The maid was shocked. She had just forgotten to bring her glasses and tripped on the way to bring the tea that Noel had requested her to serve, but yet, she has once again, brought another problem into the household.The matron had strictly forbidden them to discuss about their master and mistress's relationship, and everyone seemed to be cool about it. But what she has done today will certainly make her job end.She quickly gasped took a step back and slowly retreated into a nearby houseplant to reflect on the intensity of her mistake. Meanwhile, Ash was in a state of panic. She was too stunned to even push him away. 'This is Damien's fault!' she whined for having him tease her so much like that. But what surprised her more was that he wasn't letting go of her any sooner.Realizing that he must be taking his sweet time savoring her lips, she quickly pushed the male away and covered her mouth."Ah." Damien mumbled while pulling away and smirked. "...Well, that was unexpected.""A-Ah?
Damien received a letter from Dyana three days after the party. And being the lavish woman that she is, she invites a small group of people to accompany them along with the Czar. Ash was nervous to see her brother again. She knew Czar did this to find a way to persuade her again to join the dark side. In such a short notice, Damien had to attend the gathering, but to gain more information about the Czar.The party still thrived late at the evening. As the nobles continued with their meetings, a lady entered the room stressed in pure white. All eyes that leered on Ash turned to this woman, and the room was filled with whispering.The lady in white stopped by their table, and everyone's breaths were taken away."Miss Clarissa Norwood, here, please." the model's companion pulled a seat for her in the assigned table. Clarissa, who wore a pleated, white dress and a thick blood red lipstick which matched her ponytail- placed her purse on the table and then took her seat.The woman looked p
"Have you and Clarissa Norwood always been hostile towards each other?" Eloise asked Ash.Ash frowned, followed by a sigh. "It's always been that way ever since she saw me as a competitor to the master's heart."Suddenly, Clarissa enters back the CR. Eloise and Ash dumbfoundedly looked at her. "Did you forget something?" "Shut up." Clarissa grabbed her purse which was just beside Ash's. "Move away. I'm going to retouch my make-up." Ash took off the expensive jewelry that was hanging from her ears and placed it above the marbled sink."Do you want to borrow my lipstick?" she offered it to Clarissa who was looking at her with hatred in her eyes.She looked at the cosmetic and she gritted her teeth seeing how expensive it was. She flicks it away with her arm and the lipstick fell and smeared into the pristine white floor, like a murder scene."Ah, you're so clumsy. That was one of my favorites." Ash pretended to be saddened. "Never mind, I can always purchase more if I want to.""Are
Alone in the table, were the two men, sipping from the glasses of their wine. Richard could be seen squinting his eyes as the tangy-zesty taste of champagne wallops his tongue. On the other hand, Damien could be seen nonchalantly taking continuous sips as he had more tolerance in alcohol than the other.Richard was there, so Damien thought, why not make his life a living hell?"So, tell me, Damien. When did you and Ash meet?"Damien looked at him and chuckled bitterly. "She rescued me from the bridge and took me to the doctor."Richard knew that it was the beginning of their battle. He lets out a chuckle full of sarcasm and plays with the glass on his fingers. "I'm still in love with her. Deeply. I didn't want to touch her so I found my fun with other women instead." Richard looked at Damien's amused eyes and snickered. "You can understand that feeling too, can't you?" "What feeling?" he raised a brow. "The feeling of itch in your crotch so you decided to be unfaithful and hop on oth
Damien feels a soft tug on his suit and he pivots himself backwards to see Ash. She grinned with him, full of satisfaction and Damien gave her a smirk back. He observed the woman and caressed her cheeks."Looks like things got pretty lively in there." he told her."Yeah. Clarissa slapped me." she giggled. "But it felt like nothing. The excitement I felt when approaching her, was phenomenal.""I see." Damien poked the reddish part of er cheeks. "You look like you had fun in there.""I did." she proudly told him. "Clarissa was begging and I cannot help but feel giddy about seeing her finally like that.""How many times did you slap her?""Two, as I promised. I wasn't contented with one giant slap. I needed more." she looked around and observed that everyone is looking at them. "And it seems like things got pretty interesting here, too?""Very." Damien fixed his suit. "That miscreant had been exposed of his scandalous sins."Ash couldn't help but worry. "Were you too harsh on him? There a
Ash may have drank a few bottles or so of alcohol that she did not recognize in the gathering. The Czar had not appeared during the night and Dyana was the only one entertaining everyone. After data gathering, Damien realized that it had been pointless to appear at the party as the Czar never showed up despite him being the one giving the invitation.“Maybe he did not expect me to come along and only invited Ash?” he looked at Noel as they were heading to the car. “That could be the case, Sir.” Noel agreed as he started the engine. “If so, we should be more careful now. He knows you are the enemy.”“Though I wonder what he thinks of her.” Damien focused his eyes on the girl passed out inside the car. He had carried her all the way from the top to the first floor. “Hehe.” Noel giggled. “She looks so innocent when she sleeps. You wouldn’t think she’s got arson in her head.”Damien nodded. “You’re right.”_____Ash found herself in a very familiar place. A place she once used to call ho
TEN MINUTES BEFORE THE AMBUSH “They have left the party .” The Czar was seated in his lavish Bentley, looking at the trio that exited the venue. His eyes necessarily focus on the woman being carried bridal-style by the CEO of Blackwell Tech, Damien, while his secretary made way for him to enter the vehicle. The Czar’s face contorted into disgust. “What is his relationship with Anastaschya?” “I’m told she is his bodyguard.” “So she has been working like a slave to the Blackwells..?” “N-Not necessarily, Sir.” His driver spoke. “It is rumored she is actually being treated well by her boss. It must be the reason why Anastaschya continues to serve him instead of leaving him alone. I mean, she could always escape him and return to the family." "Impossible." the Czar's pacific blues gazed straight at Damien's Rolls Royce,— harboring ill intent. "Impossible. My sister would never stoop down that low to survive by working for a man who killed our entire family." The driver sighed. "I th
“What’s that?” the Czar spotted an arm peeking out of the window from the car they were following. “Is that a gun?”Pyotr smirked. “Heh, does he really think he can make this car—”Pyotr’s words were cut off when the car speeding ahead of them suddenly explodes before their eyes. The car blasted a fire and tumbled upside down before them. "Fuck!" Pyotr tightens his grip on the wheel as the glass around their car shatters. The other vehicle flies above their car and lands behind them then explodes— dooming whoever was inside the vehicle. Pale, Pyotr turned around, breathing heavily. For a moment back there, his memories flashed before his eyes. "Are you alright, Czar?"The Czar grimaced as he held onto his seat. His blazing eyes then set on Damien's vehicle. He saw how his hand retracted back into the vehicle as if nothing happened. The Czar looked back into the wreckage as he sees the two men driving the vehicle crawl out of the burning car. They were screaming and groaning in agony.