Novel & Cerita The Canterbury Tales Miller

"The Miller family is the devil among men. Your ancestor is simply treacherous. Heaven and earth will not forgive him. The Miller family will be condemned by heaven and die without a burial place." An emaciated old dragon, with bones protruding, slammed the cage and roared, "The Miller family really has no bottom line. They set a trap to capture us and lock us in this place. That old fella sucked our blood for many years, which even the old devil in the demon world did not dare to do. The Miller family claims to be a well-known family. How dare they do such despicable things? It is really a disgrace to humanity. If you are so capable, then have three days and three nights of battle here! "

$214. The "Miller" life was failing. I couldn't even afford to be a waitress. I was an outcast, someone caught between a life that didn't want me and a world of labor that found me useless. I was a Thorne without a crown, a girl with a smeared reputation and soft hands that had never done a day of real work.

I asked, turning my head to look him dead in the eye. "Well, a little! Isn't Mr. Miller one of the most powerful men in this whole city?" I straightened my spine, sitting bolt upright. "Mr. Miller killed his own wife. He partnered with Gabriel's twisted mother and had Gabriel kidnapped and tortured... Should I keep listing out his sins for you, or do you get the picture?"

"Understood." Jareth turned back to the road, reaching down to take my hand. His grip was like iron—unyielding and safe. We walked out of the trees and toward the village, three figures in dark coats cutting through the gray rain. As we approached the Great Hall, I saw the guards at the door straighten up. They recognized me, and I saw the smirk grow on the face of the one on the left—a man named Miller who had once thrown a stone at me when I was twelve. But the smirk died the moment his eyes landed on Jareth.

He stepped in, and almost immediately, his gaze swept across the cafe and landed on Miller. Instantly, she froze. Feigning not to have seen her, he walked up to the counter, ordered an Americano, and left without looking over her shoulder. "Who was that?" Scarlet asked. She had noticed everything and it got her curious. Miller stood, brushing imaginary dust off her pants. "A part of me in my past life." She muttered, while Scarlet nodded. With her bag slung over her shoulder, she said, “I have to go, I still have a few threads to pull."

A girl who had been frail and sickly for as long as anyone could remember was now standing tall, looking him dead in the eye, and declaring her severance? "What did you say?" Mr. Miller growled. "I said, I am renouncing this family," I repeated, my gaze unwavering. Mr. Miller stared deep into my eyes, searching for a trace of fear, but met only a proud, pale blue glint that flared up beneath my lashes before vanishing. He let out a cold, contemptuous laugh. "Fine! You’ve certainly grown a spine today. Do you honestly think that once you walk out of the Miller gates—penniless, without a backup, and looking like a freak—you can survive for long in this city?"

"You shouldn't hesitate anymore, Mr. Fordham. Your health has always been bad. Ms. Miller is a member of Toxic Hive. she'll be fine!" As soon as he said that, a loud bang could be heard from the top floor.

Maybe he didn't know anything about what Timothy had said to her… "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Miller," she finally answered. James Miller turned to her with a cold smile on his haughty face, “Your dishonesty will only make things difficult for Timothy, but fine if that's what you want!” *****

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

I went and sat on the couch, then pulled him to sit on my lap. “Yes,” I said. There was no need to keep lying to him about it since everyone around us lately had been saying it. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before. The situation was a bit complicated.” He smiled. “Mr. Miller is a super amazing man. Too bad he’s going to die.” My mouth fell open. “What?” “Miranda and Kate said he’s cursed. His heart is freezing. Kate said that he’s getting sicker every day.”