Duante's POV I pulled the gloves up. I didn't want to make another mistake. I let my wife catch me. Antonio Uncle couldn't see who was behind the mask. "We're ready, Devil." Drake said after knocking on the opened door. I slanted my head to the side, motioning at the laptop. "Did you check it, Wolf?" I asked. "Yes, boss. Aaron sir took ma'am out for a walk on the beach. Ma'am was looking happy going there. Everything is as you want." He paused. I nodded sensing more on the tip of his tongue. "Ma'am is expecting a call from you." He said. "See, if she's not sleeping. Video call." I couldn't alter her request. "Sure, boss." He walked over to the desk, his phone hoisted up to his ear. I ignored his conversation but the alerted part of my mind couldn't ignore it. I grabbed the dark hood and threw it over my head. I turned, sauntering to the desk. I took the couch. Drake turned the screen to me. I caught her b
He straightened from his leaned position against the doorframe as I stepped into the hall. My eyes instantly wandered around. My brows creased. Why did he come here? Alone? I pressed my lips into a thin line and narrowed my eyes at him. He smirked, though it was a hollow one but I relaxed. It meant nothing to worry about. "Is Duante alright?" I asked. "More than alright, Mrs Rego." He gestured at the front couch. I snorted at his bossy gesture but I walked over it and sat down. I held my question back. It would be rude. "Angela didn't come with you?" I asked, drifting my gaze to the door, hoping she would walk in. "I'm here for a business meeting. It's my usual place to stay. I hope you don't mind, Mrs Rego." He walked forward. "Until you don't harm me." I flashed my full smile at him. "I have told you before." He kept his soft smile on his face. Though it was betraying his dark eyes. It was also a relief that his darkness
"Gee!" Mini cooed as she changed her dress. It was snowing outside. I was relieved that it was warm inside the house. I couldn't ask the weather god or goddess to clear the snow and turn the winter into pleasant spring. I had to endure this. The delivery was next month. I was a little more scared because of the cold. I wanted things to go smoothly. "Stop calling her that. It should be Angel or Gae!" I smiled down at my cute niece who was flashing a toothless smile at me. Her tiny hands were fisted and she was moving them in the air. "Yes, She sleeps most of the time. She gives me enough time to sleep. Right, baby." Mini brushed her fingertips on her stomach, making her squeal happily. "I remember the day I felt you moving in my belly." Our smiles broadened. "Mini! She's a child. Stop talking to her like that." I chided her with big eyes. She didn't need to know anything until she turned eighteen. Mini chuckled. "She can't hear us." I
Mini's POV I stared out at the swing. The garden was manicured yesterday, it was lemon green under the full light of the sun. It was our usual place to hang out most of the time after school. We never struggled to find another friend. We were enough for each other. I could digest food but secrets… never. I couldn't sit in rest until I spilled my guts out. That was the big reason Rose and Evie hesitated to share their secrets with me. I didn't mind at all. They're my sisters and best friends. But I'm hiding the biggest secret. I couldn't even share it with my husband. He wouldn't trust me. But I know a person who will listen to me. My body trembled recalling their threats and cold glares at me. I was still in shock that he was part of their dirty plan. Duante trusts him, my husband trusts him, and Evie too. It was quite unbelievable. I still wanted it to be a nightmare. It would break our family. But I could see it was already broken. No one would forgive him. Duante would kill him lik
He was smirking, madness could be seen in his eyes. His lustful eyes were glued on the display. He ran his thumb on her rosy lower lip. "Soon! The day isn't that far. The day you'll be in my arms, beneath me." He laughed, rubbing his hand on his chest. "Er... It's a bad idea. She's pregnant." Cole told him, looking over his shoulder at the display. A wave of fierce anger rose in him. He jumped on his feet and turned to him with a sharp expression. He grasped his neck in a death grip. He began to jab several punches in his face. Cole groaned in pain, trying to dodge his punches and lifting his both arms. It only infuriated him more. He was a mad person. His knuckles were crimson with his blood. He broke his jaw. " Andrew," Max came running into the room. "He's important. You can't ruin his face." He curled his both arms around his middle pulling him away from him. Cole fell to the ground, and the front of his shirt was soaked in his blo
Antonio's POV I hadn't heard from my daughter. I had called her grandma. But she wasn't answering. He had sent his guard to check on them. He never liked the habit of her denying the security around her. She wanted to lead a normal life and he loved her so much to give her anything. Duante walked in the hall. Drake was always with him. He still remembered the small boy smiling but it was for a short period. After his parent's death, he adopted a cold expression. He was glad that he opened up for his wife. He could still see a little glimpse of his happy side around his wife. But it faded after he lost his memories. "Did we get any clue, son?" Antonio asked, getting on his feet. His head was still mulling over his daughter and grandchild. He glanced at him for a long second. "Is Sofia alright?" Duante asked, his poker face wasn't giving anything. "It has been a week. I called Betha's house. She didn't answer. I'm worried. She always leaves a message
AFTER TWO DAYS... Anger surged through him. He leaned across the counter and stared out with a deep scowl. "He cut his body in hundred pieces," Drake said, a disgusting look on his face. "And Sofia and her son?" He asked. His arms were folded over his chest. His hands were fisted tightly that his knuckles went white. "Arsh and Aakash are searching for them. We haven't gotten a clue yet, boss. " Drake shook his head. "Boss, Aaron Sir has reached," Cey said. He slightly nodded his head and pushed him away from the counter. His eyes were matching the color of his, and two inches shorter than him, his cousin, walked into the hall. Opening his arms, he embraced him. "Brother, it's important or I would have never asked you to come when Eveleen is pregnant." Aaron said. He patted his back strongly. "Is everything alright?" He asked him. "You need to hear it out." Taking long strides back, he took the couch. "I can trust your Ten?" He ask
For now, it would be only Aaron and Drake. It would be better if fewer people knew about it. "Drake, call them to meet me in the warehouse. Now!" He said. Aaron's eyebrows shot up. "We have a meeting after two hours." He rubbed his fingers on his two-day-old stubble. "He can wait. Just message him this location. Traffic is going to keep him busy. It would earn us some more time." His blazing gaze turned to Drake. "There should be no trace of human activities." Drake nodded. "We can call them after meeting with Antonio Sir, boss." He suggested. "Just tell them to be here." He lashed. Drake bowed his head and drifted out of the old wooden office. "You should hear him. There may be a point in his suggestion." Aaron said. He smiled his way. "I know what I'm doing." His grip fastened on the back of the old chair. Aaron looked at him, holding no expression on his face. "I have a feeling. You have already planned eve