"Why is Sir. Arias mopping the floor for you Oliver? What happened to the maids?" Scarlett voice engulf with astonishment when she noticed the elderly man perspiring in an area with complete air conditioning. It was easy for anybody to easily see the substantial brown stain on his white chef's apron. She was taken aback by that because Arias was never a culinary staff member at the Castle. Did he simply wear a chef apron just to deliver coffee to Oliver.?! She thought... Oliver became irate; "Is Arias not a part of the servants of this Castle? Or does he have another work in this place aside from serving his boss the way he is supposed to in any fucking way he is being ordered?" "...I am the boss in this house after our father. Whatever I do or whomever I command is my business and every person living in this Castle must accept it whether he or she likes it or not and that includes you Scarlett!" He gibed with pride, reminding Scarlett that he is above her in the family as the onl

A loud rave of music was hitting the glasses of the neighborhood. From outside the Chavez Mansion, a lot of shinning bright lights with different colors sparked all around from inside the residence to the environment. "Whoooaa.." Party screams clamoured audible around in the vicinity. A lot of cars could be seen arranged at the front of the Mansion and even outside the gate as there were no more space inside the Chavez residence to pack them. The entire place was lively and some group of young classy looking men on white and black suit with decent high-class hairstyles, glittering black shoes and expensive gold wristwatches could be seen holding glass of wines while chilling and having fun conversations amongst themselves. A lot of security were hired including some group of patrols to secure the place even when the estate has a 100% maximum security system. "Pom! Pom!! " Jeeps were horning as more still troop in inside the residence for the big party until there was no more space

"Ooch, Ahh... Don't Stop.." words driven from the pleasure of throbbing orgasm sounded from Camila's apartment. The Party was over by 3 A.M in the dark morning and there were reserved bedroom prepared for the guests that would spend the night in the Mansion after the party. ... "OMG... Damn that is my sister in there, give it to him all round, different styles, hit em' hard. " a lady dressed in purple robe who after sneakily placing her head on Camila's door, said with a glow in her eyes and after a wide gape ensured. "Ooowf.. Yummy.." she slide her tongue over her lips as she felt a sexual urge immediately. Outside Camila's apartment was soo dark even when the entire Mansion was still significantly don with bright lights and every single bulb lights were working perfectly. But in most cases when lights were turned off right from the outside of a chamber to inside the chamber, it means something romantic, sexual and hot was about to go down. Vivian sniffed some air and after much

....... "Brothers, let's not draw any hasty conclusions... I've known Carl for a very long time and I have known him to be very strong and unyielding. No matter the torment he cannot possibly give up hope. Maybe it was his prayers that must have brought us here in the first place! The hope he has built and trusted to save his life.." Matt yelled as he clung to his gun showing no effort for any form of weakness. Since the rain kept Increasing, the sole option and significantly preferable spot for the three friends to seek shelter is under the shady tree behind them. After they have gone under the tree, Dante who was freezing from the ghast cold of the downpour paused and stared on the floor with high degree as he commiserated for the lost of Pa Izan. How would someone kill Carl's father and wants to murder him too? Who could be soo ruthless to be able to commit such an atrocious and diabolical act on an innocent fellow?" In the minutes of his continuous gazing, he thought deeply the

For a man who has dedicated all his life to the underground world, not having sharper reflexes would be the pinnacle of failure in his dirty game. No matter how strong the wind blows and the sounds affects the environment by swirling of trees and also, no matter the strong and thumping the rain beats on the zinc of the ceilings or the thatch of a roof, the metallic sound of what he's being conversant with could never be hidden in all other noises or sounds no matter how loud they are. They were about to open fire at their most unfortunate victim when the sky began to thunder violently. While others were busy pointing their guns at Carl and waiting for the fat crime lord, Damien to give the command, Damien and the Killer both gazed at themselves while arching brows at each other vaguely. Zack too was suspicious of the thunderstorm and have a little doubt that it was indeed a thunderstorm that has thundered in the air because the stroke did not disintegrate as it was supposed after th