The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished.
Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. He was taller than six feet three inches, with a bull-like, muscular, and angular build, as well as prominent cheekbones, a prominent jawline, an elegant nose, and lips that were meant to be kissed. The most striking aspect of his face, though, were his silver-grey eyes, which had the angelic grandeur while perfectly capturing the essence of the living, breathing devil. enhances the shine in his black hair even more.It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward.His every step was confident and assertive, and as James followed, a group of people in black followed suit. He was tugging on his Rolex watch as James recited the schedule.The chauffeur reached forward to open the door of his black limousine. "I still suggest you take a break, boss." Jemes spoke. "For at least one day.""I am okay," Iden understood his concern, but working was the only way he could move forward... without her.The man worked like a machine, determined to defeat it, without even taking a proper nap.God knows what he was up to, even though he already has the right to be called the richest and most powerful man."Iden, please... let me go … forgive me … give me a last chance... ""I am… your uncle … your dad's cousin... you know I have a daughter ..what she will do if I am dead…" The man who called himself his uncle was kneeling on his knees with joined hands, pleading for mercy in a grave voice.Iden inhaled the intoxicating aroma of a cigarette before inserting it into his mouth. A cloud of smoke emanated from his mouth and vanished into the air.Iden hunched to his eye level, his forearm resting on his knee, and looking into his half-dead eyes. He spoke. "You can take a rest in hell … don’t worry.. your daughter … will be fine … " He smirk.The man drenched in his own blood kneeling down folding his hand in prey, sobbing he requested. "Then accept my plea...my last wish …"Iden raised his brows in amusement but permitted him with a scowl. "Speak""I...I don’t want to die in your hands." his expression painful. Breathing heavy and shallow, blood oozing every part of the body, still fearful.With a chuckle, a loud "thud" in the air exploded some droplets of blood on Iden's face, and Uncle dropped his head, blood dripping from the hole.Ahh… don’t get it wrong he didn’t kill him.The tattooed man with long hair tied behind his back, known as the most feared mafia, fired a bullet directly into his head, sending him to hell.His name was Kaito he was second in command and the world feared him. He was the leader of the mafia but the world did not know the mafia's leader also had a boss. "Boss..." "Now that Uncle John has died, who will lead the shipment of our arms?"Jack.." Iden answered Kaito as he strode out.It is not that he dislikes killing people, but he was not as easy as Kaito. Even the bosses of the underworld feared his methods. He was the "DEVIL," and his method was "EVIL" disguised as an angel. He was indeed an angel. But... death...the death angel that no one wants to face in their short life. This is what Kaito was thinking when he shot his uncle, his most trusted man.Last night his shipment carrying arms was almost rubbed by his opponents only because of a betrayal of his own most trusted man. Sitting in the car, he took the tissue and wiped the blood off his face and hand slowly. He threw red dabbed tissue. His muscular arms extended over his head, revealing his taut biceps. Putting one hand on his eyes he closed his silver eyes. Buthis baritone echoed in the silent car."Arrange the meeting. " "Yes, boss." Jemes nodded. ..........................................................................."Think again before making a decision, Mr. Weber." James suggested pushing the file towards the old man.With a smug smirk of mockery that even Cratos would not have after winning the fight. He stated. "I did what I said; I can only sell my shares to the M&D group. "You should have thought before rejecting my proposal. He fisted the wooden table, with conceit."Are you certain..." you can sell your share … even... now.??"A manly, throaty voice entered before the man. He sat down in the boss chair, his forearms resting on the wooden table, and looked at the man in mock mockery."Wha...what do you mean? "The old man's gaze fell on the documents. Using his aged, creased hands, he extracted the file. trembling.His eyebrows went down, and his eyes lost their boldness. With a slow motion, he put his hand on his left chest and fell to the ground.The share transfer documents bore his signature. They had previously fought over a thirty percent share, but the documents indicate that he now owns a hundred percent, including the shares held by the public and his partners.His forefathers' business was given to the Ruan family, Iden Ruan. But how did this come to pass? His signature was authentic when he did sign the documents precisely. The original document only had a change in the percentage of shares; all other terms and conditions were the same.He remembered that he had signed papers without reading them a few days prior to his son telling him he had bought a house in his name. Despite knowing that he was a gambler, he had total faith in him. As he took his last breath, his thoughts slipped away.Iden got up, smirked, flicked his suit, and turned on his heel to walk off."Boss, are we going to Mr. and Mrs. Stone's anniversary?"Before he clomped out, his footfall paused momentarily.Beyond black and white, there are other colors as well, such as grey. His eyes were the color of grey. He was revered as the king of the underworld, a prince in politics, and an emperor in business.A short-haired woman with a cute little face was lying upright on the couch, holding a novel in one hand and wearing a face mask. She was swaying in the air with both of her legs swinging out of the armrest. A lovely melody was playing in the background as a melodic voice filled the room.A brief moment afterward, she heard the door knock and a content smile appeared on her face. She placed her novel on the tea table and yanked out the mask as she strode to pull the knob, a confectionary smile spreading across her face. She dragged the person inside, but the visitor did not seem as pleased as she was. Ellaya jerked her hands from her grip, hurriedly entering the room, and barked at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her. Whetted. "I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile. "You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner. "I love my life, which is why I contacted you." "But, more than anything else, I beli
The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status. Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned away
"Sing with me, everybody.""Rock on."Rock the world!The crowd cheered."Rock the world."She jumped on stage. The masses jumped along side her. "Rock the world," she sang, pointing her microphone back at the audience, which had gone crazy with her. Her long, beautiful hair, adorned with various colors, hung in the air like a beautiful canvas.Her tall hourglass figure was tightly wrapped in black leather pants and a halter tank top with shimmery belts and jewels. Her confidence was palpable, as if she had been born to rule the stage. A group of beautiful women danced alongside her as her voice echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to go insane and dance like there was no tomorrow.When the music stopped, she bowed to the audience and walked back through the crowd, leaving Masses shouting her name. "Ellaya ""Ellaya ""Ellaya"Hooting, shouting, and deafening noises filled the concert hall.She confidently exited the stage, tossing her headbands and wristbands with each mo
"You recently returned from France and successfully took over your hometown's business. I am very proud of you, my son."Iden sat across from his father, who took a seat behind his study table."Iden, as a mayor, my job is not only to serve the nation, but also to encourage young people to get involved in politics. Every individual's first and most important duty should be to serve their country. Politics is not just a game for retirees; it is also the responsibility of young people. And I expect you to support me in the upcoming elections to help spread this message.Devid Ruan, Iden's father, puffed off the pipe and pointed at his son. The man exuded pride in his son. Why not? He not only loves and respects his family, but he was also an extremely talented businessman. Ruan Industries was the name he took to the top, where he could only think. His grandfather's name was Ruan. He had begun his company on a modest scale, and he and his father worked assiduously day and night to expand
"Thanks, Aaron. I am not sure what I would have done without you." Eva shut the car door and bent over to thank the man in the driver's seat."Anything for you, sweetie". He winks at her with a silly smile on his lips. "By the way, what happened to your rock star?"He inquired, looking at the woman walking towards the entrance. "Nahh! Nothing really, just met someone," she said, turning back to face her exciting figure. "May be more cavalier than she." They both laughed. "I need to leave now and see you later." She left."I think we should hold a press conference before releasing the video album 'broken,' what do you think, Ellaya?" Eva inquired as she viewed the newly edited footage."Yeh! of course , why don’t you ask the model of yours to deal with her controversies first. Or I will hold her accountable for the losses." Ellay spoke while typing something on her laptop."Ohh!! Come on, Ellaya, she is just a model; nothing will happen just because she enjoys being in controversies."
With the annoying sound of his cellphone Iden tossed aside the duvet and sat on the edge of his bed. Raking his hand through his dark black hair, he turned slightly to see a woman sleeping naked. He frowned slightly and pursed his lips.Last night, even after taking a cold bath, he could not get the women hunting out of his mind. He could not stop thinking about her purple eyes. He ended up drinking at the bar and bringing the woman to one of his hotels' suites. The woman approached him and told him her name, which he could not recall now. She introduced herself as a supermodel or actress, but he did not remember and did not care; all he remembered was thrusting her hard, thinking of a certain purple-eyed girl.He still had no idea who the girl was. Where did she come from? She appears to be insane, as no sane man would jump in front of a speeding car to save an errant dog. He stopped himself from sending his people to drag her into his office, fuck her hard, and then throw her out of
Hi everyone,I hope everyone is doing well. As I mentioned in the epilogue, the story revolves around an innocent, angelic girl and a devil reincarnated man.The story will soon take a turn because the past has begun to be revealed. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.I would appreciate it if you could devote more time to yours, share your thoughts, and rate the book. Only readers possess the true soul of a book and the strength of an author. Your thoughts and comments keep me motivated and confirm that I am on the right track in working hard to keep you entertained. I am working very hard to create a good plot with strong ML and FL.Thank you for your encouragement. Miss M
"Good morning, ma'am. Here's your black coffee without sugar.""Thanks, Martha," Ellaya said, taking a sip from her coffee. She moved out of the kitchen, holding a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, her full attention on her book. It was her habit to read her favorite novels with a cup of coffee. She loved to read romance novels and was adamant that fairytales come true, love is real, and one day she would meet her prince just like all those girls in books. She had just taken some steps when she heard some ecstatic and frustrated screams from one of the guests' rooms. She had no intention of knowing what happened, but the room was ajar, and her tentative gaze fell on the man and woman banging each other on the bed.It was her father, not her mother, but a girl of her age. She shook her head, stepping forward unseen.However, this was not the first instance. Since childhood, she had witnessed her father with multiple women. He enjoyed bringing them in at odd hours of the night.