After Guolong left, Anthony suddenly became a little more cheerful… in fact, to such an extent where his behavior began to give chills to his staff.The same staff members, who had only seen their Master burning with the anger of a Demon King, or the wrath of a person who has no mercy for anyone or anything in this entire world, had to avert their gazes in shock and horror. That's why, the cheerfulness on his face was making them believe in all the superstitions they had ever heard, as they all were fearing the ominous silence that had started to spread in the house! Anthony also seemed to be aware of this silent environment of terror, but he was quite enjoying it.Seeing people in fear, pain and panic was his favorite pastime.And today, when he finally had all the three Aces in his hands… didn't he deserve to enjoy himself a little bit?Humming to himself, he sat on the couch and gestured to the butler to bring the bottle of scotch… after all, today called for a time of celebratio
"Uhum!" Cassie replied, the moment she heard the proposal for dinner from Mark.So it was not just Mark who didn't want the dance to end, but Cassie as well; as the end of their moves was simply going to indicate that the night was so close to being over.But she didn't want it to end so soon, especially when it had just started.The tiny steps we take in our lives, fill the circumstances of really significant portions of our lives- and right now, Cassie wanted to take those steps through dancing.Meanwhile, she noticed that Mark was doing as she had requested.Yes, request… because currently, she didn't think that she was in the position to order or demand something from him.The guilt was still evident in her mind, and she really didn't know how long it was going to stay… and to be honest, she really didn't even want it to end.Mark twirled her around, and catching her back in his arms, he spoke;"Babe! I know you love dancing, and you have always loved dancing with me, but right
It didn't take too long for both of them to finish their dinner, and after that, Mark noticed that Cassie was already feeling sleepy."You want to sleep now, don't you?'"Not really -" Cassie spoke in a low tone, fearing the unknown if the night was truly over."Cass! Love, nothing is going to change, no matter how many days as well as nights may pass!So just chill, and don't torture yourself like this."Saying this, he got up from his place and gave her a hand to help her stand up.Before she could have stood completely on her feet, he reached out for her waist and pulled her in his arms.If it would have been some other day, she might have protested; but today, she was really tired and so much had happened in just one day.His arms gave her the comfort she had been looking for, the entire day.__________Mark's POV:I really wonder how she is going to become a mother, when she herself is basically just like a child.Like who falls asleep in their partner's arms, the moment they re
The adage about days having wings attached to them, is truly an understatement when one carefully thinks about it. Especially considering that the speed with which the days were passing was definitely faster than a bird flying in the open sky… with its wings wide open and with their full speed.Because ten days had passed in the blink of an eye..Mark was getting ready for the trial, standing in front of a grand, ornate mirror in the villa, dressed in a tailored suit. In the golden accents, and soft, muted lighting, Mark's reflection in the mirror showcased a man who had changed during the course of the last five years. His once carefree demeanor had transformed into a steely resolve, a determination to see the case through to its conclusion. The weight of his family's expectations and the memory of his brother's tragic death rested heavily on his shoulders.Mark adjusted his tie, a black silk one that signified his mourning for his brother, and at the same time, he couldn't help b
Anxiety started to bubble up inside Mark's heart.He didn't know what was the reason behind it, but how was it possible that Anthony was standing in front of him?Wasn't he dead already?Had people started returning off from the land of the dead as well, without being claimed or looking like a zombie, Dracula or ghost?!Then how and why… were his eyes deceiving him ?Or even if they were, then why? Was it all a lie, did he really see the same person he recognised, the same person he knew couldn't appear in front of him in any situation? Or was he just hallucinating because of the panic of the result of the jury?Or was it just some random person who had a crazy resemblance to Anthony? Anything was possible, but the fact that a dead person had recovered from their death is an imagination that requires some medicines and really good sleep.Think that, he wanted to ask his lawyer about who he really was and what he was there for.But before he could have completed his thoughts and deci
The courtroom buzzed with anticipation, and the atmosphere grew thick with tension as the judge entered, draped in solemn black robes. Mark sat on the edge of his seat, eyes fixed on the person who was finally here as a result of his consistent efforts— Connor Lawrence, who had managed to escape justice at every turn… but not this time.This time, he had plenty of evidence to have him sentenced, but Connor seemed completely unbothered by the fact that all these people had gathered here for his trial. Flanked by his defense attorney, he was wearing a mask of composure that did a good job at hiding the storm inside. However, Mark could still tell that he was putting on a false air of confidence, because his eyes betrayed a hint of anxiety, revealing a crack in the facade. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the room, and their gazes locked for a brief moment, as Mark noticed a flicker of defiance.It was a game… a chess match, where the pieces were people's lives, and the stakes
Anthony knew that there was a hundred and ten percent chance that Marcus would identify him in the first place.But he still chose to visit the courtroom, as he wanted to see the defeat on his face.After all, the defeat of the Rovers was the only motivation for his life this time.He was a villain of the story that had started with his beginning and would end with him and his victory only.Because in his story, the villain shall never lose.Hence after meeting Marcus, he headed directly towards his car, knowing what his next move is going to be and how he was going to use his new puppet, whom he has just saved.He had already briefed everything to the lawyer to send it as a message to Connor and he should be coming to him in the night.And before this, he was supposed to wrap up the things that were still incomplete.__________________Mark had returned home after a particularly disappointing day in the trial proceedings for his brother's murder. As he drove up to the grand entrance
"What do you mean?!"Cassie couldn't decide whether or not Mark was joking. On one hand, the statement was too absurd to be true; on the other hand, his mood was too serious to be frivolous.Before she could decide, Mark himself opened his mouth."Connor was given bail today, on the basis of his heart condition and lack of evidence-" "Didn't Simon and Jerry show up?"She couldn't hold herself back from asking; the way she had been thinking, with two witnesses and solid evidence, their case was supposed to be airtight. Then how had he managed to escape?"A look of distress crossed his face."They did. But their testimony fell flat in the face of cross questioning. I don't know who this new attorney was… but he didn't let anyone go without probing deeply.He needled both Jerry and Simon about whether or not they had seen Connor hit Matteo with their own eyes… and he twisted it such that they couldn't conclude his guilt."Cassie's furrowed brows showed her confusion clearly; meanwhile M