"Young mistress, you can not have a lover. It would be a break of oath."The statement came like a sharp blade into her heart, one that she did not notice until it struck her. One which she still could not comprehend how it got to her, or even why.Yvonne did not understand a word of what the old butler had said. What did he mean? What was the old man saying?"Are you telling me that I can not have my own boyfriend or what?""Exactly, young mistress. It would indeed be a break of oath." Butler Henry emphasised. He did not have a problem breaking bad news to anyone. Infact, the chairman used him to inform others of things he could not bring himself to say. And this time around, it was very much a necessity.What oath was he talking about? What rubbish was he saying? "I never swore an oath." She protested."No, you did not." Butler Henry affirmed, calm and composed, yet cruelly brutal. "You were too young to know anything about it."The waters seemed to blur further. Yvonne knew somethi

"My name... my name is Hans Zimmer..." The stranger was back into consciousness and memory now bur still very much recovering from his wounds. He was not as aggressive as he was the first time when he returned to life. That time, Lyu had had to inject him back into another realm of deep sleep. He really did behave like a man who had just come back from the land of the dead. It was even a miracle that he got to live a second time. On another day, even the great Lyu might not have been able to save him."Hans Zimmer." Lyu had never heard such a name before. It did not even ring a bell. He did not know whom this man was. Neither had he any idea how he turned out like this. Brutally injured and near to the point of death. A lot of questions he had to ask."I saw you in the Rodriguez mansion." Annabelle said. She was standing behind Lyu. Hans Zimmer did not seem to recognise her."I don't think I ever saw your face.""I was a maid." Annabelle responded. She remembered how Hans Zimmer was c

Adrian Blood had left Luther Astana in a weakened and wasted state. He had driven over half of the city's landscape in the search of Lyana Rodriguez. He had met no success. There was only one way to attain success. He had to complete Virus's challenges and use those to achieve his quest in finding Lyana. He had no desire to do that. Virus was playing games with him, he knew it. But he did not have many choices now."Tell me the challenges." He accepted reluctantly. This was only a matter of time, Adrian Blood thought. As soon as he got Lyana back, his next mission would surely be to remove this viral system from himself before it forced him to go down a route so dark he could not recover from.With his old system, he felt in control. He felt lucky, and he could choose when to be brutal and when to be gentle. Virus was only invested in horrific actions of vengeance, even in situations when there was no need for such. Every single suggestion from him was pure brutal ideas and blood-stai

The story that Hans Zimmer told was engulfing and perusing that his listeners remained bemused at the facts that he had released. Annabelle was particularly intrigued to hear about Sebastian Water's unknown heir. "We used to be friends. Many years ago." She spoke. "It is refreshing to know he lives and that he is fighting injustice too." She did not even remember his name again, or how he looked like anymore. But she knew they were play mates when her father still worked under Sebastian Waters, and that her father was murdered by the same set of people who destroyed Sebastian's family. The Sebastian family were saints, the only saints in the city. Ravendale did not deserve them. When she first learnt of the return of the heir, it was only rumors that could not be taken for truth. But soon it eventually became common knowledge. The prince of Waters Corporation was back and this time he was back a king. Maybe their destinies were tied together after all, she thought. Maybe she w

"Please... please I am sorry..."With every tears that fell from her eyes, the pain only became worse. Angel had a blindfold in her eyes, but her mouths were left ungagged, allowing her to scream as much as she desired into the skies."Please forgive me..." She begged, hanging in the middle of nowhere. Her wrist burned under the impact of her metallic chains that whorled her two hands together, suspending her entire weight as she swung in the air. "Mr Blood... please I am sorry..."She remembered being tortured by that illusion. Being forced to destroy her image in front of the chairwoman and her friends. As if that was not enough, she was now dwelling in mortal pain, half naked and violated. It was hell. It was hell. "Mr Blood, please... give me another chance..."Her tormentor walked around, she could feel him. Every step he took, her heart erupted with fear and terror. She had been taken for less than a day, as long as she could follow time, and she had already felt the torment of