"I heard you married that old Draco's daughter? Damn she was quite famous with words all around because of her curves and beauty. I was wondering how she would taste-.." **DASHHH** The sentence remained incomplete. Blood spilled out of man's head as a hole right on his forehead was created in the unpredictable moment. The deep angry sound of Alejandro's gun creepied the walls of the huge meeting room. His chest rose up and down as he shot him with no hesitation. Not caring about any outcome too. He had absolutely no hint of regret on his face while holding the gun up as he looked at the now dead trash who spoke shits about his wife just seconds ago. Such a dumb human. Standing up from his seat the next second with his eyes red, he looked monstrous with his dangerous aura. "Feed him to the dogs!" He ordered as the two guards smirked at the pleasant view in front of them. No one messes with their boss indeed but this dumb man tried to be too bold and messed up with boss's woman. What an end he received.
"Stop kidding. 3 million dollars for this trash? Are you fucking high!"
A man on his late 30s yelled at the tanned toned man sitting majestically straight opposite of him.
Even the air around him was filled with richness. His pair of ocean eyes were dark that yelled immense power though still he chose to remain quiet to that insult.
The man's yell didn't bother him a bit as he still sat with his legs crossed maintaining his powerful aura.
But quite opposite of him, his men in all black standing behind him perked up at the scene of the angry client yelling at their master, with no acknowledgement of any dark consequences.
Muscles tensed up in clear anger as the two men in all black, took a step forward ready to deal with the disrespectful client who dared to raise his voice against their master but just the man with his straight face raised his hand gesturing his men to halt at their respective places.
Obeying the order of their master, they backed off quietly with their jaw tightly clenched.
Master Alejandro, the throne holder of Garcia's was no easy man to toy around.
The angry client snorted at master Alejandro's action as his one hand settled on his waist while he kept his firm glare on him with a hint of mockery and challenge.
He was playing with fire now.
"1.5 and we are done!"
The man bargained but only the sound of unamused chuckles were heard from ahead.
Deep and dark.
"I ain't doing no charity here, 3.5 it is!"
Master Alejandro spoke with his voice firm, dominating the air around the hall.
The client became dumbfounded while looking at him with his eyes wide opened as master Alejandro straight away ignored his bargain, in fact without any warning he increased the amount as if he cared less about the deal.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Another shout of anger rang around the silent meeting room as master Alejandro still remained quiet to that.
The client was evidently pissed off at this point, it wasn't like he wanted to be there but he had no choice instead.
Garcia's weapons are believed to be the best ones in comparison to any other mafia's owned arms.
Their arms had class and also they had their very own tag on it making it a brand.
Leaving all those things aside, smuggling with Garcia's was a lot safer than any other mafia leader. Master Alejandro's policies were clean even though he'd play dirty when he'd want to.
Master Alejandro had connections with the higher ups, in another words he was feeding the government silently. He had his control over the whole damn system as his smugglers obviously never got caught while delivering the arms and drugs or what not, you just name it.
Anything with Garcia's name on it was legalised around the continent even though those were illegal.
The almighty throne holder was the god damn system himself.
As a result he was the most powerful mafia lord of Europe.
Many feared him and many obviously wanted to create alliance with him for a safer guard to benefit themselves out of his name.
Having all those royalties coming along with his arms, he had the price of hell and obviously an impossible attitude to deal with.
"4!"
Master Alejandro spoke again, bored, tearing the moment of silence with his eyes blank making the client's hands ball up in utter frustration, he was indeed a manipulating man.
This was not it.
His arms surely were of best quality but the client was now getting pissed by the behaviour of him.
He though glared at master with anger but there was also a hint of silent mischievousness.
His mind flicked something as he smiled weirdly.
Now seeing master Alejandro still silently unbothered, he wanted to pull his string.
He wanted to see master act up.
"4 million dollars and your wife for a night!"
The man stated with no hint of shame.
That's when master Alejandro's head rose up to look at him for a better view.
Eyes darkened in absolute anger the same minute, his jaw clenched making the client kind of proud to be able to get his first reaction.
He successfully triggered him.
Just to test him more the client chuckled at his own feeling full of himself, he obviously got what he wanted but he decided to play along a little more, unknown to the upcoming destruction which was waiting for him ahead.
"Well, I heard you married Fernandez's second daughter? Damn she was quite famous with words about her curves and beauty. I was wondering how would she taste-"
**DASHHH**
The sentence remained incomplete.
Master Alejandro's eyes turned red as he aimed the weapon on the man, pulling the trigger in a matter of second.
Blood spilled out of the man's head as a hole right in the middle of his forehead was created in that unpredictable moment.
The deep angry sound of master Alejandro's gun creeped the walls of the huge meeting hall.
His chest rose up and down as he shot the man dead with no hesitation.
Not caring about any outcome too. He did not care one bit about the consequences.
All that bothered him was the man, whom he shot without any regret or whatsoever as he looked at the now dead trash who spoke shit about his wife just seconds ago, lying lifeless on the ground.
Such a dumb human.
Standing up from his seat the next second with his eyes still red, master Alejandro looked monstrously scary with his dangerous aura.
"Feed him to the wild dogs!"
Master ordered as the two guards standing behind him smirked at the pleasant view in front of them.
Indeed. What an end he received!
Nobody messes with their master but that dumb man tried to be too smart and took the lady of honour's name in front of the throne holder so boldly.
There was this sole thing in this world that could get master Alejandro react that way, it was his woman. Madam Genelia...
He could care less about anyone else.
Parting his lips, Jordan placed the burning cigarette on his mouth and stood up from his seat before walking towards his shelves containing all his important documents related business, but soon there a light tug on his arm stopped his actions. It was her, he knew it cause no one other than her had the audacity to enter and exit his cabin without his permission. His wife, Hattiea. Or maybe the woman pretending to be his wife? Jordan's dark eyes landed on the culprit immediately with darkness but as soon as he found her behind him close to him... He got lost for a moment or so... The proximity rose slight tension between them. Raising her fingers up, Hattiea pulled the burning cigarette out from his mouth which was still resting on his lips. Her delicate fingers brushed his chin and lips softly. Following by the smoke, he released his minty breath in slight awe, her breath taking face was so close to his face. They both never came so close to one another actually. Even though it had been quite of time getting married with one another, they minded their boundaries well. As it was not any marriage of love for them but a marriage full of compromises. Hattiea's eyes soon travelled up from his lips back to his eyes, which were still staring at her ditching their shame. "It's dangerous for your health." Hattiea exclaimed hinting his smoking habit, while looking right into his eyes. Her hazel eyes were blank yet they held millions of emotions. "So are you!" Jordan's smoky breath caressed her face. The deepness of his voice solely made Hattiea's heart race million times faster. It was true... she was dangerous for him. Way too dangerous to handle.
An unknown woman. An unrivalled man. An unexpected encounter. An unpaired couple. then an unpredictable story. "So you are telling me that a lady dragged the entire kingdom down? Just like that?" "Not just like that..."
Master Ethan Thompson, the rich 25 year old lad returned to his father's hometown after 10 long years of living in Britain. Brought up in a broken family and seeing his parents divorcing, he owned one harsh personality to easily trust in relationships. Reason of his sudden return was one. The heavy inheritance of his father demanded his attention, being the only heir of the business. Certainly many things have been changed since he left. Sick father's health was giving up rapidly and it was time for him to take over all the duties as the only successor of Thompson's dynasty. Things were expected well until one mysterious woman entered in the picture. Gorgeous, attractive and a woman with positive morals. 23 year old Sylendra Louis was taken in by Master Ethan's father when she was just only 10. Brought up by the elder man, the woman was said to be raised like his own daughter. And that very fact wasn't so easy to digest by Sebastian who just returned to his father's home, what irritated him the most was the woman's involvement in his business too. Mysterious woman's closeness with his father and too way personal engagement on his family matters made Master Ethan insecure as he started showing his hate over everything related to Sylendra, obviously unknown to the knowledge of his life slowly being fated with her. "Magic was she, black magic!"
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”