"This reunion isn't a medium for us to kill ourselves. I beg that everyone calms down." Jared butted in, trying to calm the two men. However, a hard glare from them sent him back to his seat where he remained seated until the first group walked into the room. From all indications, everyone could see they were Henry's men because of their evenly pressed suits and black sunglasses. Second later, another group which obviously belonged to Dagger waltzed in. The door was closed by the last person and they made their way to Dagger's side. After Zane liked most of the Dagger's men who were in the casino with him that night, Dagger had made it clear to them that from that night henceforth, they were trying to be on Mr. Huxley's good side. Dagger was their boss and his word was law, but a lot of them couldn't help question his words. Well, that was until he asked them to come help him bury his men who Zane had killed. The bodies were all neatly slashed in half like the person had measur
"What do you—Ah!" Henry's question was cut short when Zane really broke his hands. Zane suddenly felt a frightening heat at the back of his head and refrained from proceeding. He straightened up, arranged his collar and turned around. However, he noticed the horrified look in their eyes and sighed. "What? You'd agree with me they were bad guys." He said, trying to justify themselves. "They were still humans and didn't deserve to die." Jared said in a low tone from where he sat. "They only looked like humans. They had lost every bit of humanity in them. And were becoming professional killing machines. It was only a matter of time before they went berserk." "Stop trying to justify the fact you just killed more than a dozen humans. You are a murderer." Aster said with a tight frown. Zane looked towards her direction and scoffed, "You're a lieutenant. If your superior tells you to shoot someone who has murdered a lot of people and is currently on the run, would you?" "Yes, I would
Imperial Middle School Earlier that day "I heard you're on scholarship. And it's quite depressing to breathe in the same air with someone like you." A boy of 13, scoffed, walking towards Halsey. School had closed for the day and Halsey was currently on her way out of the school when this boy cornered her to mock her. She shrank her neck back in fright, glancing at them fearfully. "Is she dumb? Why isn't she saying anything?" One of the bullies asked, reaching out to poke Halsey on her shoulder. "Don't touch her. Who knows the disease you'll contract by that singular act?" The leader uttered in disgust. The other boy who still had his hand outstretched, nodded and withdrew his hand, "You're definitely right, Dylan. She must have different contagious diseases running through her veins." The one called Dylan smiled proudly. Folding his hands underneath his chest, he called out, "Hey! Listen to me carefully." However, Halsey didn't raise her eyes to look at him. This angered him,
Kings Hotel Steven was in a conference meeting in his office when an urgent knock sounded on his door. Without waiting to be ushered in, his assistant opened the door and walked in with a panicked look. "There's something wrong, Mr. Wright." She informed. The look on her face told him the matter was really urgent. So he rescheduled another time for the meeting and got off his laptop. "What is it?" He asked, putting on his suit jacket. "The Secret Police are downstairs. And they've taken out more than a dozen dead bodies from a room." "Dead bodies?" Steven grimaced, rushing out of his office. He rushed down to the supposed room, but was stopped by one of the Secret Police who stood in front of the door. "Hello, I'm Steven Wright, manager of this hotel. May I know what's going on?" "What happend in there has nothing to do with Kings Hotel, rest assured. And I'll advice you to return back to your office and pay a blind eye to this." The officer admonished. "I need to know who die
Collette's eyes shot open as she gasped for air. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead as she tried to get her bearings. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she struggled to understand what was happening.As she looked around, she saw that she was in her bedroom, and Adair was sleeping on the couch.. She tried to calm down, telling herself that it was just a dream. But then, the memory hit her like a ton of bricks. She remembered being grabbed and thrown into a van by two scary-looking men.Collette's body shook as she started to cry. The fear and panic she had experienced during the course of the kidnap had taken a big toll on her.. Her cries succeeded in waking Adair who immediately got off the chair and strode towards her. "It's fine. Those bad men have been apprehended by the police." Adair consoled, pulling her into his arms. "So it wasn't a dream? I was really kidnapped outside Kings Hotel." She croaked tearfully. "Kings Hotel has apologized for it. They offered us a m
Devons Manor Adair and Jordan walked to the entrance of the manor only to realize there was a doorman checking invites. "I do have different invites which were sent to all of my multiple identities." Jordan uttered, holding up his phone which displayed a page of one of the invites in his email."Does that mean I should have one too?" Adair asked, taking out his phone. Jordan sighed when he caught sight of Adair's phone. "Lord Adair, why are you yet to get another phone? I can give you mine then get another as soon as we leave here." "Other than the cracks here and there, there's nothing particularly wrong with my phone." Adair argued. "Other than the fact it's extremely displeasing to the eyes, some apps might not function properly in it." Jordan brought to his notice. Adair said nothing in reply as he scrolled through his phone. "They did send one to me." Adair mumbled in surprise, finding the invitation sitting pretty in his spam. "How did they get my email?" "They have sour
The guests who saw Henry's body also gasped and stepped backward. Trevor glanced at Adair in fright. Did Adair really kill Henry Devon? The golden son of Ian Devon? The heir to the Devon Empire who people mistake for a god? There was no doubt Adair would die in this place. As that thought surfaced in Trevor's mind, he took two steps backward, but that didn't stop his mouth from running. "The Pitt's have nothing to do with Adair Huxley and his wife! Do to him whatever you deem fit!" Trevor yelled, outrightly denouncing Adair and Collette without shame. "Is he the one who married Collette Pitt?" Silas asked, taking two steps forward. Trevor nodded vigorously, "He's the one. And she no longer bears the last name Pitt after breaking off the engagement with Henry. We kicked her out of the family because of the shame and disgrace she brought us." "How dare a good-for-nothing kill my son!" Silas thundered, the veins on his forehead protruding. "Henry Devon was a molester. He molested
"Adair, I just forwarded your resume to Aster's dad. You might not be able to get a good job, but I heard he pays every one of his workers a fair amount." Collette mumbled as she sat in front of her computer. "Whatever you say, wife." Adair smiled. Collette returned the smile . "By the way, I did hear some whispering that Iris Dame is in search of business-minded men and women. Don't you think you should apply?" He suggested. "There are a lot of talented and far more competent people who'd apply for the job as well. It'll be a waste of time to attend." She sighed. "I think you should apply as well. You should apply in person. You never know what might happen. Perhap, you might even be opportuned to see the legendary Iris Dame in person." Adair whispered, like he was telling her a secret. Collette's hand on her mouse tightened, excitement flashing in her eyes. She tried not to look affected by it as she continued scrolling through her computer, but Adair clearly saw she wasn't a
"Hello, stranger." Collette heard as she picked up an apple. She didn't need to turn around to confirm who it was. "If you hadn't shown up, I'd have been left with no choice than to believe that you have a conscience." Collette smiled, her back still turned to Hannah. "Conscience?" Hannah scoffed and walked to the shelf housing the apples. "I wasn't in a very good place when I put you in a coma which unfortunately lasted for seven years. In those seven years, Adair hasn't been much of a good ex-lover and he's been hurting. Staying out of sight and reach was the only way to guarantee my safety and that of my brother's." "Ah, I see." Collette smiled, then turned to face Hannah squarely, "My mom has absolutely no idea that her daughter was in coma for seven years. But she's throwing a feast for her return to Crest Ville after seven years of traveling the world. And everyone's invited. Even her enemies aren't left out." "Strange. Your mother doesn't strike me like such a magnanimous w
Seven Years Later A redhead, clad in baggy pants and a crop top which left her belly button out in the open, nimbly walked up the stairs of the hospital and walked towards an elevator. The elevator opened to reveal a couple making out in it. They quickly composed themselves and lowered their heads in embarrassment when they saw her. The girl smiled and placed leaned on the elevator, closing her ears as she listened to the soft sound made by the elevator as it headed up. After three minutes, the elevator slid open, and she walked out of it, what looked like a school bag, slung across her shoulder. Behind her, the couple in the elevator couldn't help poking out their head in both surprise and awe just before the doors of the elevator closed again and sent them back. This was because no one apart from the family of the person on this floor was allowed up. And it was no news that the family of this person who occupied the whole floor owned the foundation. Collette Foundation. A found
Despite Tucker's threats, Adair didn't bother with him as he bent over and carried Benjamin in his arms. “Kill her.” Tucker spoke into his phone. However, he heard nothing from the owner of the phone. “I think he's dead.” A familiar voice sounded instead. “Jordan? Of course, you're alive, and Adair had everything contained as usual.” Tucker seethed angrily and quickly left the store. He hadn't gotten far when some men, who had their faces covered, walked up to him. Almost immediately, a van pulled in front of them, and he entered the van with them. Tucker hissed numerous times as he tried his best to contain the fact he lost to Adair once again. The van drove for over an hour before it stopped under a tunnel. Tucker alighted from the van and got into a black Lincoln which was parked just beside it. The Lincoln drove out afterward and headed straight to a seven-star hotel. “Why am I being summoned when I haven't done anything?” Tucker complained as soon as he walked into a privat
It took Adair precisely eleven minutes to get to where Tucker held Halsey and Benjamin hostage. He walked in on Tucker spraying something on an unconscious Benjamin. But despite being unconscious, Benjamin would wince in pain whenever it touched him. “Don't you feel ashamed picking on someone lesser than you?” Adair mocked, making his presence known. His words didn't deter Tucker, who kept throwing the water at Benjamin. “Who said he's lesser than I? Someone who Adair Huxley calls father-in-law isn't lesser than me.” “That's that, but I still don't see how a man in his early forties is a threat to you who's more than a thousand years old.” Adair shrugged and found himself a chair to sit on. Tucker dropped the spray he held on the table and glanced above his shoulders to see Adair's cold eyes. “Those cold eyes. Why does it seem like you turned off your emotions?” Tucker asked in surprise. He was yet to hear the news about Collette getting into an accident, since Adair's men were
“No!” Zane yelled and got up to his feet as soon as possible. However, Sharon didn't fall like he expected because someone else had taken the bullet for her. “Grab her and get out of here.” Jordan hissed, as he dug his claws into his chest and pulled out the bullet lodged in it. Tucker raised his brow before flinging the gun away. “Jordan Hale. It's been a long time.” “I hoped you'd be dead by this time of the year. What a pity that good people die early, while bad people live the longest.” Jordan said in spite. “True. That's why you, Adair, Hannah and I have lived this long.” Tucker chuckled. He had better things to do, such as torturing someone with the name Benjamin Pitt, so he didn't want to waste time with Jordan. Without another word, he rushed towards Jordan and grabbed him violently by the neck, then threw him hard against the wall. Cobweb-like cracks appeared in the spot where Jordan came in contact with. The temporary pain didn't deter him, as Jordan got up almost imme
Adair and Hannah stared at each other for a long time. Then she lowered her head to her phone and increased its volume. “A few minutes ago, there was a ghastly accident which involved a drunk driver and a beautiful young woman. It's revealed that she bears the name Collette Huxley and is married to the multi-billionaire, Adair Huxley. This happened along…" The reporter's words were drowned out as soon as Adair's phone which was beside him rang out. “Hold on, I think I forgot to say I also compelled the driver to ram into her, then hand himself over to the police afterward. Don't you think I have a great sense of justice?” Hannah giggled. Adair reached for his phone and went numb when he saw it was a call from Collette. He first exhaled in relief when he realized Hannah was just messing with him. “Wife, are you alright?” He asked anxiously as soon as he answered the call. “This is Garrison Hospital, is this Adair Huxley, Collette Huxley's husband?” An unfamiliar voice asked inst
Martha's Penthouse Martha walked into the house to find Tucker drinking like he had been doing for the past three days. She had a book in her hand, which she handed over to him. “I was on my way in when someone said there's a parcel for you. All they need is your signature saying you've received it before they leave.” “A parcel? I didn't order anything.” Tucker frowned, refilling his glass with whiskey. “They can't be mistaken because your name is in this book.” Martha sighed, placing the book on the table. Tucker's phone buzzed at that moment, and he glanced at it only to exhale in disappointment, seeing it was a commercial message. “I can turn them away if that's what you want.” Martha said, reminding him there was still something for him to do. Reluctantly, Tucker reached for the book and signed it. Martha took it and left the house. She returned later with a coffin-like wrapped package. “Is it just me or does it look like a coffin?” Halsey asked, appearing from nowhere. S
1627, Crest Ville Main MarketThe sun was bright and hot when it came in contact with the skin of humans as usual, but this didn't stop them from carrying out their daily activities. Among them was a woman who went from stall to stall asking one question, “I buy vervain for a very handsome price. Do you have any to sell to me?” Suddenly, she got pulled into a corner by an elderly woman. “Going around the market asking for who has vervain is the most stupid plan I've heard in a long time. It'll only be a matter of time before he finds out what you're doing. Get a grip on yourself, Hannah!” The elder woman berated the younger one. Hannah, who had her red hair held up neatly with a pin and had on a simple floral gown, sighed and shrugged the woman's hand away. “I know what I'm doing, and I'm more careful than usual. For example, do you know Jordan is walking around the market as we speak?” Hannah scoffed. “Jordan Hale? Adair's right-hand man?” The elderly woman asked to confirm th
Adair stayed home the next day, much to the surprise of Collette. “Are you staying at home because you want to, or you're staying at home, so I won't be kidnapped like yesterday?” Collette asked guiltily. She was currently sitting in front of her working table while Adair laid on the bed fiddling with his phone. When he heard her, he paused and towards her. “I'm thinking of getting you a rope. We'll tie it on our waists, so we don't wander far from each other whenever we go out together.” Adair said, a little too serious. Collette, who was about to laugh, froze. Wait, what? “You're not serious, right?” She asked in horror. Adair, who initially had his serious face on, laughed and got out of bed. He walked up to her and shrugged, “It's no longer safe to leave you at home. Especially with Tucker and Hannah around.” “Hannah mentioned something called vervain. She explained to me, it was something capable of keeping vampires from messing with our head. Why don't you get it for me?”