Stefan awaited the return of his men with a mix of anticipation and impatience. He had sent them on a mission—one that should have been simple, straightforward. But as the moments stretched into agonizing silence, a gnawing sense of unease crept into his thoughts.When the men finally staggered back to him, their faces twisted with pain and anguish, Stefan's heart sank like a stone. For a moment, he couldn't recognize them, their disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the composed figures he had sent out.Tears streamed down their cheeks, their sobs echoing through the stillness of the night like a mournful lament. Stefan's initial disbelief gave way to a seething rage, his fury boiling over like a cauldron of molten steel.How could they have failed? How could they have faltered at such a seemingly trivial task? The very thought of their incompetence incensed Stefan beyond measure, igniting a firestorm of fury within him.Without a second thought, he reached for his gun, his finge
Tom found himself caught in a whirlwind of confusion and pressure. Stefan's relentless pursuit weighed heavily on him, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. With each passing day, the pressure mounted, and Tom struggled to find a way out of the suffocating grip of Stefan's demands.As he sat alone in his office, the weight of his predicament bore down on him like a heavy burden. He knew that he couldn't continue living under Stefan's thumb, but the thought of running away filled him with a sense of dread. No matter where he went, Stefan would surely find him, relentless in his pursuit of control.Exhausted and overwhelmed, Tom felt as though he was at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, his mind racing with possibilities. He needed a plan, a way to break free from the chains that bound him to Stefan's will.In a moment of clarity, a daring idea took shape in Tom's mind. He realized that he needed to change h
Stefan found himself utterly drained, the weight of his responsibilities bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket. In desperate need of respite, he sought solace in the familiar embrace of the club, a haven where he could escape the pressures of his tumultuous existence.As he entered the dimly lit establishment, the pulsating beats of the music washed over him, a soothing balm for his weary soul. He ordered drink after drink, each one a temporary reprieve from the chaos that threatened to consume him.But as the night wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, Stefan found himself slipping further into a haze of intoxication. The world around him blurred into a dizzying whirlwind of lights and sounds, his senses dulled by the potent concoctions coursing through his veins.In his inebriated state, Stefan struggled to maintain control, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He tried in vain to find his way home, but his mind was clouded by the fog of intoxication, his thoughts mud
Stefan continued to ogle at the necklace that he had found and he couldn't get his eyes off it. The name had been well engraved on it and he couldn't help but praise the hand there had made it."Sarah! Goodness knows where she must be at the moment," he thought to himself, placing the necklace on the bedside table. There was only one person who could own it - the lady that had brought him the previous night.He remembered her face more vividly than he did earlier and the way she had spoken to her. She sounded so soft and tender as they conversed the previous night at the club..Her hand against his body gave him goosebumps and she had even topped it by driving him home. He could bet her kind was rare and only a few would still exist.Out of the blue, he jumped to his feet with a stern face. "I need to find her. It's a must," he muttered as he began to pace the room.There was no doubt finding her ess going to prove very hard especially as there was no way he could contract her. She di
The excitement that was on the faces of the three of them could never be quantified by anyone. They were radiant and the reason for their excitement wasn't far fetched.Zen stretched his hands in the air with his eyes flickering incessantly. He took a deep breath and began to speak. "Can we take a break now? My body aches from having to work and work without any rest."His lips were pouted as he spoke and Stella couldn't help but laugh. she ran her hand over his cheek with a bright smile adorning her lips."What would you like to eat?" She muttered, stylishly winking at him. Zen blushed a bit like he was some newly wedded groom.Ariel remained in a corner, smiling at the both of them. You could see the admiration in her eyes as she ogled on."What do you think about eating out? it's cool right?" Zen said out of the blue and Stella immediately agreed to it. She was too lazy to do any cooking and stressing herself over and over again.Zen rose to his feet with a swift movement and saunt
“What’s the problem and why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” stella asked when she noticed the look that was on Zen’s face. She sprung to her feet and walked to the survelliance screen where he was standing by. She peeped In and was shocked as well. Within seconds, the shock that was on her facee turned into anger. Her head turned until she was facing ariel. “Ariel,” she called in a loud voice that sent chills down Ariel’s spine. she raised her head to her, wondering what the problem could be.“Yes, you called me?” she asked, a bit confused.“Yes I did. Did you by chance inform anyone that you would be at our place?” she fired, her voice a thick baritone. It bore the anger and annoyance in her.Ariel stared in confusion, her eyes flickering incessantly. “I never informed anyone that i would be coming here. Why do you ask?” By this time, she had risen to her feet and was walking towards stella and Zen.“If you didn’t, why then is Tom and two other persons standing by the gat
For almost half an hour, the fight went on with bullets flying all over the house. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as well.Tom had come in with two other persons but he was the only one still standing. Bullets had pierced through the other two and they had fallen to the ground - dead as they should be.Tom was weary and every strength in him had been sapped but he couldn't give up even if he wanted to. He was going to fight till the very end.He found it very weird that not a single bullet from all the shots he and his men fired had landed on either of Stella, Ariel and Zen. It was astonishing and he just couldn't process it. "These people are extremely good," he thought to himself as perspiration formed on his brows. The gun was starting to slip out of his hands and he knew he had to think fast.He was stuck and the only option left to him was to get out of the house. How was that even going to happen when the exit had been shut..Without any hope of victory, he fell t
Stella and Ariel bursted into a long round of laughter that filled the room. It was funny and they couldn't control their laughter."Well, you should have known that your good for nothing boss wouldn't come for you, shouldn't you? It only shows that you are of no use to him. You are nothing but a puppet which he'll throw away once he is done, am I right?"Tom nodded his head in approval as tears cascaded down his face. He looked so piteous and had become a shadow of himself."Please do have mercy on me! I promise to leave from here and never return," he pleaded, looking so desperate and all. He swallowed hard as perspiration trickled down his face."Well well, did you also consider me when you poisoned me, or didn't you come here with the intention of killing me as well baby boy? If I had died, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?" Stella asked with a sarcastic grin on her face.She handed her phone to Zen and said, "Please do make a video of this. Stefan would be so ple