Prologue Avon took frantic steps out of the house, in horror of what just unfolded in his eyes. Back at where he ran from, were harmed men with matching outfits of black clearing out his family. He would have been killed, but he managed to escape after having taken notice of just one thing: the small skull tattoo drawn on the neck of those men. He made sure that was asserted deep in his memory as he scurried away, running with all of his might. He took numerous glances at the back and hoped those men weren’t following him. Heavy breaths and sighs slipped out his mouth as he finally took a stop to rest after getting to a dark corner. His thin body rested on the wall while gigantic balls of sweat rolled down his face. He peeked back for about two times before slowly sitting down and rethinking everything that just happened. Just this morning, Avon woke up happily with his family, everyone not expecting a situation like this to unfold close to the end of the day. Dinner was in prep

Chapter three Lorraine has never felt this peaceful and cared for since her little self gave a sincere response to her grandfather. No one has cared for her, none loved her, worse showed her some affection since then.She was deserted, maltreated, made her feel like an abomination, as if she was cursed, a disgrace and a shame to their family and their name. But then he entered into her life, filling all those empty holes at the small space of three days. She had never felt this cared for, no one has ever took care of her this way. He’s a blessing bestowed upon her. Her happiness for meeting him knew no bound. In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by. And those three days were the happiest three days Lorraine had ever experienced in her past nineteen years of her life, she replied her grandfather when she was seven years old where it all started. What response is expected actually from a little girl of that age with fairy dreams, if it isn’t just her grandfather being a balefu

Chapter 5 “Oh no everyone, he is a retired soldier. He might perhaps know the cleaner working for the Dragon General, so maybe the connection can help in his dreams.”“I bet the cleaner doesn’t even wanna associate with him because he’s of no benefit at all.” “Problem solver should probably solve his own problems first.”They kept taunting him with mockery words. Avon knew who they saw him as, he knew how worthless of him they think. So he said nothing in defense of their jeers, and walked out of there in silence. Getting outside he brought out his phone calling his assistant. The latter picked on the first ring of the call. “Hello, General.” “I want you to send invitations to the Hales’s family for the party right now.” He said to him on the phone. “Noted, General.” And then the line went dead, Avon smirked at no one but himself before turning back and walking inside.Inside the villa. “So back to you Lorraine, before your useless husband interrupted me with his filthy laugh

Chapter 7 Avon got home at the urgent request of his personal assistant, he had said to him on the phone that he had an urgent important information to share with him. Stepping out of his SUV he marched inside his Villa, going straight to his office and sitting down on his chair as he awaited for the arrival of the one that wanted him to be back. He saw his house in chatter, and total disarray, with workers trooping everywhere and placing things in order. The party he was having was in arrangement. “Boss.” A voice called, entering the office where Avon was at. Avon raised up his bent head, acknowledging his personal assistant who had just come in. “Yes, tell me what was so urgent I had to leave where I was?” He asked, impatient evident in his voice as he gazed intently at him. “Well I have found the murderer of your family,” he began, stopping his words and starring at the General with the look of permission to continue. “Continue.” Avon stated, getting his message from his ey

Chapter 9 Abigail Hales Parker, a twenty five years old lady married to the first born of the Parkers; A well known and respected family, belonging to one of the Great Five Families in EastHill. She’s an arrogant lady with rude manners and foolish in nature. Disrespectful and likely termed mannerless. Most people refer her to the ‘Beauty without manners’. She’s a very pretty lady that indeed lacks manners. Abigail wasn’t like that growing up, the attitude and arrogance started when everyone started hating on Lorraine and marked her as a subject of bully. She became everyone’s favorite, even the uncle that wanted to hit her right now was among those that pampered her while growing up. Abigail wasn’t taught any manners, she’s made to believe that she can have anything she wants, and she can do anything she wants to anybody. Her grandfather gave her more audacity, always supporting her when she’s suppose to be corrected, always defending her where she’s supposed to be shamed