Rays of sunlight flowed in through the window of the Asher's master's bedroom. Mandy turned to the other side, dragging the sheets up to her chin. She felt a strong arms pull her closer and wrap around her warmly. A sweet smile crept her face and she snuggled closer. "Morning sunshine." Declan's hoarse voice said and he planted a kiss on her temple. Warmth spread though Mandy's body and her face flushed pink. "Morning." She managed to find her voice. The memories of the previous night were not the ones she would forget in a hurry. Last night was different and unlike the first time, didn't in any way feel like a mistake. She could be in his arms all day and had no worries. At midday, Declan sat across from Mandy over a cup of coffee at the front porch. "Now I can't kill them, what should I do?" Declan asked Mandy, his face etched with seriousness. "We have to come up with a plan. A plan that doesn't involve breaking their bones of course" Declan raised his hands in surr

Declan was at the police station in the early hours of the morning. "What are all these!?" The inspector threw a stack of pictures on the table before Declan. "What does it look like?" Declan said coldly. "You tell me. Because it doesn't make any sense to me. Do you realize it's against the law to take unauthorized pictures of someone?" Declan chuckled without humor. "You asked for evidence, didn't you?" Aside from the pictures are recordings of him admitting to his crimes." The inspector leaned back on his seat, gazing lazily at Declan. "You could have put him at gunpoint and made him confess that." Declan's muscles flexed. "You know that's a lie." "How do you prove it? And don't even think of showing me those pictures" Declan's features darkened and it prompted a smirk from the Detective. Slamming his hand on the table, Declan sprang up. Shooting the Detective one last glare, he stormed out of the police station. Declan was so livid as he drove out. He should have kn

James stared at his phone and his features darkened. He squeezed the phone in his hand then flung it across the room with a growl. "Bastard! I swear I will kill you, Declan King!"James seethed, his chest rising and falling in rage. What was Declan? A human or beast? He had just received the photos of his best men all beaten up to pulp and in pain. "This is not the end." James braced himself, adjusting his shirt. Declan may have killed his men, but James had more odds against Declan. He reminded himself that Declan was charged with arson and attempted murder and would be thrown behind bars soon. Declan should even be behind bars at the moment if not for the Influence of the Ashers."It's just a matter of time." James assured himself trying to breath. He retired to bed that night with a heavy heart. The next day was the launching of the B11 medicine at the Livingston's pharmaceutical. Dignified business men and women from all over the world were invited and present. "Welcome ladie

"Following the arrest of the only surviving son of Chris Livingston of Livingston pharmaceutical, the Company losses . The" Mandy punched the off button on the remote and cut off the voice of the presenter. She picked up her wine glass from the table and turned to Declan. "Cheers?" "Cheers" They clinked their glasses together and took a long satisfied sip from their wine. "Ahh... Now this is what victory feels like." "Are you that impressed?" Declan asked with a knowing smile. "It feels so good. That scumbag got what he deserved. How could he do that to innocent people? He should be locked away for the rest of his life." Declan smiled and walked to the window. He was surely impressed by the outcome of the stunt he pulled. Not only was James arrested, their Company may never be able to recover from the loss. But deep down, Declan knew there was more to be done. He must find out the person responsible for the production of the substance Clara and Ashley were drugged with.

"Hmm...." Bench stood up and started to walk up and down the room. "I have never heard of him." "It is not surprising. His reputation barely precedes him. Unless you have an encounter, you may never know how much of a trouble he really is." Jordan poured a quick drink for himself and chugged it down his dry throat. "You make him sound tactical yet you say he is a poor useless son-in-law." Bench remarked, truly intrigued. Jordan pushed out a rush of air from his lungs. "Then you should get to know him by yourself and maybe you will understand better."Jordan pressed his molars together as he spoke with fury in his eyes. Bench walked into his study when he got home and immediately disappeared into his secret room. He pressed in some codes into his space and brought out a list of reputable families he knew of. After hearing what Jordan Smith had to say about Declan, Bench only concluded that Declan was not a wretch. No poor man would step on the feet of the great Jordan Smith a