The drive through the lonely street was silent, the streetlight moved in blurs, casting shades of light over the asphalt like sentinels.Kane kept glancing at the lady, the sobbing goddess beside him. She didn't breathe a word out since, only stared out through the window, hiding away tears that streaked down her eyes. Kane wondered if he was deaf..or maybe she was dumb.The headlights of his Audi A6 shone on the gate of the mansion and with just a horn, the high–tech honk recognition gate slid open to the side and Kane drove in and cut the engine off a few distance away from the mansion.James, who had been standing outside long enough, waiting for his master, heaved in relief, glanced at his watch and strode to him.He bowed gently immediately Kane stepped out of the car."Young master, I was sick worried, I thought you were only touri—”His words faltered when Kane opened the other door.James squinted at the woman seated in the car.“Ms... We're here.” Kane said quietly, staring

The marble flooring was cool beneath him, Isadora's weight pressed down on him, lush hair flopping down, dancing over Kane's face.Kane froze in place, Isadora's face zoomed in on him, her beauty staring back at him, glaring— enchanting.Isadora dragged her weight up, face dropped and fingers wrinkling on her gown nervously.“I'm..I'm sorry..” She stuttered, all nerve.Kane forced a smile, not looking at her, brushing dust that wasn't there off his suit."It's fine. I only came to check on you. I'll be out.” He quickly said, walked out but Isadora's voice stopped him at the door.She spoke, her voice tiny, barely up to whispers. “Thank you.” Kane turned to her now. He smiled. "It's nothing. Just be comfortable.” Isadora looked up now, her hands still pressed on her gown. She frowned slightly when she heard ‘comfort’ like it was a curse. The very ‘seven words’ she lacked when she was with the Finns. The place was her war zone— no peace. The Finns adopted her, barely fed her despite h

The glass door of the silk studio hissed behind Kane as he stepped in. The place was nothing short of breathtaking, polished surfaces, crystal chandelier scattering light from the high rise roofing. The space buzzed with soft hums from customers engaging in rich conversations. Expensive suits and resplendent gowns were the trademark of this place.The smell of rich Cologne and Eucalyptus filled the air— sterile and welcoming.Before Kane could linger too long, a female staff member, smartly donned in uniform— white collar vest and a short black skirt that fitted her curves, stopping on her knee, walked to him with a communicable and practiced smile."Good day, sir. Welcome to Silk studio. What kind of services should we offer you, Sir?”Kane smiled at her, acknowledging how politely she speaks. “I'm not here for services. I'm here to purchase some dresses. Something good...and fitting.”Eve, the staff smiled at him, her smile bright, wide but calculated and genuine. “Something like

Kane clamped his hand like a vice. “If you dare slap her again, you're going to regret your existence. I swear!" He said, his voice cutting across the hall like a bullet. Meanwhile, across the room, Gabriel halted. He whirled, eyes squinting on the scene. His jaw tightened. Mr. Magnus, the manager turned. He looked Kane up and down. It doesn't look like he's an ordinary person judging from how rich essembles. “Who the heck are you!? Let go of me!" He panicked, fear clawing his heart, seeing the cold and lethal gaze in Kane's eyes. Kane shoved him. Mr. Magnus stumbled but he caught himself at the last minute before he could hit his back against the wall. Kane walked to the woman and squatted in her front. She sat still on the floor, her frayed blouse wrinkled, tear blurred her eyes and the marks from the first slap was fully registered on her face like a tribal mark. “Are you okay, ma'am?" Kane asked, concern laced in his voice. The woman sniffed and nodded twice. “Let's get

It wasn't a protest, it was a challenge. It hung in the stale air like dread—unsettling.Mr. Magnus, the manager of the place knew what was about to go down. He shuffled forward, his movement heavy with dread, his face drained of its normal colour.“Mr. Finns... please.. we're sorry...” He was attempting to apologize to Gabriel again when..Gabriel didn't think once. He didn't even spare him a glance.He moved— raw kinetic energy in motion.His palm blurred through the air, moving with destructive force.PAWW!His palm connected with Mr. Magnus's face. It echoed like thunder, rumbling across the hall.Gasps rippled in waves.Hands clapped over their mouth to stifle a gasp that broke out in horror.Mr. Magnus reeled, stumbling backward till he crashed into a show glass. The glass shattered, shards clattering all over the marble.Some of the broken pieces cut through his suit, deep into his skin. His face was swollen...Damn! It was unnaturally swollen, sore from the thunderous slap. Blo