Last chapter's continuation Nora was angry; so angry that she felt like beating the hell out of Alvin at that moment. So the reason he stopped her was because he wanted to say she forgot her bag? She suddenly pushed his hands off her and walked to the car with anger. “The doors are locked,” Alvin calmly stated. “I locked them with the key.“ He brought up the key for Nora to see, just for emphasis. “Then freaking open it!“ Alvin walked up to her. For some strange reasons, something in his head didn't want her to leave, even though that was probably the best thing to do. She couldn't work for him now, anyway. But maybe she could serve another purpose. “Are you going to open the door or not?“ Nora asked. “Or you want me to leave the bag for you?“ In her mind, she was wondering who she hated most between David and this guy. Alvin sighed. “You earlier said you won't let me slip away from your hold.“ “That was before your father came and said to my face that I'm foll
Nora's POV It was 3p.m. when I got to the start of my street, probably because I stopped at a mini-bar and had a few drinks. I could barely feel myself. The air that surrounded me was tight and hot and intense. I heard some children whispering around me as I walked. “Is she drunk?“… “Do you know her?“… and: “She looks familiar” were the few words my ears could catch. I wonder how I looked right now. I'm not sure I can safely make it to my apartment. I might as well crash on the road and wait for the cold hands of death. Drinking had never been my thing; I should have remembered that before I decided to take a “few drinks”. I was already regretting my actions just as I know I would. Maybe I shouldn't wait anymore. I should probably go to the Scorpion Mafia base in California and look for Raven myself—at least death will be quicker that way. I eventually managed to stagger home, and with my hazy gaze saw a face that looked familiar. Catherine ran to me. “Oh Nora! Where
Last chapter's continuation… Nora's POV I woke up to the sounds of two people's laughter. Weird. Catherine never brought anyone to the house. I felt weak. There were so much pains on my legs and hands like I was beaten in my dreams. My head felt heavy, and I suddenly knew I developed a migraine. I slowly got up from where I laid on, and realised with a pang that I was still in the business suit. Why hadn't I… I heard voices coming from outside, and suddenly got a recollection of everything that happened. “That woman,” I muttered. “Catherine said she is my mother.“ I soon realised that I wasn't on my bed but on the big cushion in the sitting room. Jesus! Did I really go unconscious for the second time today? I stood up from the cushion entirely and went outside. My gaze fell upon the woman and Catherine seated across each other, laughing cheerfully while playing cards. I suddenly clenched my fists in anger. What was this woman doing here? And why does Catherine f
Author's POV Forty-five minutes after his father called, Alvin arrived at the Pineapple villa. It was Mr Miller's most expensive building out of the hundreds he owned. And since Mr Miller was a big lover of fruits, he named all of his houses and villas with hundreds of fruit names—so much that Alvin couldn't keep track and was eventually given a special tab by him that gives the location of all the houses. This particular one was so big that it would fit into a half stadium. And the security level is higher than the one in America's white house. Alvin drove his Lamborghini into the Villa, and stepped out with unexpectedly calm features. He wasn't wearing a mask; since nobody here can ever faint if they saw his face. He started walking to the building and soon got an irritated face with the way some of the men were bowing and greeting him. There were four swimming pools in the Villa, and Alvin passed the first one before getting to the wide golden door that led inside the bu
Author's POV Monday night was cool with a nice breeze, and unusually noisy as the people of Los Angeles were in and out of their houses doing stuff and enjoying the night. Nora could hear the sounds of a guitar as she lay on her room bed, and she sighed in frustration as the guitarist was playing a song that added to her sadness and anger. She had come back to her room right after Priscilla left. Catherine had gone out with her car, obviously not comfortable with the current mood that was radiating in the house. It was left for Nora to decide what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to get up and take a stroll alone to see if it'll calm her down but she was almost too weak to even get up from her bed. Why are bad things always happening to her? Who did she offend? Is there any other person in the world that is in a situation worse than hers? Nora opened her phone, going to her contacts to see if there was anybody she could call. None. She won't shed a tear; she prom
Nora had come into the club twenty minutes after Alvin did. And she had consumed a couple of drinks and taken a chance on the dance floor. Now, she was at the bartender's rail again. She was drunk and talking about her past work experience with the male bartender. Nora held the bottle of one of the most expensive drinks in her hands; it had taken her whole income to buy it. She was drinking directly from the bottle and chatting with the enthusiastic bartender while throwing back her hair and laughing. And suddenly, a rugged and drunk-looking man comes to the chair and grabs her ass. Her eyes widened in shock and she hit the bottle on her hand to the bar rail. And without wasting time, Nora took his shirt in her hands and leaned up to hit his forehead with hers. The man staggered back at the contact, but returned almost immediately and slapped her across the cheek. Nora raised her right leg to kick him but the man held it in the air and dragged her closer to him, bending
Monday night was busy for Raven, because he had more of his step-siblings to kill. He was inside his black Mercedes car with Jayden and Jordan. Jordan was in the driver's seat, and Jayden was in the passenger's seat, but Raven was seated at the back because he was their future boss. Jordan was grunting at every minute that passed; he didn't seem to like Raven's routine, and he wasn't hiding it. Jayden on the other hand was completely quiet. His face was blank and expressionless; and he always had that look of longing in his eyes. It wouldn't take a genius to tell that all he wanted was avenging their late Don, Gomez Maxson. And he couldn't make a move without Raven, partly because most of the Scorpion mafia members respected him because he had Gomez Waxson's blood flowing through his veins. “We've been here for hours,” said Jordan. “What the hell are we waiting for?“ Raven didn't give a reply; he seemed to be exclusively interested in something in his phone. They were i
When Alvin woke up, it was already morning. He stretched on the bed and his hands moved around to find his phone. He had a strange pain in his head, like there was a speaker playing repeated loud beats in there. After several attempts, Alvin realised his phone wasn't on the bed with him. Then suddenly, he got up when he remembered what happened the night before and the fact that he wasn't on his bed at home. Nora had completely slept-off right after saying “his face wasn't cursed ”. And he was so shocked and paralysed that he decided to wait in the room until she woke up and explain to him who she really was; and also how she knew the state he was in. Alvin looked around the room. She wasn't there. He sighed. “Maybe she left.“ Alvin jumped off the bed and saw that he was still in yesterday's clothes. How he got in the bed even after a drunk temptation was sleeping there was a mystery to him. “She couldn't possibly have left yet,” Alvin muttered, looking around to find