"You know what?" Kelly snorted. "Call security. I want this thing dragged out of here,"The receptionist smiled sheepishly. "Right away ma," She pressed some figures on the machine in front of her and seconds later, the heavy sound of the security boots echoed through the boutique. Four large and well built security guards marched into the room with stern faces..The receptionist immediately pointed her finger straight at Drake. “There he is,” she shouted. “Throw that fraudster out. He is causing a scene and harassing our VIP customer.” She smirked.Kelly tucked her arms into her side smiling wickedly.“This is exactly what you deserve,” she spat. “I want to watch them drag you out by your hair. You are a disgrace to society.” She brutally remarked. Her words were laced with pure hatred and cruelty and most importantly, her heart pounded with joy at the sight of his downfall. She was finally getting revenge for all the pain he supposedly put her family through.The guards surrounded

Lydia rolled her trembling hand over her pale face. She sat alone in her massive office, the room dark and suffocating. The air conditioner was on, humming loudly but she was still sweating profusely.Things were just moving so fast that it was difficult to grasp. Within another day, the police had taken her in for a second questioning, this time linking her to the murder of the thugs.She scratched her head, thinking fast. Did it mean that someone was secretly watching her? Because how did the police even think that she could have ordered those murders? And the thug in the hospital, she had to get to him fast before he spilled.With that, she grabbed the burning cigarette on the table and puffed in, long and draggy. She exhaled the thick smoke with a shaky breath as the cold seeped deep into her, mixed with fear.Just thinking about the fact that the police could dig up new set of evidences to get her gave her a panic attack and a head ache.Her hands were shaking as she stared at th

The bright sun brought absolutely no warmth and peace to Kelly Winters. She woke up in her large bed with a pounding headache and a bitter taste in her mouth.Her entire body was aching with the sharp pain from being violently thrown onto the concrete pavement the previous night. She dragged herself out of the rumpled bedsheets and walked slowly into her luxurious bathroom. She stared blankly at her reflection in the large mirror. Her face looked very pale and tired and surprisingly old. It looked nothing like the face she had maintained with so much money. The wrinkles around her eyes were now very visible, showing the stress she was currently going through. Her entire family was standing shamefully on the edge of total financial ruin and chaos. The public shame of being banned from the luxury boutique still burned like acid in her chest. Grief filled her soul as she remembered that day, it was still fresh in her head. The reality that Drake was kind of doing better now made the t

The heavy sound of Drake’s expensive shoes hitting the concrete floor echoed through the dark underground facility. The walls were cold and the air was heavy with the smell of death and absolute fear. Four large and well built security guards stood by the corners of the dark room. Their faces were stern with well-built muscles.They looked ready to destroy anything in their path and the one thing in their path right now was the miserable man tied to a metal chair in the center of the room.He was the sick thug from the gang who was hospitalized and with Silas's commanded, they had brought him here. Drake walked in with an aura of absolute dominance. He was dressed in his customized black suit that fitted perfectly around his broad muscular shoulders that made him look like a mafia boss. He looked incredibly wealthy and highly dangerous -like a powerful king.Silas, his subordinate, immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply in respect.“Welcome back sir,” Silas said softly. Drake

The evening sky was red, acting like a blanket over the massive city and also painting it in red color.The air was thick with a very heavy tension as Aria stood in the center of her large bedroom. She took a slow, calm and deep breath to steady her racing heart and thereafter she stared at her own reflection in the massive mirror. Two daysTwo days since she the awkward kiss scene with Drake. Two days of silence between themShe wanted to call, wanted to reach out. She had picked up her phone, probably typed messages a hundred times before clearing them out in frustration. Her hand repeatedly hovered around the call button, but she just couldn't press it.What would she say? Sorry I kissed you? Sorry I allowed my emotions get the better of me? Sorry I can't stop thinking about that kiss?She groaned and plopped back into the chair.Her phone suddenly buzzed, making her jump. Her heart skipped. Was it Drake calling? If it was, then…Her excitement disappeared when her eyes caught th