Two people who meet at an unexpected time. Both have hidden secrets, Both have different roles, Both have different identities. What will happen if both of them get married? There's any possibility of knowing the hidden secrets of each other? Know their different roles and skills, even identity? But the real question is, Is there any possibility that the word love will exist in their world?
Lihat lebih banyakIt was already December so the weather was cold. The breeze was slightly penetrating through my bare face which made me shiver and I couldn’t help but put my hands with gloves on my face. The neighborhood also was already so quiet. I can’t blame them though, it was already 11 p.m. and I am still here walking on my way home alone. The good thing about this is that I already ate at a dinner meeting earlier and decided to just walk because my house is just a walking distance from the hotel where we held our dinner.
A few moments later, I immediately stopped on my track when I saw a suspicious man in black ahead of the road. At first glance, he was just someone who was walking slowly while approaching where I was.
I observed the man and I knew at first that he wanted something from me since he was wearing a mask all over his face, a hat, black long pants, boots, jacket, and even gloves. All of them are black which looks like he was attending a funeral, definitely not mine, of course.
"What do you need?" I asked boringly which made him stop a few meters away from me.
He just sneered instead of answering my question. Maybe, he thought that I would be scared of him, no way!
"I want to take you because you are the key to destroying him." He replied using a robotic voice. I frowned at what he said. Is he on drugs? Do I look like someone who easily gets bullied?
I rolled my eyes, "Who's him?" I asked confusingly, but the idiot just looked at me silently and didn't answer me again.
I heaved a sigh and looked at him coldly, "You can't get me." I mumbled and ran to punch him in the face. Because I was a little faster than him, he couldn't avoid it and fell to the ground.
I added a series of blows to him until I saw him being limp on the ground. I took his mask and saw a man who was only in his mid-30’s panting while some blood was flowing from his mouth.
My eyes darkened when I figured out something, "Did they send you? Then, I won't let you succeed, you bastard!" I mumbled coldly to the lying man.
I was about to stand up when someone stabbed me in the neck so I immediately froze. Damn! Did he inject a sleeping drug on me? Bullshit! What should I do now?
I tried not to fall asleep because I'm not sure if I’m still alive or if I'll still wake up later once they get me.
"Don't force yourself anymore because there's nothing you can do about this situation. After we destroy him, we will kill you after." He said, which made me gritted my teeth in anger while fighting the drug on my body. I hissed, if I could only stand now, you would be beaten to death. Unfortunately, I was a little drunk earlier and I was tired so my senses weren’t a bit good.
I opened my eyes uneasily and the man approached me slowly as I could feel the effect of the thing he injected me with. What do I do now? My body starts to get heavy as well as my eyelids.
I clenched my fist and saw him squatting in front of me. He was about to touch my face when another man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stabbed him in the back. He is wearing a mask on his whole face, a leather jacket with black combat boots, black long pants, and black gloves. I don’t know what to feel at the moment since both of them aren’t familiar with me. The man who was about to kidnap me earlier fell to the ground with a loud ‘thud’ as it became cold just like the breeze around us.
However, the man who hit that idiot quickly approached me and hugged me. I even forget to struggle due to tiredness and the effect of the drugs. Nevertheless, I feel rather strange because I feel comfortable in his arms even though this man wasn't that familiar to me.
"Damn! Your safe now wife. Cursed that fucking organization who usually plays dirty." He mumbled angrily which somehow I couldn’t hear anymore. I am just hearing things or I heard some worry and panic from his voice? However, I still noticed the coldness in his tone. He picked me up without any difficulty as I really couldn’t take it anymore. I'm starting to faint.
"Sleep now, my love." He coldly mumbled again as I closed my eyes and felt something warm planted in my forehead. That was the last thing I remember before I was eaten by darkness.
ICE’S POV:"Mommy!" I heard History's excited voice echoing through the house, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew he, along with his dad, Iciest, and his brother, Chronicles, were eagerly waiting for me and our little angel, Legend. With a fond shake of my head, I anticipated History's imminent arrival in the room that Iciest and I shared.I glanced at my 2-year-old daughter, her vibrant violet and green eyes meeting mine. She had inherited those striking eyes from me. Gently, I dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, carefully placing a delicate white flower tiara on her head before braiding her hair. It was a marvel to think about the journey that had led to this point—after everything that had transpired, the unexpected gift of another baby had caught Iciest and me by surprise. Recollecting a past conversation with my two older children about their desire for a third sibling once their parents reunited (which, unbeknownst to me at the time, referred to me and Iciest), I had decid
ICE’S POV:As my arms encircled him, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. It was clear that his façade was cracking and that the tough exterior he tried to project was giving way to the pain he held within. I gently turned him to face me, his tear-streaked face a testament to the battle raging inside him."It's going to be alright, brother," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. I held his gaze, willing him to believe my words. "Your sister will not leave you again." His eyes, usually so guarded, seemed to soften with a glimmer of hope as our connection deepened.Yet, as we stood there locked in our embrace, something shifted in Grayson. His defenses crumbled, and the floodgates he had erected against his feelings began to open. The sound of his sobs, raw and heartbreaking, reached my ears, and I felt a pang in my chest. This was his pain, his vulnerability laid bare, and I was honored that he chose to share it with me.Tears welled up in my
ICE’S POV:Guns were drawn, tension hung thick in the air, and it seemed like a standoff was about to erupt, but amidst the pointed weapons, only Zia and I stood without weapons, locked in a chilling gaze. With a wry smile, Zia's voice slithered forth, her words carrying a mocking tone: "Well, isn't this a cozy gathering? Traitors' offspring all grown up. What a delight."My response wasn't as amusing as hers. I fixed her with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why drag me, my brother, and those who matter to me into this? What's the point of involving us in the tangled mess our parents made that wasn’t our problems in the first place?"Zia's laughter rippled, a bitter melody in the midst of the charged atmosphere. She fired back, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to roll out the red carpet for you just because your parents are the culprits and it doesn’t include you?"I didn't grace her question with an immediate ans
THIRD PERSON’S POV:On the other side, "Calvin, Travor, and Kiana reached the main entrance, spotting guards converging on the control room."Calvin whispered, "We're not too late. Let's go."They engaged the guards in a swift and calculated skirmish, taking them down one by one with a combination of martial prowess and precision.Travor took down a guard as he whispered, "Marcus and Jerry must be in trouble. We have to hurry."Kiana knocked out a guard as she mumbled, "Agreed. Let's clear the way."On the other side, Alfer, John, and Daryl pressed forward, their movements fluid as they navigated the dimly lit corridor.Alfer checked the corners as he mumbled, "Keep pushing. We're almost there."Suddenly, a group of guards rounded the corner, spotting the infiltrators.John smirked as he mumbled, "Looks like we've got a welcoming committee."Daryl cracked his knuckles as he muttered, "Let's give them a taste of our skills."A fierce battle ensued as the infiltrators clashed with the g
THIRD PERSON’S POV:The group wasted no time, moving with calculated precision. Zee sat hunched over a bank of monitors, fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code scrolled across screens along with Taylor.Arthur leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the surveillance feed showing the imposing structure of Zia's base across the street. Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them.Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter."Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises."Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working."Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtua
ICE’S POV:Inside, an ensemble of guards stationed throughout offered their respectful greetings. It was a familiar routine, and their commitment to our children's protection never wavered.Venturing deeper, we were met with a heartwarming sight. On the couch, our two children were engrossed in their tablets, undoubtedly lost in the world of their game company—an endeavor they had taken upon themselves.My throat gave a subtle cough as we entered their line of sight. In response, their heads snapped up in a mixture of surprise and sheer delight.The room was alive with a sort of controlled chaos. I watched as History hopped off the sofa with a reckless enthusiasm that sent a pang of worry through me. His father's voice, laced with pure concern, rumbled like a soothing undertone, "Be careful, baby!"Chronicles, his older brother, didn't hold back either. His words came out in a stern, almost icy tone, but beneath that frostiness, concern flickered like a hidden flame: "Slow down, Histo
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