Everyone turned to Dustin as Rachel and Henry looked him up and down like he was some piece of shit.He did not belong in that polished, glassy store. Rachel’s lips curled.“And who is this rag of a man?” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear.Henry joined her laughter. He adjusted the strap of his expensive watch and smirked as if the gesture alone proved his worth. “Who let you in here? What business do you have interrupting our conversation?”.“How did you even enter with that village attire” Rachel added, eyes crawling over Dustin with open disgust. “Or are you the newly appointed cleaner? Even a cleaner shouldn't dress like this”Dustin did not react. He stood still, calm, almost detached. Then he started. “I am…”. “He’s my bodyguard,” Serena cut in quickly before Dustin could speak. Her voice came too fast.Dustin noticed it but said nothing. He simply just scoffed. “You don’t have to always interfere,” Serena warned him with a hard look, her jaw tight.“But I am your

Henry looked at his father. Mr. Wilson looked furious. He then glanced at Dustin back. He had no choice, his father once disowned one of his blood brother that was misbehaving. He knew his won't be different. His legs felt like lead as he knelt to the floor. “I… I’m sorry,” Henry muttered. “Louder!” Mr. Wilson shouted. “And you, girl! Get down there too!” Rachel’s face turned bright red. She had never been so embarrassed in her life. Reluctantly, she knelt down next to Henry. The two of them, who had mocked Dustin as a “village boy,” were now bowing at his feet. “We are sorry for what we did,” they said together. “Now get out,” Mr. Wilson hissed. Henry scrambled to his feet, his face twisted in rage. He didn’t look back. He grabbed Rachel’s arm. “Let’s go!” he said through gritted teeth and stormed out of the boutique. Once the doors closed, Mr. Wilson turned back to Dustin. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was terrified that his son’s disrespect would bring the wrath of

Serena fought with every bit of strength she had left. She kicked and scratched, but the two guards held her down like stone statues . Mr. Roland walked over, his face twisted into a sick smile. He pulled a small glass vial from his pocket. "Open up," he hissed with a lot of tension on his face. He grabbed her chin and forced her mouth open. He poured the liquid down her throat. Serena coughed and tried to spit it out, but he held her jaw shut until she swallowed. Within seconds, the fire in her muscles died out, replaced by a heavy, floating feeling of alcohol. Her arms felt so weak and tired, it was like a poison to her. The guards let her go, and she slumped to the floor. She tried to lift a hand, but she couldn't even wiggle her fingers. "Stay outside," Mr. Roland told his men. "Do not let anyone in. even if it urgent. there isn't anything urgent than getting under this bitch pants" The guards nodded, then walked out and locked the heavy door. Mr. Roland looked d

The air outside the assemblyman’s villa was heavy with the smell of blood and war. When Mrs. Earnshaw, Mrs. Morgan, and Ferdinand pulled up in a panic, their eyes never believed what they were seeing. Dustin was standing by the shattered entrance, his hands tucked into his pockets, looking as calm as a man waiting for a bus, he wasn’t too bothered by there appearance. "You!" Mrs. Earnshaw screamed, stumbling out of the car. She rushed at him, her face twisted in a mask of terror and rage. "What are you doing here, you useless boy? Where is my daughter? Where is Serena?" Mrs. Morgan followed close behind, but she stopped dead when she looked at the pavement. "Blood..." she whispered, pointing at the dark, wet stains splattered across the marble steps. "Oh God, there’s blood everywhere! Dustin, what did you do? Where is she?" She panicked. Dustin didn't move. His voice was flat, devoid of the panic they were feeling. "Serena is safe. The Red Eagle squad arrived jus

Chapter 19Ferdinand scoffed, "It obvious, the one lying here is you!. and yeah, Commander Calvin will come here to prove it!".Ms. Morgan added, "And I shall ask him to beat you to pulp for lying that you know him, and talking someone effort!"."Enough!" Serena’s voice was weak, but it cut through the noise. "I have a massive headache. Can you all just keep it quiet for one minute?"The room fell silent. Mrs. Morgan rushed to the bedside, smoothing Serena’s hair. "Of course, darling. We’re just trying to make sure this... this peasant doesn't take credit for Ferdinand’s hard work."Serena looked at Dustin, then at Ferdinand. Her memory was hazy, "Dustin... I remember him coming into the room. I remember his voice, he fought Roland to save me. If Ferdinand called his father for backup too, then I’m grateful to both of you."She stopped there. She didn't mention the cold shiver that ran down her spine when she looked at Ferdinand. She hadn't forgotten the night when Ferdinand tried