The sun beamed directly at his eyes, Tyler let out a faint yawn.
"What a night !" Tyler groaned while sitting straight up on the bed , with his right hand rubbing his forehead due to the hangover from last night's clubbing and drinking. There were movements on the bed and his gaze shifted from the window to the other side of the bed . Just beside him was the lady he picked up from the club and had a one night stand with. He traced her body with his eyes and was amazed how endowed she was, her face was covered with a red veil. "She looks pretty, but what is it with the veil covering her face?" He thought to himself. "Morning damsel," he spoke, trying to wake her from her sleep. He stretched his hand to pat her gently on the hip. The lady frowned, troubled at the slight disturbance. She shifted in the bed, before opening her eyes, "Where am I?" She asked, slowly raising her body from the bed. Gazing at the man before her, she immediately noticed she was naked and had nothing on. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed the quilt from the bed and wrapped it all over her body, blushing at Tyler's gaze. "Who are you? And what am I doing here?" She said, visibly shrinking into the bed spread. Her gaze darted around the room indicating her confusion, before landing on Tyler "Damsel in distress?" Tyler scoffed with a smirk on his face, tilting his head to the side. He found this funny, but the look in her eyes showed she was indeed serious with her words. Calmly, he said, "Look, don't be afraid. You told me to take you somewhere safe away from those men I saw coming towards you last night, and I humbly agreed. Don't you remember?" He asked, lifting his brow at her. The veiled lady looked at him in confusion, trying to recall what Tyler was talking about. "I… I can't remember. Someone gave me a drink. Yellow hair." She paused, flashing back to the club and to the man with blonde hair that offered her the drink. Now she remembered what happened. She was given the drink and began to feel dizzy after. She vaguely remembered some men trying to touch her. Still having a bit of her senses, she was able to run out from their midst, bumping into Tyler, who saved her life from those men. And now, here they are at a hotel, both butt naked. "I can't believe it." She choked out, staring at her trembling hands. "What have I done? " She gasped, panicking with her hands covering her mouth. Just then, she gasped, remembering something so important. Her arranged wedding was fixed for next week with Philip Gil the eldest son of the Gil's family. She thought about how powerful the Gil family was and how her family had been anticipating this marriage to happen. Now, she had lost her virginity to a stranger. It was devastating. "Why me?!" She sobbed bitterly, trying to subdue her pains through her veil. She sat on the bed with force, her two hand covering her face. On seeing this, Tyler felt concerned for the young lady. "Hey," He called in a gentle voice, sitting next to her. "Don't cry," he pacified. "At least you are safe. From what you said, those guys I saw at the club, heading in your direction were bad news and I'm sure they were trying to attack you I guess," He said, trying to pacify her. "I promise, whatever happened between us stays here and ends here. We can go our separate ways and everyone is back to their normal lives," Tyler assured her. His hand moved towards her face as he touched here to reassure her that she was safe. But the moment he touched her, the veil fell off her face, leaving Tyler shocked at once. Her face… Her face was disfigured, a terrible burn. It wasn't a good sight to behold, but he couldn't take his gaze off her. His focus shifted from her burns to her eyes. Her eyes were one from a goddess. “Your eyes…” Tyler thought loud, captivated by how those emerald orbs shimmered. But the young lady felt ashamed and insecured, telling Tyler to leave. "Please, just leave.." She spat through tears, her voice leaked with agony. She grabbed the veil, covering her face. That tone wiped the smile off Tyler's face. Still, he respected her wish and left. "I'm sure she once had a pretty face. She's really beautiful, and those eyes are... " he thought to himself while exiting the hotel. "But why was she feeling depressed?" He let out a sigh of pity for the young lady. Stepping out of the hotel reception, a black Mercedes Benz which was owned by someone close to Tyler, named Gabriel, packed right outside, waiting for Tyler. Gabriel was one of the commanders of the southern Army, very loyal and also skilled in combat. The door was opened by one of Gabriel's guards, who welcomed Tyler, as he got in, sitting with a pleased Gabriel. "Morning boss!" Gabriel greeted, signaling his guard to drive off. Chuckling, Tyler said, "There's no need to be formal with me." "You do know I have to refer to you as boss, right? Besides, you are the Marshal of the Southern Border of Everdone also the Black Dragon", Gabriel referred with a smile on his face. "Still, there's no need for that," Tyler repeated, smirking at him. The car drove off, as the two men got down to the main business on ground. "Have you gotten any report on the assignment I gave you?" Tyler asked Gabriel. "Yes, " Gabriel responded, pulling out a file from the corner of his sit. Handing the documents to Tyler, he added, " I gathered the information on the lady who saved your life, Boss." Tyler took hold of the documents which Gabriel handed to him, going through all the pages . "Sonia Walters," Gabriel shared. "That's her name." "Sonia," Tyler hummed, going through the pages while recalling the day that angel risked her life to save him. Finding her was his main goal. He wouldn't take his mind off her.It was ten years ago. Tyler was involved in a terrible fire outbreak, which got him trapped with no way out. He had no one to save or rescue him from the flames that surrounded him that very day. All he could do was scream out and await his end. His vision soon became blurry as the smoke grew thicker. Tyler slowly began losing consciousness. But it was at that very moment he saw her. Sonia Walters, the one who risked her life to walk through the flames and pull a terrified Tyler out from the burning building. "Hold on to me!" She had yelled, placing his arm around her shoulder. Tyler did as she instructed, following his young savior, until she showed him the way out to safety. Upon reaching safety, he fainted due to the smoke. A bruised and partially burnt Tyler woke up to find himself in the South. He had been rescued and taken somewhere else. Away from home and away from the young lady who saved him. He never got the chance to see and thank her for her help. After ten years in
Philip felt pleased with the event transpiring in front of him. Unknown to the Walters family, the whole incident was part of his conspiracy. It was all his doing. Although there was a change in his scheme. Philip had hired those men to drug and take turns with Sonia, he wanted to film it and send to the Walters family, but it didn't go the way as planned. Sonia managed to escape their hold, ending up in Tyler's arms instead. Even though the stranger who rescued his fiancee wasn't among the men he hired, Philip was still glad that he was a man. As soon as the guys from the bar reached out to him about the situation on ground, he immediately went for the next course of action which was acquiring the surveillance footage from the bar through a bribe, bringing the photos down to Walters's home to ruin his engagement to his fiancee. What more could be expected of a 30 years old bachelor who still lives with his parents and believes marriage is a charade? Disgusting! Philip hated th
As the sleek black car pulled up to the gates of Arthur Palace, Sonia's eyes widened in disbelief. The sprawling villa before her was unlike anything she had ever seen, its grandeur surpassing even the most luxurious homes in Arthurton. "This... this is where you live?" Sonia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Tyler nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Welcome to your new home, Sonia." As they stepped out of the car, Sonia couldn't help but stare at the ornate facade, the perfectly manicured gardens, and the shimmering fountain at the center of the circular driveway. "It's so... grand," she murmured, still in awe. "I thought... I mean, I didn't expect..." Tyler chuckled softly. "You thought I was just some vain man who picked you up at a bar?" Sonia blushed, lowering her eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed..." "No need to apologize," Tyler said gently. "Let's go inside. You must be tired." As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulen
The newlyweds, Tyler and Sonia, arrived at the Walters family home, their happiness quickly overshadowed by the tense atmosphere. Sonia's father, Clinton, stood awkwardly in the corner, his shabby clothes a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings. "Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence," sneered Uncle Richard, one of the Walters family elders. "If it isn't our resident black sheep, Clinton the Pauper." Clinton's face reddened, but he remained silent, used to such treatment. His low status in the family was painfully evident, his influence non-existent despite his connection to the powerful Walters clan. Aunt Lucia chimed in, her voice dripping with false sympathy, "Oh Clinton, dear, do try not to touch anything. We wouldn't want you to break something you can't afford to replace." Laughter rippled through the room, causing Clinton to shrink further into himself. Sonia squeezed Tyler's hand, her heart aching for her father but unsure how to defend him. Suddenly,
Sonia sat at her desk, her shoulders slumped in defeat. The prospect of negotiating with the Yale Group, a multinational corporation known for its cutthroat business practices, seemed insurmountable. She buried her face in her hands, trying to muster the courage she knew she needed. Tyler, noticing her distress, approached quietly. "Sonia," he said gently, "what's troubling you?" She looked up, her eyes betraying her lack of confidence. "This deal with the Yale Group... I don't know if I can do it, Tyler. They're so big, so powerful. What chance do I have?" Tyler's eyes softened with understanding. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't lose heart, Sonia. We can do this together. I believe in you." His words seemed to ignite a small spark within her. Sonia straightened slightly, a glimmer of hope crossing her features. "Wait," she said, her voice gaining strength. "I just remembered something. My old high school classmate... she works at the Yale Group now!" Tyler's
The Gil family’s grand villa buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the clink of glasses. Don Gil, the head of the most powerful of the four major families, was at the center of it all, a sly smile on his face as he soaked in the attention. He enjoyed the power, the groveling, the endless string of guests bringing gifts to win his favor. Even Lewis Walters had arrived, carrying the weight of his family’s regret. “Don,” Lewis said, forcing a smile as he offered a hand, “I hope we can set aside past differences. The Walters family truly wishes to mend the relationship.” Don raised a brow, his lips curling into a sneer.“Apologies, Lewis? Words are cheap. I’ll believe it when I see action.” Lewis nodded, swallowing his pride. He knew the danger of being on Don’s bad side, but tonight, the danger was about to come from an entirely different direction. Outside the villa, Tyler stood with Gabriel by his side, their faces hidden behind dark masks. The massive coffin Gabriel carried on his sho
The Arthur family cemetery was eerily quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. Tyler stood before his grandfather's grave, his expression unreadable. At his feet lay the severed head of Don Gil, eyes staring lifelessly at the ground. Tyler bent down, placing the head gently on the grave. “Grandfather, I have avenged you,” Tyler murmured, his voice carrying through the stillness of the night. “Don Gil is dead, but my work isn’t done. I’ll retrieve the family heirloom and restore the honor they stole from us. I promise you.” He bowed his head for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The memories of the massacre haunted him, fueling his determination. As he straightened up, his eyes blazed with resolve. He turned away from the grave and walked briskly toward the cemetery gates, disappearing into the darkness. Meanwhile, at the Gil family villa, chaos and despair hung heavy in the air. The grand hall, once a place of opulence and pow
The morning sun barely peeked through the curtains when Tyler's phone rang. Sonia's excited voice came through the speaker. "Tyler! You won't believe it. My high school reunion - it worked! I think we might have a real shot at this partnership!" Tyler smiled, genuinely pleased for her. "That's fantastic news, Sonia. Would you like me to come pick you up? We can head to the Emperor Group together." "That would be wonderful. Thank you, Tyler." A short while later, Gabriel was navigating the morning traffic as Tyler and Sonia sat in the back of the car. Sonia's brow furrowed as she scrolled through her phone. "Oh no, did you hear about Don Gil? He passed away last night." Tyler kept his expression neutral. "I hadn't heard. What happened?" "The details are vague. Some kind of accident at a family gathering. It's terrible - the Gil family is so influential." "Indeed they are," Tyler replied carefully. "But let's focus on your good news. Tell me more about this potential partnership.