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’So much blood,’ that was Alexander’s first thought as he observed the gun in his hand. The gun was a present from Viktor Reno for his sixteenth birthday, and it had tasted so much bad blood. But none was more satisfying than when he finally got the chance to blow off those bastards’ skulls. The

The door opened and a brunette lady entered. And as soon as their eyes met, Alexander’s gaze narrowed slightly. There was this sudden feeling that overwhelmed him. It was a nagging feeling. She felt familiar, but he didn’t remember meeting her or seeing her before. Yet, the strange feeling wouldn’t go away. “You’re Anna’s friend,

“She is nothing like her half-sister Claudia.” Alexander leaned back in his chair, listening to his assistant. “She’s the daughter of George’s mistress. You know what that means. And worse she has some health issues too.” “How was she treated by her family?” He didn’t understand why he wanted to know. He just couldn’t get

I was in and out of consciousness several times, I felt my whole body burning, but a moment later I was cold. Probably this was a dream, but I found myself in the master bedroom with sunlight streaming in through the open window. I was no longer in that basement, surrounded by darkness, sleeping on

I stared down at the shattered pieces of glass and ceramic on the floor, my chest tightening in panic. I didn’t even know how it happened. One moment, I was excitedly exploring the room, and the next, my elbow hit the pedestal, sending the beautiful sculpture of a woman holding a baby crashing to the

The drive back was no better than the one before. Every nerve in my body was on edge. We might be a couple now, but it wasn’t compulsory that we had to live together since it was a fake wedding. I thought of asking him to drop me at a motel, but something about his

I sank onto the bed, feeling numb, and utterly confused. Marriage contract? Was he serious? It didn’t matter if he was some CEO or a king. I wasn’t going to marry him. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my bag, jolting me out of my reverie. I took it out and when I saw who it

Six days passed by and no one came except for the butler, who brought trays of food and left without a word. Even when I asked him questions, he never answered me. I stood by the window, staring down at the estate. Everything felt cold and lifeless here. In fact it was even worse than

“She is Steele’s daughter.” Ethan’s words hung in the air, hitting Alexander like a cruel punch in his gut. “Say that again.” “That girl. Anna Steele. She’s George Steele’s daughter.” Alexander slowly turned around, his blue eyes meeting Ethan’s. “That white-haired thing I pulled out of the water is ’his’ daughter?” “Yes,” Ethan confirmed. “I