Chapter sixty-three ( Angel is still alive)

Nengi's pov:

Sipping my drink slowly with music playing in the background with the room light dim, I kept smirking for a job well done. Nobody crosses my path and goes scot-free, not even my mother. The news is spreading faster than I imagined that Angel is dead and her lovely friend Mira couldn't endure the pain and succumbed.

"Haha…what a shame," I let out a mocking laugh.

"They are all foolish and senseless, I just pray that the little wench never wakes up…..

" Let her go and join her little sister in the underworld and continue their misery……

Laughing my heart out I was interrupted by the cracking of the door, I snapped my head dangerously at the spot as I quickly switched on the light. "Who is that……?" I dangerously asked in a tone that I know will send a chill down the spine.

"Calm down, Nene is just me," a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Lucien……." I release the breath that I don't know that I was holding.

"Yes, I am…." He amusingly uttered.

"Why are you here?" My face harden