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.
Ash’s grunted as her body vigorously chapped in pain. She could feel both the fatigue and broken bones inside her from the crash. Damien and Noel were down, and now the woman was left to fend for her own.She remembered Noel’s advise clearly. Never to go out because she would be killed, but it was never going to happen. The peopole who were waiting for her to crawl out of the car were her kin.As Ash contacts back-up from the phone, she slowly makes her way out of the car. All of a sudden, a head peeks in front of her face. “Boo.”The girl almost dropped the phone. Her stomach churned and was twisted into knots. “Y-Yuri..?!”Yuri’s blonde hair and bright blue eyes were the first to greet her. The male seemed relived to find his sister alive. But Ash did not share the same reaction into seeing her own brother. She didn’t want to see him at all.“Y-Yuri.”“Sestra.” Yuri gave her his hand. “Come. I will pull you out.” “Yuri… why did you do this?” The Czar’s eyes went deadly. “Why are y
"I'm sorry, Yuri." The Czar's world crashed before him. He had waited for this opportunity for so many years, only for her sister to reject his offer to come back to his family. The Czar would not allow it. "You can go now, Yuri." Ash told him. "Leave, and I will treat this as if it has never happened. Leave this country and go back to Petersburg. There is no need for the Sumerkis here." "You're... not coming?" "Never wanted to." Ash shrugged her shoulders and started heading back to the wreckage to help the others. "The President is looking for you. He intends to destroy you, and Damien knows who you are. I love you, brother, so you have to take my warning and leave." "You say such things so easily, Sestra." Yuri's eyes were blinded with crazy ambitions to the point where it somehow led him insane. "I love you very dearly, Sestra. Let's go home, please." "I can't do that. I swore an oath to the savior of our little brother. If there was anything that our parents have taught us
The sounds of bird chirping in the distance was the first melody which Damien listened pleasantly as he opened his eyes to daylight again. His vision was hazy at first as he stared directly at the ceiling, of where he could see the streaks of the sunlight piercing his window blinds. Dust danced upon the sun’s rays. Damien investigated the room. It was his. But he didn’t remember a single thing of how he ended up in there. “Argh…” a pang seeped through the male’s head as his vision starts glitching. His surroundings go mute for a few seconds. He swept his head slowly to the side and felt someone’s touch reach his cheek. The arm prevented Damien from spinning his head too much with an embrace.“Jesus… Damien!” this woman cried. “Don’t move so much!”“Mrs. Claude?”Eloise Claude pulled herself away from the male and sighed. Her face was stricken with worry. She had been sitting on the male’s bedside for days and was losing all her hope for him to wake up.“How did I…” Damien began but h
PETERSBURG "Aleksei! We have a visitor for you!" A boy, around the age of sixteen, opened his eyes as the nurse walked into his room. The young was strapped to his bed, looking carefully at the opening door. A tall, lean man enters his room and whispers to the nurse, which eventually left. The boy was vigilant. He eyed the man with curiosity and wariness. The stranger smiled at him. He reads the name on the name tag pinned on the boy's chest. 'Aleksei Yakov Vasiliev'. "It's nice to see you again, Aleksei." Aleksei stared at the man's face for a long time but could really not recall anything from looking at it. Having been alone for a long time, Aleksei always had a welcoming nature to people and to anyone that would visit him in his chambers. A kindred expression is forced upon his face. "Who are you..?" The stranger sits on the chair just beside his bed. Aleksei stared at him with gleaming eyes. Having not seen the world, Aleksei was always curious about everything. The stran