Tyler returned home early in the morning to find Hugh and Ruth waiting for him outside the house. Isabella’s parents had joined them, too. In fact, a crowd had gathered outside the Grant residence, mainly including nosy neighbors. It was as if something unfortunate had happened.As Tyler and Isabella rolled into the driveway, the crowd surrounded them.“What took you so long?” Mrs. Green asked her daughter sternly, grabbing the girl by her arm. “Where were you last night?”“Tyler, tell me what’s going on?” Ruth asked her son. “We’ve been calling you both since yesterday evening, but there was no answer!”Unable to contact Tyler or Isabella, both mothers had sought the help of neighbors and others to find them. They were also about to file a missing persons report.The nosy neighbors scoffed at Tyler and Isabella and began voicing their own theories about the duo’s disappearance.“Youngsters these days! They have neither shame nor guilt!”“Anybody can guess what adventures they had aft
Tyler struggled with conflicting emotions for a few moments. Should he go out looking for Yara? Was it worth it even though she left on her own accord? The answer was a resounding yes. Tyler wasted no more time. He showered and dressed up quickly to set out in search of Yara. In those few moments, the young man tried to reason with himself. He had very exalted life goals like reaching the peak of his cultivation, becoming the strongest on earth, and ascending to the throne of the Seraphim King. It was a responsibility Butch Salvatore thrust on his shoulders. The Tyler who entered prison was a defeated nobody and would've probably withered away. Butch gave him power, purpose, and predestination. His life no longer belonged to himself and his compulsions. Therefore, individuals looked like stepping stones to him on the stairs that destiny cut out for him. Even though most human beings meant little to Tyler in the overarching scheme of things, he had a moral compass. He couldn't be in
"You!" Yara growled, gradually stepping back. "What devilry are you cooking here? Did you usurp my parents' restaurant? How dare you!" Ricardo cackled and imitated a baby crying. "Oooh… I drove the little girl to tears! Yeah, I took everything from your daddy and mommy and left them alive to give you the message. I can't believe it took you so long!" The young woman shook her head incredulously. She thought Ricardo's confrontation with Tyler had scared him straight. But the despicable villain had only changed address and built another lair elsewhere. People, regardless of the punishments they receive, don't change so easily. "Do you think you can get away with this crime? I'll make you pay!" The fat man threw up his arms sarcastically. "Oh, I am so scared of little Yara Mathews! She'll beat me up with her dainty fists and choke me into submission. My legs are trembling in fear!" Yara turned to her friend urgently. "Julia! Come with me! Let's get away from this monster! I'm sure th
Yara’s throat suddenly became dry, and she felt dizzy. What did Ricardo just say? Did she hear him right? Was he auctioning an intimate night with her to strangers? That was ridiculous! How lawless could the man be? “I won’t do it…” she murmured to Ricardo angrily. “How dare you try to sell me? Am I a commodity?” The fatso threw a look of disgust at her. “Fucking cunt! You will do exactly as I say! You will be my sex slave until I have recovered my losses! Or else…!” Ricardo pointed towards the side stage, where his guard held a sharp dagger to Julia’s neck. “If you as much as shake your head in disagreement, my guy will open another mouth on your friend’s neck! Is that clear?” Yara’s eyes welled with tears seeing Julia’s plight. The poor girl fell into the villain’s trap only because she worked at Mathews Munchies restaurant. Yara felt partly responsible for the predicament. She steeled herself, faced Ricardo, and nodded reluctantly. The fatso cackled in satisfaction. “That’
Ricardo's eyes widened in surprise. Did he hear the stranger right? Was the guy really from the Hilton family? How could it be confirmed to be true? On one hand, it was essential to fact-check such a tall claim. On the other, it would be rude to ask for proof. The last thing Ricardo wanted to do was offend someone from the mighty Hilton family. The fatso racked his brain and quickly took out his phone. The Hiltons were so wealthy they were practically considered royalty. Therefore, fans posted the family tree online along with pictures. Ricardo breathed a sigh of relief. The young stranger's appearance did match with someone in the generational tree. Pine Hilton, a youngster from a side branch, had recently become the head of the branch after his father's demise. It was unbelievable but true! A branch head of the wealthiest family in the state was at his pub! That would explain the five hundred grand bid. None of the usual customers had that much disposable income. Ricardo be
Yara pulled up her T-shirt slowly and reluctantly. She hoped that if she could delay even for a while, somebody would come to rescue her. But her expectations seemed unfounded.Yara's flawless waist and navel came into view first. An ordinary man would be aroused with even this much exposure. She was such a natural, exotic beauty.Pine Hilton was upon the girl in an instant. His hands grabbed her wrists firmly. Yara let go of her T-shirt in shock. She froze in her place, unable to speak or move.The young Hilton chuckled. "This is your first time with a man, huh?"He extended a hand and tried to touch her cheek. She cringed at his approach."You're mine," Pine said sternly. "I won't let anybody else touch you."Yara raised her eyes, confused by the strange choice of words. Did the young Hilton think he owned her forever? Or did he plan to purchase her from Ricardo for good? Considering his financial background and compulsive attitude, it didn't seem impossible.Pine tried to touch her
Julia had been listening to everything from backstage. She rushed into the hall with urgency. There was panic written all over her face.“Yara! Mr. Ricardo is not kidding about his collaboration with the Red Vipers!”All eyes turned to the flustered woman. Ricardo raised a surprised eyebrow but made no immediate response.“Draven Bailey used to be involved in the sex trade at Cinderella Agency,” Julia explained. “He shut it down and transferred his assets to this pub. You have no idea what kind of shitstorm Draven will bring. Please escape from here before he arrives!”Ricardo grinned viciously. Even though Julia was giving away his business secrets, he believed it to be in his favor. He wanted Tyler and Yara to realize the grievousness of their situation and tremble in fear. They needed to know that the Red Vipers gang was coming for them.Tyler narrowed his eyes. Apparently, even after he taught Draven a good lesson, the gangster did not reform his ways. He merely shifted his illici
Draven was taken aback by the stranger’s rebuttal. Did he just say that the entire Sapphire City Branch of the Red Vipers was a knockoff? The kid was either exceedingly brave or hopelessly stupid. An insult to the Grim Reaper would only serve to quicken his inevitable death. Draven was highly agitated but wanted to maintain composure before his followers. If he wanted to be a big mafia boss in the future, he had to learn to deal with misguided heroes with class. ”Why don’t you take off the hoodie and face me like a real man?” the gangster asked through clenched teeth. “Fair enough.” Tyler smirked and slowly lowered his hoodie, exposing his face. His eyes sparkled, and a soul-piercing gaze shot towards Draven. The latter’s eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized the man before him. “Tyler Grant…” he mumbled in horror. “It cannot be…” The gangster suddenly felt like his throat was dry, and his tongue was parched. He caught his own right hand on instinct. A thick bandage was rolle