silently hoping that it was just created by the figment of her imagination otherwise she will be allowing herself to hold onto something that cease to exist, however, the face plastered on the photo despite that being a reflection it was still there. Her...father. "Nicholas tell me I'm seeing things." Cinthye whispered enough for Nicholas to hear. The room began to get colder. Thinking that maybe this is fate playing a sick joke on her. First, Damien and her mother. Now her father, was everything on her life supposed to be a lie? She hated every bit of it. The bitter taste of betrayal clinging to her taste buds longer than it should have. Now probably bringing more nightmares in her sleep. Nicholas being Nicholas he did not even exert effort to use his voice nor his words to gaslight herself. "Tell me you just edited this." Cinthye pleaded, forcing her fingers to stop trembling. Her heart couldn't take it, her eyes

The power came back, gunshots shattering the glasses and wrecking havoc in the art gallery. Guests crawling on the floor in fear and for cover. Security immediately rushing towards the exits. "Cinthye!" Cinthye almost gone deaf after hearing Nicholas yell through the earpiece. "Get down!" But before she could do that Victor wrapped his hand on her wrist, his grip too tight to leave marks on her skin. Realization hits her the charming agent vanished in one blink. No more warm smiles, pretending fatherly concern and anything in between. The traitor resurfaced. "You should have stayed out of my business." Victor growled through his teeth. Cinthye smiled sweetly and winked, slamming her stilleto heel onto his foot. "What the fvck?!" Victor cursed, his hand loosening. Cinthye twisted free quickly. "Thank you for the life lesson." Cinthye kicked his face with an axe kick. Gunfire erupted again, his men began to make a move like a dog finding it's owner. Not just bodyguards or event s

Cinthye's hazel eyes focused. Her calm composure gradually shattered by the news but she didn't let it. She had to collect herself together. She can't afford further loss. Damien standing next to her, his expression grim. "How many factions joined them?" Crisjean cleared her throat. "Seven ." then let out a sigh. Romnick muttered profanities under his breath. Aiva looked like she's ready to attack someone, which somehow makes it more worse than it is. Nicholas was indifferent and seems like he was expecting this. Seven factions is a large number. Seven powerful organizations was making their move to disarm them. One alliance of the opponents, it will eventually eliminate every member of the Stronghold. All of them aimed at the same target. Them. "The Stronghold is not gone. We, the people who are ready to fight and sacrifice whatever it takes to retain the balance of the underworld became the Stronghold itself. This is not merely a speech for reassurance. I know my negligence have

Damien stood looking at her clearly offended. Cinthye almost laughed at him, an explosion shook the entire building. She turned to Aiva who had a grin plastered on her face before running off. "That's my cue." Probably heading toward the armory like a woman responding to her epiphany. A crazy woman in a mission. Cinthye gave Damien a quick nod before heading to the eastern perimeter. Fire lit the area, gunshots slicing through the air and blood splashing everywhere. The Volkov banner charged forward, wave after wave enemies covered the location. Numbers more than a thousand. Romnick stood on top of the armored vehicle, his laugh booming through the chaos. "Cover your ears!" Then he launched a technology modified weapon causing a massive explosion. A minute later a hidden minefield erupted, earth flying along with the enemy vehicles launching into the air. Seven landed down the hillside wrecked and others vanish elsewhere. Romnick flipped his imaginary wig. "That's why I'm the bes

Later that night, the table is filled with the people of the three chambers. The upper, middle and lower chambers on their respective seat. The war council meeting commencement. The holographic table showcasing the whole reports, both written and spoken. Crisjean stood, her finger pointing several highlighted regions. "The Volkovs lost resources today due to the attack. As predicted they have conceded for the meantime preparing for another attack." Aiva smirked. "That's more I like it." "They also gained three new allies." Crisjean resumed rubbing the smirk off Aiva's face. "Bad." "We need reinforcements." Crisjean interested. Everyone agreed, the problem is evident. However the solution...was not. Then the doors clicked open the shadow matriarch entered. The members immediately stood in greetings for the head of the Stronghold. Not out of fear but our of respect. Her mother carried a thick folder. No one recognized it. "I