The ride to Mimi's place was awkwardly silent. After he was snubbed, Victor didn't bother to strike up a conversation with her anymore. He had his damn pride as well.Unlike him, Mimi's mind was all over the place. She couldn't let Victor meet her mother. She couldn't tell what he had in mind and that scared her most. If only there was a way to escape this. Looking outside the window, a plan suddenly came to Mimi's mind. What if she jumped out of the car? No! It was dangerous jumping out of a moving car. She could get injured and what if a car from behind crushes her to death. However, the road was surprisingly empty which meant there were few chances of getting killed by an oncoming car. So Mimi began to put her plan into action, her gaze moved to Victor who was busy watching something on his tablet. It was perfect, he was distracted! She slowly shifted on her seat, inching closer to the door. Then her fingers began to travel, climbing higher and higher until they reached the h

The sound of a man moaning in pain was heard as he received punches after punches. This man was no other than Kenith who was getting a beating from Big Joe's soldiers per his instruction.The room was more of a prison although it was spacious and empty save the chair Kenith was sitting on while he was being tortured and the table a few distances from it. There were body bags packed at a corner and had dried blood stains on them - It was quite obvious that it had been used to transport some bodies. While on a rack on the corner of the wall hung devices of torture that hadn't been used on Kenith, yet.They finally stopped hitting Kenith who inhaled deeply as if trying to catch his breath. If one took a good look at Kenith, they wouldn't be able to recognize him anymore because his face was swollen and he had a black eye. His lips were split and blood trailed down his temple. In one word, Kenith didn't look too good; his appearance was miserable. One of the soldiers reached for the ta

Arianna never knew acting could be this exhausting. Big Joe was not a stupid man so she had to be more scrupulous and natural at pulling off that elaborate hoax.Kenith would strike her back, Arianna was sure of that, especially with the murderous look she saw him give her right before he was taken away by Big Joe's position.She didn't need to be told what she just cost Kenith - his position of power and reputation. If Kenith was crazy enough to want to force himself on her just because he was jealous of Marcel, what would he do now when she caused him everything.Arianna understood the repercussion of what happened. She was Big Joe's chosen bride and the man walked in on the scene of his second-in-command trying to have her. It was definitely a death sentence.She tried to put herself in that same situation. If by chance she loved Big Joe - which was highly impossible - and she saw another lady on top of her man, Arianna was sure she would rain down hell that day. Yeah, she was a

The guilt on Kenith's face was all the evidence Cassie needed to confirm if he had committed the crime or not. It was like in the movies when slow-motion is activated, although it had been for a fleeting moment, the way their gaze connected and the deep remorse on his face, her heart constricted.It was as if a knife went through her heart and she was unable to breathe as she confirmed the truth. He betrayed her! He told her nothing was going on between Arianna and him and yet this appears? Kenith fooled her completely.No, she needed to speak with him. Cassie wanted him to look her deep in the eyes and confess his sins, however, that was impossible right now. With what happened, security was tight and Big Joe would find it suspicious if he found reports that she visited him. So if she was going to see Kenith tonight, it had to be done secretly - and with help.Cassie branched into another corner of the hallway and although it looked like she wanted to pick up the plates that the mal

"What took you so long? I've been practically waiting here for hours!" Clara whirled upon Marcel as soon as he made it into the street. Her face was flush and she was boiling with anger.Her heels were beginning to hurt her for going around in it and standing for a long time. Clara would have gone back to the car if she could, however, it was packed quite far from here due to the unpleasant nature of the road.The roads here are crumbling because they are poorly maintained and in a state of disrepair. Thanks to that, the potholes are numerous, leading drivers to swerve around them, putting themselves and those in other vehicles at risk. No, some of the section have deteriorated so badly they are impassableGosh, people that live here must be animals! A normal person wouldn't be able to endure this level of hardship, claimed Clara, the princess. Note the sarcasm. However, that was not even why Clara was angry in the first place. While Marcel had been away, she was left all alone ou