"Ugh," Marcel woke up to blinding sunlight filtering through the window. However, that was the least of his problems because right now, something or rather someone was licking his face.At first thought, Marcel thought it was Samson and sat up with a startle, intending to give that beast a piece of his mind, however, he was treated to a cute-looking chihuahua staring back at with adorable eyes."God," He groaned, what kind of assault was it this early morning?His face was filled with drool and it pissed Marcel off. He had not a single idea about a dog's normal social behavior. At three years old, while other kids were getting dolls and toys, Marcel was already practicing how to disassemble and assemble guns. In one word, he has no pet aside from the lion who was still lying lazily on the ground and watching that new intruder with bad intention. To Marcel, Samson was more of a companion and guide than a pet. If there was anything Marcel loved so much, that was his sleep and the chih

Kenith didn't fail to keep his promise of changing her room. As soon as Arianna woke up from sleep the next day, there was already an interior decorator waiting to receive her preference."They must have a lot of money to waste on her," Arianna thought. But then why wouldn't they when they were basically a loan shark? The thought of it made her blood boil, if it wasn't for her uncle borrowing from them, she wouldn't be in this situation.There was nothing as annoying as being helpless to change your predicament. Her uncle took her freedom, her life! The anger was like claws digging into her heart and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remove it... She couldn't breathe. It was just suffocating.Arianna decided to take advantage of the situation. Since they had the money, she should help spend it well. So Arianna went all out decorating her room. Since she was going to spend the rest of her miserable days here, she had to make sure it was liveable. She did not doubt that she wou

"Ba-dum!" "Ba-dum!" sounded Arianna's heart like a beating drum. Every step she took was taking her closer to her miserable fate. She was scared and wanted to run, sadly, where could she run to? They would hunt her down like a chicken on a Christmas morning about to be sacrificed for breakfast. Hence she had to be brave because she needed to survive."We are here," said one of the men who has escorted her here. There were three of them in total and although the situation looked grand as if she was some big shot protected by her security details, Arianna knew she was nothing but a prisoner. They were not here to protect but enslave her.At once, he went to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and pushed the huge frame open to an audience. Arianna's jaw dropped to the ground, what in the name of the lord is going on here?When Arianna was told she would meet Big Joe today, she thought it would be a casual meeting and not this splendid ceremony going on right now. She should have known a casu

There was a throne at the center of the hall and that was where Big Joe was headed. To think that he was a king, the man must be suffering from delusion of grandeur. The throne was so huge that he had to be lifted onto it by his men and then, there was a smaller yet luxurious seat by his side on the second step of the platform for her.Their seating spoke lots of volumes. Arianna knew in his eyes that she was lower than him and that made her quite furious. The reason why she had worked hard to get into university was to get a well-paid job so no one looked down on her and marry a partner that accepts and respects her as an equal."You are very beautiful," He pointed out and she had to fight against the urge to gag. Of course, her beauty was the only thing that he liked about her. "Thank you," Arianna still responded with a smile even though she was repulsed by his compliment. "What are your hobbies?" He asked as if he was really interested to know. "I love reading and exploring an

The past days have been strange for Marcel. He kept craving coffee, not exactly the one he made, the one from that store. It was not like the one made at that store was better than his own, but it must be because of a certain redhead.So after a meeting at the other branches with his brothers - note: brother is used to refer to fellow gang members - he decided to go to the coffee store.Unlike the other time, Marcel was carrying his dog Redhead in his arms. It was weird but he wanted to introduce the doggy redhead to the human redhead. It would be quite a union, don't you think so?Thankfully, the store let pets in as far as it was on a lease. But Marcel was a lawbreaker and simply held Redhead in his arms with no lease whatsoever."Sir," One of the staff approached him to remind him of the pet rules, "Please, we don't accept pets that....."Marcel simply fished out his premium card and held it out for him saying, "Subtract the penalty fees from here,"The staff's hand shook as he re