Henry had successfully got inside the headquarters due to Zeus' help. Xavier wasn't able to do anything even if he wanted to kick their half-brother out of that establishment. Xavier wasn't in a good mood to take into one of Henry's tricks and pranks. He's gotten enough of it. Their situation was a very serious matter and shouldn't be taken lightly.No one can blame Xavier's, though. Who would have thought that their rebel brother would partake in finding their missing siblings? Henry is a type of guy who gave no fuck to the world, even if it means having his own flesh and blood died before his eyes."I swear to fucking God, I'll kill you if you're trying to set us up," Xavier hissed as he watched Henry sat comfortably in the swivel chair. They look similar to each other. The three of them, actually. Consider that they have the same mother and their fathers were brothers, they sure look so much like each other. Except that Henry did not inherit Ivanov's typical hair colour. While most
It took some time to convince Xavier not to kill Henry. Eventually, they were able to go to the location that Henry told them were Reezha was confined to. At first, Xavier and Zeus were sceptical. They don't know if Henry was lying or not, but they could only try and see it themselves.But when they got there, it all answered their question. Lying on a queen-size bed was their only sister. She was attached to some IV. Reezha has a bruise on her cheekbone, a small cut on her lips, and she was too pale. They were also told that she was shot on the leg. It's unfortunate, but it's the least unfortunate thing than seeing her lifeless at all.The brothers were shaking in so much anger to the person who caused this pain to their sister. No one is allowed to touch their princess. No one is allowed to make her cry and to hurt her. People would need to go through the brothers for them to be able to do such things to their princess.And yet, this happened.A tear fell on Zeus' cheek as he looked
She was left both disappointed and devastated. Xavier broke his promise to go and see her in the evening. She was still in pain. She kept rushing to the bathroom to release her stomach's content. She kept drinking water so she wouldn't be dehydrated from all her puking, but she was still as pale as a white paper. The doctors and the maids were giving her all the attention as she was poorly sick. She could hardly finish a half plate of food before she went out puking. Margarette knew something was wrong with her body. Something is changing, and she knows that it's something different than just a normal sickness. But she kept her silence. They weren't telling her what was happening, but she knew. Somehow, she knew that they were hiding something. "Clarise..." she uttered weakly as she slowly opened her heavy eyelids. Her maid immediately went to tend her needs. "Ma'am, do you need anything? Water?" It's already past midnight and Clarise was still wide-awake, watching over the lady sh
Loath filled his heart as the betrayal ran through his veins like an acid burning his soul. He clenched his fists tight."How were you able to get this information?" he asked through gritted teeth."It's easy. We have searched for all girls around nineteen to twenty years old who have dark hair since birth. When we tried searching, all results were negative since all these women were biologically children of their parents. Some of them were orphans but it didn't actually match the search," said their investigator. "However, upon the search, we have determined that your wife, sir, is also the same age as the missing girl from the Ferrero Mafia.""M-Maybe it was just a coincidence?" Xavier doesn't want to believe it. His heart clenched when he thought that Margarette really did deceive him. No. She couldn't do that. She wouldn't do that to them. To him.The investigator shook his head apathetically."I tried finding her name registration. Margarette Addams—Ivanov. Apparently, there was
The door slammed loudly in the master's bedroom which startled the life out of her. She looked wide-eyed as the intruder shut the door so hard that the room literally shook from the force. "W-What..." she uttered, her heart racing in panic as she searched for the person, but when she saw that it was no stranger at all, she began to calm down. Her heart started beating fast, but now it wasn't because of the panic or the fear, but with excitement and happiness. Because standing in the same room was none other than her own husband. She immediately stood up, eyes were wide from disbelief. "Hubby?" she whispered, not believing her own sight. Is he really home? Did he finally come back to see her? Xavier stood still, looking at her with indifference, but she was too focused trying to confirm that her husband is finally here to even notice how he looked at her. She couldn't believe it. It seems like years since they have seen each other even though it was literally just a week. She mis
Everything happened so fast. One second she was rejoicing that her husband was finally back, and the next second she was being taken to the Fehari's Den like a filthy criminal. She was still crying. Her mind was in chaos. She didn't know what to do. She was a mess. Xavier left her in a dark room right after he ordered his men to take her there. Clarise was also ordered not to mingle with the situation or else she would be executed. She was taken somewhere. Somewhere she didn't know if it was safe or not. Margarette touched her tummy as tears rolled down on her cheeks. She was scared. She was scared for herself and for her baby. Xavier seems unforgiving—unrecognisable even. She was scared of what he might do to her. She has witnessed it before. How he was almost unrecognisable. How scary he can be when he is angry. She has witnessed it before. She has witnessed how he killed many people, he witnessed how blood soaked his body from the people that he killed. There is no doubt he coul
"Doll..." he uttered as he tried to hold her face. There was a panic rising in his eyes as he looked down at her. She avoided his touch as if it was a virus that burns her skin. She looked at him emotionlessly. "Don't touch me...""Alright..." He swallowed. Looking down at her reddened face, he blamed himself for letting his demon get the best of him. He might be a monster, but hurting women isn't his thing. He might be angry at her but he shouldn't have done what he had done.Regret flooded through his features.She lifted her shaking hand to cup her cheek where he slapped her. It stung, and every stinging sensation she felt was a realisation that hit her. A decision had come to her mind.She's not going to let him hit her again.All her life, she was never treated this way. Even though her father had locked her up and didn't allow her to explore the world, he provided her everything that she wanted. He gave her a castle like a princess from the fairytale, and she wasn't ever hit.Sh
Tears rolled down on Reezha's cheeks as she looked down at her. "Y-You..." she uttered weakly. "What have you done t-to my brother..."Margarette's eyes watered as she shook her head softly. "I don't know anything."Reezha sobbed. She still has a bruise on her face and she looked heartbroken.She fell on her knees as if just looking at Margarette drains her energy. As if it was exhausting to even talk to her."M-My younger brother must've been so scared right now..." Reezha whispered, pain laced on her voice. Margarette felt like her heart was tearing apart just seeing the once carefree Reezha who cares no one in her life. She looks so broken."Reezha..." she uttered, a lump was on her throat. She could hardly speak, trying to suppress the sob to escape her chest. "I-I'm so sorry."Reezha shook her head weakly as she cried silently. "I don't know..." she said. "I don't know what to do now that Areesh is gone. W-We don't even know if he's still alive or not. Oh, my God. My brother..."