Bryce was furious. His breathing had gone from erratic pants to an outburst of cusses and swearings. The last thing he had expected was walking into his building to see Hera leaving with someone else and the worst part of everything was that it was none other than that dude from the game. Were they

All through the drive, Bryce thought of a million and one ways to murder that bastard when he laid his hands on him. First he would beat him up to a pulp and then he would offer him as a burnt offering to his ancestors so that they would see first-hand, just how stupid and foolish he was to have got

Bryce drove home after placing Hera comfortably on the car seat. She didn't wake till they arrived home and he simply let her sleep till he drove into his mansion. She stirred awake then and her eyes fluttered as she took in her surrounding. She was in a car? She looked around and her apartment came

"I forgive you." She told him and he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. "I'll forgive you but on two conditions." She added and he sat up straight. "What are the um...conditions?" "Firstly, you would have to come with me for the Thanksgiving festival at the convent just like you had

"My father was a bastard. A very big one." Bryce muttered and Hera swallowed. She wasn't used to such vulgar words but he was hurt so she would let him. If this is the way he wanted to express himself and let out all the pain, then she would encourage him as long as he felt better afterwards. "My mo