“Here,” Sugar said, pushing a glass filled for him. From Alex's expression, it was evident he cared more about getting answers than drinking. Sugar noticed that and continued, “The greater good was taking it from them, and using it to the benefit of countless. You see, the indigenous knew nothing about how to mine Labyrium, the real earth metal that made the country and the people flourish. So, because of their lack of understanding of it, they would often destroy the lands, sometimes themselves when they tried mining it."“Witnessing all of this, your family stepped up, sought out a way of properly mining the metal. After they did. They took the lands from the people with a contract that was satisfactory to both parties. Subsequently, they went into working. Most of the lands were contained by the Lords and the same people who signed the contract mined safely in it, while getting paid. Later however, upon seeing how priceless the substance eventually became to industries, the people
Alex, hesitant at first, decided to accept the bet partly because he wanted to see and study how Sugar fights. Soon, both men rose from their chairs and made their way to the boxing ring. Inside, Alex proceeded to wear boxing gear, but Sugar, smirking, told him they wouldn't be using any safety equipment. They were going to fight hand-to-hand like real men.Obviously, Alex was wary of this, as he didn't want to hurt his father's right-hand man. However, since Sugar persisted and acted like he could handle any attack, Alex agreed. He threw away the equipment he had already put on and assumed a warrior stance. The two circled each other, anticipating the first strike, while eyeing each other with predatory intent.Before the fight began, Sugar made it clear he wouldn't go easy, and Alex nodded, stating he wouldn't hold back either. Sugar beckoned him over, and with a confident smile, Alex thrust towards the aged right-hand man, hurling a punch towards a vulnerable area. His effort, howe
He took an imposing posture, breathed deeply, then appeared in front of Alex. He had moved so fast, faster than before, and Alex could barely foresee him coming that quickly. He swiftly thought of using his dragon fist again, but before he could take the proper stance, an almost deafening punch landed on his mandible. He wanted to do something, wanted to react, to block at least, but before he could, another unexpected painful punch hit his rib cage, followed by an uppercut, a cross, a hook to his head, two hefty body shots to his torso, a direct hit to his face, two to his liver, his neck, a leg swipe to unbalance him, and then a finishing kick straight to the chest that sent him plummeting to the ground, rolling to the end of the ring, and writhing in pain.Alex, folded on the ground, held all the parts of his body that hurt severely and breathed erratically. He wanted to stand to get back on his feet and show Sugar he still had it in him to win, but he couldn't. Even moving slight
Navigating through the house and reaching his bedroom, Alex entered the gigantic chamber with an astonished look. In all his life, he hadn't seen a room as spacious and stylish. Even the one he woke up in at his father's house was beautiful but not as gorgeous as this. Pacing around, he marveled at his decor; it truly had everything – a minimalist yet opulent interior, high-end glass doors leading to a balcony with a clear view of the city, and his favorite, patio furniture that blended well with the room. Everything was perfection.In the process of adoring his new room, Alex heard the swirling sound of the main door, resonated, and deduced that it must be Sugar leaving. Thinking about the Italian, Alex couldn't help but appreciate the verbal and physical training he gave him to prep for tomorrow's event and his journey into the upper-class world. However, during their physical training, he found it kind of bizarre that Sugar really wanted to hurt him and later had a change of attitu
There was personal thoughts, semi-autobiographies, love messages he wrote for his mum, pictures of him and her, and personal reflections. Reading one of his reflections, he wrote about how he did made a mistake, but then they weren't any follow up words because following pages rip away. But despite the lack of information, Alex didn't mind because he trusted his father, and he finally had something precious from him. Something that was a window to his thoughts, and also an insight to him and his mother's life. He had promised to learn more about his parents, yet this book had provided mostly enough. He would protect it at all cost. Darting his eyes at the clock in the library, he was blew away to find out that it was almost dusk. That means people, especially Kate and the Knights, would be here to take him to his party. He rose from his chair, his father's dairy in his hand, and paced to the living room where his tux laid. During some flew quick workout, and having something to eat,
It would be an understatement to say Alex's heart ached on seeing Kate doing such a thing to herself and his baby. With his legs now completely glued to the floor and his face completely livid upon witnessing the harm being done to his child, everybody present in the hall, even the media airing the party, contemplated why he wasn't moving and just staring solemnly at the Sinclairs. The Sinclairs, who definitely caught his gaze, whispered amongst themselves maliciously, then shot him an impassive expression. It seems like the twins were telling their aunt and parents about what Alex did to them, and they didn't welcome it.Stifling the fury that was slowly creeping inside him, and resisting the urge to stalk over to where Eve was and yank that bottle from her hands, Alex took a deep breath. He then purposefully made his way to the podium. On it, he captured the audience's attention, savoring the fact that just a few months ago, he was in a similar position, getting treated like a dog.
He made his way towards the washroom, and as he departed, some Knights approached, assuming the role of security, but he dismissed them confidently, asserting that he could handle any potential threats. Reluctantly, they left his side, and he wandered through the gigantic building, until he finally got to the men's bathroom. In it, he tried with everything he got to clean of the stubborn stain the drink caused, but despite his effort, it was still mildly visible in his coat. Exasperated, he breathed a sigh, and stalked out of the restroom, and back to his party. As he trudged back to main hall, he unknowingly missed the right path to the hall and end up in another corridor leading to somewhere unknown. He tried navigating his way back to where he came from, but then ended in another that led straight to a huge balcony overseeing the entire estate. Exhausted, Alex decided to call for help, but his actions was halted when he heard a wrathful yet velvet voice of a lady, echoing from the
Claire snickered lightly upon balancing herself and darted her eyes at the hand Alex had retracted from. Consequently, she folded both her arms tightly against each other, then locked eyes with Kate, staring challengingly. “I see you've told him about our family feud. You just never fail Kate. Just so f*cking dead set in bringing us to war with each other.” she crowed, and flickered her eyes at Alex, who, from his expression, looked both shocked and wrathful.“He had every right to know the type of people your family were: the atrocities they had committed, their track records, and worst of all, the lives they had ruined,” Kate blunted then also eyed Alex, whose facial was livid and body stiff. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, recalled an unforgettable relic of his past. Because truly he had, as Claire had just reminded of all the traumatic things he wished to forget, and the upcoming battles he would aimed to win. “Are you really a Del Rosario?” Alexander got a word in, and
The man chuckled heartily, revealing broken and bloodied teeth. His sudden amusement unsettled Alex, who was mere breaths away from him. He warned him to quiet down or face more beatings, but the man refused, even going as far as mocking him while continuing to laugh at his ridicules. This struck a chord in Alex, who released a series of punches to his face, not stopping still he could barely hear the man's cackling. Finally after minutes of venting his anger at his face, and his hands mildly swollen. He grabbed the man by the shirt, and pulled him.“Not so amused anymore huh? Tell me now. When Chester tasked you with kidnapping the girl, what information did he provide?” Alex's question was met with several coughs from the man, and him stiffening his face as if contemplating whether to answer. Thinking he was truly going to speak, Alex leaned in to listen, but then the man spat on his face, smirking at Alex's gullibility. His action made Alex to slowly retract from him, and prompting
Alex closed himself off for a moment, using controlled breathing to calm himself. Reflecting on everything that had transpired, it was easy for him to feel overwhelmed and lose his composure. However, with the conscious realization that he was the leader of it all – the Lord – he knew he had to take responsibility and lead when necessary. Understanding that weakness was inconsequential, he steadied himself.Heaving a deep breathe, he motioned to one of the Knight standing guard. He closed the gap between them with few strides. Then Alex Inquired about the torture methods used on enemies. His question was actually a mind-blend, as he didn't believe they would have any. But was stunned to realize that they actually do have torture methods they used on captured enemies to spill the secrets of their employers. Who would have expended that? Definitely not him. It's almost as if whenever he pushed deeper in the rabbit hole of his family, weird things keep unveiling. He surveyed the premise
Saying he was distraught would be an understatement, as he felt a mix of bewilderment, anxiety, shock, anger, and, most of all, fear. His mind also mulled over the possibility that his sister might die on her way to the hospital, and if that happened, it would be totally his fault. Her death would hang heavily on his conscience because it was his fault that she was in this predicament. If he hadn't behaved like a child and steadfastly refused to be taken here, both of them wouldn't have come in the first place, and nobody would have been hurt.Though it does beg the question: wouldn't the assassin have just rampaged through this place if they hadn't shown up and done even more damage? Wait... how did they ever know they were heading here in the first place? Because there's no way the Del Rosarios would've sent mercenaries to eliminate them here after his reveal party if they weren't certain that they were heading straight for this house. It struck him. Somebody is selling his enemies i
Verily, It wasn't common for them to be jumped in their own territory, but now that they were, it proves that their enemies no longer are no longer patiently waiting for the right moment to destroy them. They were going all out in destroying them, and didn't even the slightest, consider what the media would say from news about the Lord's sudden assassination gets out. “Stay here.” Kate ordered and prepared to go outside. Just before she could Alex held her back. “What't going on? And why are you charging out with a gun?” he questioned, agitated. “We are getting attacked by possibly one of the Del Rosarios elite assassins. In the past, when we took down their trafficking ports. We had encountered them, and were able to overpower them. But they have never tried to attack us in our turf before.” She spluttered, and bring out a knife, handing it over to him. “This is because you've been announced as the new Lord. They are desperate, and want you dead. Make sure to protect yourself the
“I told you not to speak to the press,” Kate's voice broke through the silence that had once enveloped the vehicle.“I know,” Alex mouthed, exhausted and peeved.“I told you that they are like vultures and would prey on you with utmost resolve,” Kate added, now nagging.“I know,” Alex repeated, pressing into his chair like a child getting scolded because he actually did something wrong.“They would take the things you say, twist them, then broadcast their version to the people watching. That's what I was worried about, and that was why I told you not to give them a listening ear to,” she reprimanded.“Kate, I know,” Alex bellowed. “It was my bad, and I should have listened to you, okay? Happy?” Immediately he said that statement, she quieted down, and there was absolute quietness in the limousine again.Alexander's mind still fixated on the questions he was asked at the party and how the Sinclairs looked at him after he was humiliated. Even after everything he had done, his archenemie
Alex shook his head vehemently thinking about it. Today had really be a strange day. While he walked along side Kate. His mind was was again flooded by thought of the Del Rosarios, but this type one particular one, he had thought he would despise. It was Claire, and thinking about her, he couldn't help but feel bad for the hateful words he hurled at her face. Out of spite and rage, he had uttered profanities at her, directing some of the anger he build up for her brother and father at her. If they see each other again, he would endeavor to apologize and ask about her well-being. He noticed how the Gate treated and acted around her. It didn't seem like someone who shows much affection to his wife. Or does he hate her because she is a Del Rosario? Alex wondered but blew that idea away. He knew little, but what he was certain of is that Kate had a lot of explaining to do when they get back to the mansion.They reached the entrance, and the press were all present at the door, waiting fo
Sauntering from the Sinclair's table to where he could hear Kate's voice, Alex spotted an unexpected visitor: Richard Carlos, the man he had confronted back in Madam Catherine's boutique, walking over to the Sinclair's table. Despite what had transpired between them, the crafty rich snob still had the audacity to attend his party. It seemed their showdown must've been downplayed in his mind, possibly forgetting the punch to his stomach, and he hadn't taken the hint that he shouldn't spotted anywhere close to him. Thankfully however, Richard hadn't brought his clingy girlfriend, someone Alex was not prepared to meet again.Closing the gap, they stood shoulder to shoulder in close vicinity. Scowling at each other, both men lingered in that tense moment before, strangely, Richard greeted him in the most spiteful manner possible, then walked past him to the Sinclair's table. Alex, still wary, scoffed and made his way toward Kate, pondering how Richard got out of prison so quickly. Then i
“Where is your proof to this claim?” Lily asked, knowing he doesn't have any. “I don't have any. I mean, if I wanted one, I could easily obtain it by just simply distributing the cash to whoever could provide footage. And trust me, there are a myriad of people who would provide.” Those words seemed to do the trick, and all of them, except for Kate of course, seemed genuinely taken aback. It seemed even they had forgotten that people were present in the bar, so someone must have taken footage of the confrontation. Even Alex had forgotten, so he made a mental note to remember to get that footage.Lily smiled again, this time as a mechanism to stifle the vexation that a youngster like Alex, who just entered their world, had something over them. “Hmm, I never knew a Lord could be so devious and crafty. I guess that speech about values was all a sham.” Lily sneered. “It wasn't. And I am not being crafty. I am simply playing the card I am currently being served.” Seriously, Alex couldn't
Realizing her actions, Alex couldn't help but feel appalled. Just months ago, she cheated on him with a Del Rosario while pregnant with his child, solely for his power and influence. She also stood by, watching as the man ridiculed and killed him, only to later marry the same man. Now, because he wasn't present, she was primed to latch onto another catch—him—simply because he was an upgrade. Honestly, if he could retch, he would have. He couldn't believe he once loved such a promiscuous woman.Recalling his purpose at the table, he shifted his gaze back to Lily Sinclair. The twins whispered to each other, looking visibly enraged, and balling their fist ready for a fight. However, Alex let out a scoffed at their attempts to look intimidating. He paid them no mind and proceeded with what he aimed to accomplish. “Miss Sinclair, right? Or am I mistaken? Because you and the other lady look to be of the same age, so I can't really tell who's mother and who's daughter.” He teased, making L