Chapter 2 

Lorraine despite being a very good girl, has always being shamed, stoned and cast aside since she was birth. 

It all started since when she was little and her grandfather asked her what she would like to become when she’s grown up, and her response of ‘I just want a normal life with someone I love…’ she blabbed to him the fairytale life she wanted. 

From that moment on her grandfather hated her, for not thinking about how the family business would progress, and rather a normal life. He termed her bastard and marked her with hatred, the hatred soon traveled through the whole of Hales’s Household. 

Thus resulting in Lorraine to be hated, stoned, maltreated, bullied, treated like trash ever since she started her life. Nevertheless, she didn’t let all this get to her. 

However, it got more worse when she began schooling, everyone also hated her. And soon, she’s the most hated girl in EastHill. No one would see her and not pick on her and throw her a stone. All this starting because of her grandfather. 

Even when her very own mother invented a scar on her face, or different marks implemented on her skin. She still love them and hope they would change. That’s the kind of girl she is, she doesn’t see the bad in people. She still hopes that one day her family would accept her. And the world would change to her.

“Let her go!” Avon walked into the lobby and said. 

A brief silence engulfed the situation, words couldn’t be seen in the mouth of Richard as he stared mindlessly at the man who shut him up. His aura emanating a different kind of dominion. Who could he be? He wondered. 

Soon the wondering was clouded with anger, realizing how he had shut him up and the audacity he possessed to do that. 

He glared at him with an easily detectable fire of anger in his eyes which could burn down an entire household. “How dare you interrupt me!” The anger in him was quick to reel about his tone as he yelled angrily at him. He pointed his finger angrily at him, “Do you know who I am?” 

Avon took the stretched finger bending it backwards, “Nobody has ever pointed at me.” He referred coldly. 

Richard yelped in pain as he stared pleadingly for him to release him, which he did. And now Richard was inundated with anger. 

He waited for no response before shouting, “Guards!” Dozens of uniformly dressed men surrounded him, “Teach him a lesson.” He pointed at Avon again, not even knowing who he is. 

The guards trooped towards Avon, attacking to take him down. Avon move swiftly, dodging each and every attack thrown his way. He move expertly catching their attack and using it on themselves and the coming rest. 

In less than five minutes, all the guards sent to take him down was on the floor temporarily paralyzed. 

Richard’s expression was overwhelmed with more anger mixed with fear and shock. How did he manage to do that. 

Not backing down still, “If you don’t see yourself out of here man. I will fucking kill you, I will make your existence a living hell. Do you know who I am. My last name is Wilson..” 

He flared up the more threatening Avon, who simply ignored him pushing slightly aside and stretching a palm towards Lorraine. 

Lorraine looked up at him, trying to find his scheme for saving her. All she saw instead was a tall and powerful, yet gentle man stretching his hand for her to take.

Avon took her hand and pulled her up with utmost care. Softly, he said to her. “Let’s go.” 

Hand in hand. They left the Hales’s Empire.

A multi-purpose vehicle without a license plate was waiting outside the villa accompanied by two men dressed in black suits. 

Avon led an astonished Lorraine over. 

One of the men started to say, “Gen….” 

Avon waved a hand, cutting him off. “Take me to The Noble House. I have to attend to her injuries.” 

Avon wasn’t just the powerful Dragon General of EastHill. He was a skilled doctor too. 

And treating Lorraine’s scars and marks would be an easy feat for him. Because he had the perfect antidote for that. 

The Noble House

At about 15,000 square meters, The Noble House was the most luxurious villa in the all of EastHill. 

It had everything from the infinity edge swimming pool, to the gym room, the private spa, the cinema, the steam room, entertainment room, the mini golf course, tennis court, the yoga and meditation area, and the outdoor lounging area. 

At the foyer of the villa, Lorraine was sat on the soft couch staring around the villa with disbelief. It resembled a palace more than anything. Ten times more luxurious than her household. 

Avon knelt and lifted her veil. 

“Don’t…” 

Lorraine panicked and shield away. With scars crisscrossing her face and entire face she was a fearful sight. She doesn’t wanna scare him or disgust him. They had not even being properly introduced with each other very well. 

Avon removed the veil anyway. 

Lorraine was extremely nervous, her heart pounding out a scared rhythm in her chest. She felt so ashamed and disgraced, all she wanted was just to disappear and hide. Hide from him and away from the world. 

Avon tilted her face up gently. It was a shocking latticework of scars and marks. He traced his finger gently over them. 

His heart ached for her, knowing what she must have pass through to garner all of this on her. 

He had a tender expression on his face, an unusual look for him. Almost in tears, he said, “Dear Lorraine, you’ve suffered so much.” 

She didn’t have the courage to look at him directly, and only fidgeted with her shirt instead. 

Softly, Avon said to her. “Trust me dear, I will take all of this away.” 

Lorraine panicked again, still not looking up at him. 

“Get me the medicine.” Avon stood up, barking out a command to whoever is nearby. 

Immediately the door to the villa was bursted open. A few men in black suits walked in, carrying a few boxes. 

Inside the boxes where expensive pills, tablets, and other types of valuable medicines. 

Avon got to work, fiddling with the items inside the boxes and mixing some of them to form a salve. 

Once he was done, he crouched down to Lorraine. She was still playing with the corner of her shirt. He took her hand in his rubbing it gently, but she pulled away hiding it behind her back so he won’t see the mark on it. Looking at the floor, “What…. Are you doing?” She asked in a quiet voice. 

“Take a deep breath Lorraine, I need you to take off your dress.” 

Lorraine bursted into tears and started crying and pulled at her dress clinging to them. With tears in her eyes, she said, “What are you gonna do to me? Please whatever you’re planning to do, I beg of you don’t. Please don’t do anything.” She cried out, thinking he was going to have her way with her. 

I mean of what reason would he have suddenly save her and brought her to his home, if not to humiliate her the more and there’s no way she can escape this because she followed him.

Ever since what she told her grandfather, she had been hurt nonstop, plagued with nightmares, stoned with hurtful words. She cried every day, and she could barely remember what it was like to felt happy. 

Looking at Avon she bit her lip, still crying. Tears pooled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. 

Avon felt his cold heart thaw looking at her. He hugged Lorraine to himself, solemnly vowing. “I will never hurt you, or allow anyone to make you feel this way again. I will protect you with all I have got. I will protect you with my life.”

Lorraine was stunned. 

Was he not going to have his way with her. 

She was too stunned to dredge up a response to him. Instead she heed to his request, trying to take off her dress. 

Avon released her, carefully helping to take off the dress since she was lame to stand up. Done Avon applied the salve he concocted unto her scars and mark. 

After that he wrapped her up with gauze entirely, even her face. When he was done, Lorraine looked just like a mummy. 

Avon guided to sit more comfortable and beside him. He carried her leg up placing it on his thighs, the leg were yet to have the salve applied on it or gauzed. He picked up another salve spraying it on it, after a thorough soft massaged, he gauzed it up. 

“Trust me, Lorraine. Three days is all it takes. I promise you that you’ll be a different person after three days.”

“A - Are you sure?” Lorraine found the courage and managed to respond. Though she did not quite believe him. 

“Of course, I would never lie to you.” 

Albeit she can’t see Avon’s face. She could hear his voice. Deep, magnetic and gentle. It warmed her heart. 

  At the Wilson’s Villa. Richard was drenched in anger, as he marched into his office with fierce steps. 

“How dare him!” He yelled as he banged the door closed. He turned around walking over to his desk, with a drawl he dragged every gadget placed on the desk on the floor. 

Angry steams blowing down his nose as he walked over to the flower vase placed beside the provided couch in his office on a table, picking it up from the table he smashed it on the ground. “I will destroy him! I will make him pay dearly!” He shouted grabbing the large television and making an unfixed throw that had the television screen shattering into pieces. 

A knock on the door interrupted his tantrum’s moment, “Who’s there?” He seethed out loud. Glaring at the door for no reason. 

“Young master, your father request to speak with you.” The latter informed. 

“Is he on the line?” 

“No he said to me for you to call him immediately you collect the phone. He has some important information to give to you.” 

With a huffed he walked over to the door, opening it and collecting the phone and immediately slamming it closed again. 

  As informed he clicked the on button, dialing the recent number and placing the phone above his left ear. 

With a crack sound that signaled the call as being picked, 

“Hello father.” His voice came out polite as he greeted, unbelievable to the ears that he was just angry and destroying things some seconds ago. 

“I heard what has happened tonight, but I forbade you to pull a stunt or try to revenge these days.” A deep calm voice spoke from the other end. 

“But why father? I want him to die, he ruined everything and….”

“If you don’t want to die, then stop. Otherwise we’ll kick you out of the family.” 

“But….”

“The Dragon General has returned.”