Ash was in the airport, in the waiting area. She was just an hour away from a flight to another country, only a few minutes left, and then they would be called to the plane to take their seats. She had her bags with her, so prepared to leave and take her well-deserved break. She even had the fanciest shades and some summer outfits. She swore that when she goes back to Petersburg, she would run to the beach first.In the middle of her ambitious daydreaming, she receives a call on her phone. The woman looked at the caller's I.D and realized it was her boss— Damien. She grunted and pressed the end call and went back to her daydreaming. Before she could lean back on her chair to relax again, a text pops up from her screen.“Argh!” she growled, causing other passengers to sit away from her. “Why is he disturbing me this time?! Can’t I ever take a break?!”She clicked the messages icon and read what her needy boss wanted to do.‘I need help.’The girl stopped. Her irritated face turned seri
When the car gets back home, Damien exited the vehicle while Ash turned the engine off. She then hopped off the car and was met by Damien scrutinizing her. She crossed her arms. She could already tell from the look on his face that he had something to tell. Ash lazily looked at him and faced her master with a bored face. “What is it, Master?” “Watermelon dress." he pointed, smiling like an idiot. "You did not wear your usual black today.” Ash became silent. Of course, she couldn’t. She didn’t want to bring any gloomy clothes when she was supposed to attend her little brother’s birthday party. Besides she didn't want to be passed off as a freak on the plane. “Is that a problem, Master? Shall I change?” “No,” Damien replied as fast as he could. “I think I have you too much to do, Miss Harlock. I will be asking more of you in the next weeks, especially during the ceremony.” “What’s with the formality?” she scratched her nape. “Sounds weird for you to call me a miss.” “You are not i
When Damien was out of the shower, Ash was still waiting but had already fallen asleep in his bed. He dried off his hair with a towel and then picked up his clothes before coming any closer to her. He was concerned that if she woke up seeing him undressed from shower, he'd earn a black eye. He'd seen what Ash had done to those people. And getting injured by Ash is the last thing he could ever want. Upon finishing, he poked the girl from sleep. Ash groaned and slapped his hands away but sleepily. She continues to murmur inaudible words that Damien knew were of another language. He knew very little of Ash, but what did it matter? Why should he bother learning so much about this mysterious foreign girl, anyway?Even so, Damien could not understand why his heart longed to know more about Ash. Damien could easily deny it, but this time he couldn’t. How can he deny being curious and amused about her when this woman is sleeping vulnerably across his bed, spreading her silver hair— dous
Ash could hear them in the garden from where she stood. She had been following the two but on the other side of the maze. When they mentioned Rose, Ash’s eyes turned into hurt and despair. She also remembered the time when Rose and Tyrell adopted her. She treated her like their child even if their real one was somewhere out there. Ash, being the responsible person that she is— made sure that Damien would not run into trouble.Ash had been eyeing Damien for years ever since she found out that Blackwell’s son truly did exist in some part of the world. At first, she was envious— plotting to kill the heir if ever he comes back. But when she saw Damien for the first time when she was spying at the orphanage in a disguise as a wealthy kid— her plots shattered.For some reason, she pitied him. Rose loved him so dearly and she could see the pain in Tyrell’s eyes when he looked at his son from afar. She promised Rose that she would look after Damien— protect him even if she was not there anymo
Clandestine Resort and Hotels was star-studded. Everywhere you look, celebrities with their sparkling regalias will never fail to catch your breath. Amongst these celebrities was the actress and model, also co-founder of Avele— Clarissa Norwood-Colton; with her paramour, the one and only CEO of Colton Corporation, Richard Colton. As the two emerged from their sleek, black Porsche— the flashing of cameras became rapid, taking shots from the two nonstop. Clarissa’s arm was curled around Richard’s and they both had smiles on their faces.Today, they arrived after an invitation from the Blackwells, owner of Blackwell Tech, the most trusted brand in the gaming industry. They had received this invitation in their mails, and Clarissa was overjoyed to be a part of it.This was her forte— late-night parties and lavish banquets, mingling with other reputed names in the industry. As the two earned the attention of the media, Ash Harlock stood behind a pillar along with the new secretary, Noel—
Ash wore the dress he gave her. He told her to see it more as a present. She stared at her reflection in the mirror while putting her special revolving on the small belt on her thigh. She then covered it with the fabric and looked at herself again, this time— at her own features.It had been so long since she last wore a dress as majestic as this. The more the stared at the regalia, the more her eyes were blinded by the jewels that sparkle on her eyes. There was a knock on the door of the dressing room. “Are you finished?” was Secretary’s Noel question. “Yeah.” Ash opened the door. “How does it look?”Secretary Noel stared at her with a surprised face while Damien only nodded as if he has already expected that she would look that beautiful in such a dress. “Perfect. Let’s go when you’re ready.”“Right.” Ash nods, a little bit nervous about how it would go for her to protect her master in flimsy attire. “Behind you, Master.” “Behind me?” Damien raised an eyebrow. “I have told you t
Damien and Ash became the highlight of tonight’s party.Not a single head was turned away from them and they quickly captured the attention of the paparazzi. Camera flashes started running, brightly blinding the people in the scene. Everyone went crazy to find this new exotic pair.Damien was nervous as he walked, but his cold face kept the others fooled by how classy he remained. Meanwhile, Ash kept squeezing his arm, telling him he was being too stiff. They both forced a smile on their audiences who stared at them with mouths gaping open. “Calm down, Master,” Ash whispered to him. “You don’t wanna get too stiff and trip, do you not?”“Are they looking?” Damien asked her.Ash’s polar blue eyes swept the venue until they spotted the Coltons in the front. Their eyes were wide and they were pale as the tablecloth. Their lips were parted as if they have seen a ghost. This brought Ash so much enjoyment. She slowly rested her head against Damien’s arm and cuddled. “Yes, they are.”Damie
A round of applause erupted as the true heir of BW Tech finally appears after so many years. They all turn their heads to Damien, who smiled gently at his father who was on the stage. Damien stood up from his seat, glanced at Ash, who smiled at him too— and then proceeded to the stage to reunite in his father’s arms.Tyrell Blackwell receives his son on the stage and the two embrace in front of the media. Another synchronization of clapping once again bursts in the air. Camera flashes went wild and all the news channels in the TV were talking about the event, especially Damien!As the Blackwells shared their moments of success and Damien rise to the top as Blackwell’s new CEO, the Coltons watched bitterly at their table, their jaws clenching and fists tightly packed. Ash glanced at the two with a devilish smile.“I can’t believe it! Damien! That son of a—”“Shut up, Ricky.” Clarissa snapped at him not wanting to embarrass themselves in the banquet. It is only then that it was clear to
Hi everyone, it's me Sabbiekeku, again! I have made additional edits to the book regarding name-switches, loose ends of the story and inconsistent information. I sincerely apologize for this as I have been very preoccupied during the making of the finale of this book. Anyway, if you may have noticed, the book's title have been changed to 'Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss' from its former title, 'Secretly A Mafia Boss: Bittersweet Vengeance'. This is one of the major changes that have been implemented to my book with my editor's suggestion and I thought I should inform readers of that. You've come to the end of this book. Thank you for being involved. Sabbiekeku
Hi everyone! It's Sabbiekeku here! I have reviewed and did all the necessary changes all the chapters, and it might be reflected next week. I also noticed that I placed Mr. Hunter, instead of Blackwell for the Chapter ' Wake Up'. Hunter is a different character from a story I am writing and I think I placed his name on accident! (This is what you get for having so many characters in your head...) I usually write my stories during nighttime, as in the morning I have college classes; so it makes me a little bit light-headed. Please pardon me. I also had my midterms this month, so it was quite a challenge. I am so happy for the support that this book had garnered, and I actually didn't expect it. You make so much happy every time you unlock chapter and support me. It really means a lot as an author! BONUS REMARKS: I initially planned to actually kill off Ash. I am a very straightforward fantasy writer and usually, when my characters are engaging in really fatal fights, I really do
Damien's heart sank at the sight of Ash's confusion. He had hoped that she would remember him, but it seemed like she had no recollection of anything that had happened before the accident."I'm Damien," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Your husband."Ash furrowed her brow, looking at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "Husband?" she repeated as if the word didn't make sense to her.Damien took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We've been married for years now."Ash's eyes widened in surprise, and she tried to sit up, wincing at the pain in her body. "I don't remember," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't remember anything."Damien took her hand, holding it tightly. "It's okay," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "You've been through a lot. But I'm here for you. I'll help you remember."Over the next few days, Damien spent every moment by Ash's side, trying to help her piece together her memories. H
As Damien slowly opened his eyes, he felt a piercing pain in his head. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and weak. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened.Then it all came flooding back to him. The gunfight, Mikhail, and the realization that he had killed his own father-in-law. Damien's heart sank as the memories overwhelmed him.He tried to sit up, but his family members urged him to lie back down. "How are you feeling, Damien?" Eloise, asked him softly.Damien shook his head, unable to find the words to describe the pain he was feeling. "What happened?" he managed to ask.Lilian, his cousin, took his hand and gently explained the events that had led up to him being in the hospital. "You were shot, Damien," she said. "The doctors managed to save you, but you were in a coma for a few days."Damien's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that he had been so close to death. He looked around the room and saw the worried faces of his family member
Damien, Ash, and Tyrion were relieved to be out of the warehouse and away from Mikhail's grasp. They were grateful for Clarissa's help in getting them out, but something about her behavior felt off. She seemed distracted, her eyes darting around nervously, and she kept checking her surrounding every few minutes.Damien approached her, asking if everything was okay. "You've been acting weird since we got out of there. Is there something you're not telling us?" he asked.Clarissa shook her head, offering a weak smile. "No, no, everything's fine. I'm just a bit shaken up," she replied.Ash placed a hand on Clarissa's shoulder, offering her comfort. "It's okay, Clarissa. We're all a bit shaken up after what happened. But we're safe now. Let's go home," she said.They started walking towards the car, but Clarissa hesitated. She looked back at the warehouse, then at her phone again. Damien and Ash exchanged a worried glance."Clarissa, come on. We need to get out of here," Damien said, his v
As Damien crouches in the dark corner of his cell, he listens intently to the conversation taking place outside. He hears the triumphant laughter of Mikhail and his men as they celebrate their recent victory over the police force. Damien's mind drifts back to his childhood memories of his mother, Rose, and how she was brutally murdered by Mikhail's men.Mikhail begins to brag about the attack, recounting the details of how they had invaded Rose's home and dragged her out into the streets. He talks about how she had begged for mercy, but they had ignored her pleas and continued to beat her until she lay lifeless on the ground.As Mikhail continues to boast, Tyrion, who was listening all along, became angry. He stands up and starts to move towards the cell door as he knew his father was there. But the guards are quick to notice, and they rush towards him, grabbing him by the arms and throwing him back into the corner.Mikhail turns to face the guards, "Make sure he doesn't cause any tro
Damien tried to ignore the pain in his body as he was thrown into a dark, damp room. He could feel blood trickling down his face from the blows he had received. It was only when the door slammed shut that he realized he was alone with his captors.He could hear footsteps approaching and braced himself for the worst. The door creaked open and in walked Mikhail, a twisted smile on his face."Well, well, well. Look who we have here," Mikhail said, mockingly. "The great Damien, reduced to a bloody mess."Damien gritted his teeth, not wanting to give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him in pain."What do you want from me, Mikhail?" Damien asked, his voice hoarse.Mikhail laughed. "Want? I already have what I want. Your family is in shambles, and now you're here, helpless."Damien's mind raced, thinking of a way out of this situation. He couldn't let Mikhail win."You know, Mikhail, you and I can be in-laws. Think about Ash, your daughter. Think about your grandson. Do you really want t
Damien anxiously waited for any news about his son's whereabouts. The past few days had been a blur of dead ends and false leads, but he refused to give up. He knew he had to find his son before it was too late.As he paced back and forth in his living room, his phone rang. It was Carlton, his friend and the lieutenant of the police department."Damien, I've got some intel for you," Carlton said. "We've been tracking Mikhail's movements and we've got a lead on his location."Damien's heart skipped a beat. "Where is he?""He's holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. We've got a team ready to move in, but we wanted to let you know first.""Thanks, Carlton. I'll be there."Damien quickly grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. He knew he had to act fast. Mikhail was dangerous, and he wouldn't hesitate to harm his son if he felt threatened. Ash tried to follow him, but Damien told her to stay. "What are you doing? He's my son too! Didn't I warn you that my father
Damien made his way toward the graveyard where his parents were laid to rest. As he approached their graves, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the field of headstones. He sat down in front of their graves, feeling the cool grass beneath him."Mom, Dad," he began softly, "I know you're not here to answer me, but I need your advice." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Tyrion, our son, has been kidnapped by Mikhail. I'm scared that things might not go as planned during the rescue. I don't know what to do."As he spoke, Ash watched from a nearby corner. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes, but she also saw his strength and determination. She believed in him, even if he didn't believe in himself.Damien continued to talk to his parent's graves, pouring out his heart to them. He shared his worries, his fears, and his hopes for the future. He talked about his love for Ash and their family, and how he was willing to