The heart monitor by the bedside table beeped, increasing the sense of foreboding within Christian, each beep sounded like his grandmother's life was fading away. "Christian," the old woman croaked weakly, her tone airy, her throat dry. Christian leaned closer to her, her frail hands in his tight grip and listened as she whispered, "You promised to let me see her, Christian, you promised I would see your beloved wife before I leave this earth." She said faintly, with a smile that brightened her pale and wrinkled face for a split second. "You will." He replied, his voice a deep baritone that hid his emotions, hid the sadness and dread within him to lose the only family he had, the only human who truly loved him. "You made a promise Christian, I raised you to be a man of your words." She reminded him, her feeble eyes staring pointedly at his handsome chiseled face. Christian nodded, "I'll bring her to you now, rest, I'll have the doctors check on you." He said and rose fro
Maybe it was the cold air blasting from the air conditioner in the car or the coldness from his very soul. Christian wasn't sure but he certainly felt frozen inside. The car rumbled to a halt in front of his gate and he sat for a few more minutes, looking over the news site. Stephanie Matt's, she was unmarried according to the news. The press had never been informed of her marriage, she had never officially announced it. Christian clenched his fists and his jaw ticked in contained fury as he got out of the car and opened his front door. Stephanie was on the couch, a perfect picture of poise, grace and beauty. Her blonde hair was pulled into a perfect ponytail and her velvety red dress complemented her soft blue eyes perfectly. Her face was a cold and nasty mask as she sneered at him, "Where have you been?" Christian strolled closer to her, his face unreadable, serene, too calm and unperturbed as she stared at him, goading him into action. He felt a certain sense of resig
Stephanie panicked as she saw the angry face of her parents. Her father was reddening with anger and her mother looked ready to kill. She regretted having to confront Christian after his loss and she wished she didn't have to do it but her parents were there and they had no intentions of going easy on him. "Where have you been, boy! For three days?" Mr. Rolando asked, his face mad. Then he realized Christian was neither intimidated nor affected by his query, instead he was wearing a piercing look that scared them both. "Who do you think you are, Christian? Neglecting our daughter and going off to nowhere for three whole days, you disgust me! " Stephanie's mother snapped and then moved into the room, going to stand beside her daughter, one hand on her shoulder and her glare directed at Christian. "What's this fiasco?" Christian asked, his voice as icy as when they'd first arrived, clearly unruffled by their outburst. This only scared the Rolando's who went ahead to bark at C
The click of the door, despite being a small sound, seemed to resound in Stephanie's head. She had agreed to divorce Christian but she felt she'd hurt him too much, seeing as he was still mourning grandma's loss. She also felt guilty for not being there with her, for her when she was in her last minutes. She felt drained and guilty and she wanted to be alone. Stephanie fell on the couch with an exhausted sigh as her parents laughed and mocked at Christian, confirming his signature and being thankful that he'd left without any fight. "You know, I thought he'd want to be smart, good thing I was here to handle him." Her father said with a proud smile and then looked at Demon who was still hovering around Stephanie, hoping to talk to her. "And look, I invited Demon over, I thought he could cheer you up and you know...get to know you, I know Christian was never capable of being the right one for you, you deserve better. " Mr Rolando said and smiled at Demon who gave her a wink
Christian hoped it was a bad joke, but she didn't seem eager to laugh it out anytime soon, she even looked a little nervous, biting her bottom lip and her gaze a little uncertain. Bafflement was clearly on Christian's face as Alice struggled to explain what she meant. "It's...not a real boyfriend Christian, I mean, I need your help." She said quickly, hoping to calm Christian who looked too shocked to function. "Look, I don't mean a real boyfriend, it's gonna be a faux, I just couldn't think of someone else that would be better for this than you, and I thought I could finally take that debt you said you owed me," she stated with a shrug and Christian nodded. "My father thinks I just attend his fundraiser night, I don't know why he lets them drag him to these fancy fake things but...he insisted I must come too. There's a man I'm trying to avoid and...I want you to come with me, just to make me have a plus one, maybe he'll back off once he sees I'm not alone." She explained calml
Harry Banter was not just another number at the party, he was popular, he was feared and he was a fierce fighter. Alice could feel her bones chill as she heard his voice from behind her. She braced herself for his assault, he was not the kind to back down without a fight. Harry Banter, the son of a mafia boss, he was the infamous Hunter, the martial art fighter and a notorious show off. It was not in his nature to take no for an answer, one of the reasons Alice was trying damn hard to avoid him, even going as far as taking Christian along with her, hoping to use him as a shield so Hunger would back down, but she should have known better. The Banter and wills were one of the richest and ruthless mafia in the city and. Harry's father had always wanted him to marry Alice and finally unite the two families, making them an even greater name. But Alice was not into Harry, she had no intentions of being with him and talking more of marrying him. "Don't be rude, Alice, introduce us
Christian stood still, his eyes unblinking as Harry jeered at him, his wry smile mocking, goading Christian into action but Christian wasn't that easily baited, he remained unmoved, his back straight, his stance firm. "You have no idea how many men have fallen by my hands, boy." He smirked mockingly, circling Christian like a culture would the carcass of its prey. Many in the crowd cheered and taunted Christian because they believed and had a first hand experience of Harry's skills in the ring, he'd won many cage fights underground and he was famous for his ruthlessness and lack of mercy for his opponent. He always fought to the last drop of blood - of his rival. "Don't you think for a second that you will walk free, no, you've met your end, Mr stranger." Harry said with a mocking laugh as he strolled to the open field where the crowd was pulling together, same taking out their cell phones for pictures. "I've killed seven men, all with my bare hands." He said, his voice a low a
The crowd stood in absolute awe, many astonished faces gazing at Christian and down at Harry who was sprawled on the field, clearly unconscious. The disbelief was murmured around as many could not tell how he did it but evidently he'd taken Harry out with one strike and he was not only down but he remained there until his goons went to check if he was okay. Christian looked across the field and caught Alice's eyes. She was staring at him with an odd expression, a mixture of surprise and fright. But as he smiled, she burst out laughing, her eyes wide with pleasant surprise. She'd found the perfect man who could stand his own even in the presence of men like Harry, she knew she had found herself a treasure. In all her years of acquaintance with the Hunter family, she'd never seen a single man who could take out Harry, not with his MMA record or his brutality in the ring. She was blissfully surprised that Christian was able to take Harry out with no stain on his immaculate white