Dmitri sits down on the coarse, wet ground as he feels his ears ringing and heart palpitating. Placing a hand over his thudding chest, he closes his eyes briefly and takes in a long breath in before exhaling it through his mouth. 'You can do it!' He tells himself as if giving himself a pep talk. 'For your Itzel!' With that, he stands up again and after one last deep, calming breath in, he starts running towards the entrance of the old, worn out warehouse where they must have kept Itzel. Dmitri knows for a fact that he has been keeping her here only as this is basically the base of all his kidnappings and shippings. For him, Alexeyv Dmitri is nothing more than a vile, cruel man! Even if he is his biological father! That man is the sole reason why Dmitri had to push his love away from him, thinking that if she stays away, he would spare her. But now, Alexeyv Dmitri has some other plans. He is set to use his Itzel for heinous crimes that would profit his illegal business! But, to hell i
It has been a whole week since Itzel got kidnapped, for real! Ruc had dropped her at the Singh mansion right away after rescuing her from that evil Alexeyv Dmitri. Itzel wanted to say it back to him at that very moment, she wanted to say 'I love you too, Ruc!' to him but something stopped her from saying so. Like some supernatural force had put a knot on her tongue. But she plans on saying it today! At first, Itzel was not sure if she should or not, thinking that then she would have to tell him everything about her 'condition' so as to convince him to forget her and be with someone else, as much painful and heart shattering it would be for her. But turns out that her ma had already told Dmitri everything just on the next day of her returning home. When Itzel confronted her by asking her why she did so, she simply told her that she could see how she was suffering from the inside by not being able to choose the right thing, which is to forgive Dmitri, tell him everything, and then be w
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This novel is original and a pure fiction. Every character in here is born of my imagination. Any resemblance to real name, person or event is purely coincidental. Enjoy reading!)*Ding, Ding, Ding* The dinging sound of the large wall clock catches her attention, causing her to open her almost droopy eyes quickly. She sits up straight on the big plush L shaped couch and looks at the clock which tells her that it is midnight now. With a loud and tired sigh, she gets up and goes out to stand in the balcony and starts looking down ahead at the alleyway. Desperate! This is what she is feeling now as she is waiting for her husband to come home. When after waiting for five more minutes, she could not see any car coming down the alleyway, she goes back inside and pulls out her phone before sending a quick text to her husband. 'Ruc, where are you?' -Itzel. After sending the text, she waits for another five minutes but still did not get any reply. As always! But she decides to
"Dmitri!" A baritone voice calls him out and he immediately switches his attention towards that voice and finds his boss standing there. Mr. Black! He is a man in mid fifties, with graying hair and a slightest bit pot belly. Bowing a little, Dmitri greets his boss."Good morning, Mr. Black!" The man only nods curtly before telling him to follow him into his office. After reaching his office, he lets Dmitri sit on the chair right across him and gives him a file to go through. As Dmitri looks over the given file, his eyes hold shock. "Mr. Black, why are you showing me this file?" He knows just how stupid this question of his must be sounding, but he could care less about it right now as he has to clarify as to why he is being given this case. Being a hitman may have its perks but sometimes, it is just a pain in the ass! Like right at this moment! "What kind of question is that, Dmitri? You are here for your job, and this is your job! Your next job!" His boss tells him authoratively not
The delicious smell of butter roasted chicken hits the nostrils of Dmitri, causing his mouth to start watering. It has been a whole day of him staying in the Singh mansion now. Now, it is six in the evening and he, being the butler in this mansion, supervises the cook on what all to prepare for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Breakfast and lunch were just plain and boring for him as he had to do all the butler work without having anyone to motivate him. Well, by motivation, he means his Itzel! He just longs to see Itzel! And, there is still no sign of her in the whole house. The whole afternoon, he was sneaking in and out of Mr. Singh's home office, in hopes of getting his hands on something that would be the proof if he is innocent or not. But to his bad luck, he could not find any such thing in there. Mr. Singh appears to be a real clean businessman, but he can't be so sure about him now that someone has put a hit on him, and for some serious matter. Not to say, Dmitri will keep looki
"Mhmm.." A moan escapes Itzel's lips when she feels something furry brush against her skin. Slowly, opening her eyes and then squinting them to adjust to the morning light. And the first thing that comes into her sight is the butt of Ginger. "Argh!" Groaning lightly, she picks her up in the air making her face towards hers. "What is it, Ginger?" She asks to which she meows loudly and she understands what her problem is! Ginger is hungry! She tilts her head to the side glances at the clock on the nightstand and finds that it is already twenty past nine in the morning. Uh, oh! She has slept a lot today. Not that it matters to her in any way though! Now even her parents have stopped bothering her, thankfully. Putting Ginger down on her bed again, she rubs her eyes to get rid of the sleepy haze left in them. Then something comes into her mind...yesternight, she saw Ruc in her dreams! But why? Why after long two years, he is coming into her dreams again? It has been a long ago since she h
The loud music blasts through across the room, and to this, dances Itzel in a very wild and sultry way. Not that anyone is right here to see her dance that way! Not all the time can she feel this carefree and light. So, she is enjoying every bit of it till it lasts, without any disturbance. Because she is well aware that when her mother will feel agitated by the sound of her loud music, she would definitely come into her room and for her to stop it right away. And as Itzel has expected, the door to her room creaks open. With a sigh, she turns off the music and whirls around only to find...not her mother, but their new butler, Mr. Taylor! What? What is he doing here? It can't be that he would have heard the blaring loud music! Because he stays on the ground floor, and her parents stay on the first. So, it could have been possible that her mother would have told him to come here and tell her to turn it off? Maybe? "What is it, Mr. Taylor?" She asks him in a rather pissed tone. Yes, she
The door of her room creaks open just a bit slightly, and through that small crack, Itzel pokes her head out as if peeking around her discreetly. After making sure that no one is around at this moment, she takes a step out and tiptoes towards the staircase. When she finally reaches downstairs, she again hides herself behind a thick pillar and looks for the presence of anyone but finds none, which is kind of weird! She knows that her parents and brother would not be a problem since her father and brother are not home yet and her mother is maybe fast asleep, taking her beauty nap. It is only four forty in the evening. But other than them, not a single servant or maid is here right now, which is quite unusual. And not even that nosy and irritating butler, Mr. Taylor is here! For that, she can be thankful though! Not giving much thought it much, she dashes towards and out of the main door. But what she fails to take notice of is that her nosy Mr. butler, Dmitri, is keeping a hawk eye on h