Whispers spread across the lobby, each comment carrying surprise, all eyes piercing on the young man who had just walked in, his dressing completely out of place among the expensive suits and flamboyant gowns, and yet he spoke with the guts of someone who owned the whole land.Who's the boss really?"I expect you to be on your knee now, crawling at my feet like a good kid maybe I'll have that mercy you spoke about on you. Because once my brother, the manager of the whole hotel is here, your life is done!"She spoke with the entitlement of a spoilt baby sister."You'll spend some good time in prison.." Her lips curled in mock amusement, "...and maybe you'll have your first child there too, because you just take on his baby sister to mess with."Rowan didn't speak. He kept glancing at his old wrist watch like a bomber expecting the detonation of a hidden bomb."Five minutes." He mumbled. The receptionist poked finger at his chest, jeering as Rowan's silence made her look like a fool. "

*************"We're not!" Joyce fired back with emotions and pain and anger exploding in her voice. This was her weakness. One weakness Gerald knew how to manipulate when they were together in the marriage. "You cheated! You lied! You don't get the chance to come back again and never call back again!" "I cheated?" Gerald laughed like a hyna that saw blood and weakness. "What did you do? You have been cheating too. You couldn't trust your husband..""Ex-husband!" She fired."— Whatever. You couldn't trust me with secrets. You thought I wasn't loyal and you signed everything away. To a boy you knew nothing about, to a boy you trusted more than your own husband. Who cheated?""Who cheated?" Joyce let out a laughter that bounced off the wall and rattled the glass face of the wall clock. "What a convenient bastard. You said I wasn't submissive after every thing I did for you, after every of your instructions I followed like a puppet till I caught you with Jane. Yet you come back home smi

Rowan arrived at Crescent Table at exactly Eight ante meridian. He stepped down from a private car the hotel manager stubbornly persisted. He straightened his posture, dressed in a simple outfit but unmistakable by those who actually recognized the latest designs of clothes, a black shirt and a jean trouser that together cost more than everything packed up in his former wardrobe.He walked into the restaurant. He wasn't particularly familiar with the place but he'd seen adverts and he knew what walking into a place like Crescent really meant— you don't check your Account balance here— you come here because you could afford luxury plates.The hall was modestly occupied with people in expensive clothing eating around the table and staff members attending to entering patrons with professional smiles. Rowan walked to an empty table at the corner where he could see the street through the transparent glass wall.He settled in the seat, looked around the place, pulled out his phone to dial

"DONT—"The voice was sharp steel.A stronger hand grabbed her wrist in a firm grip that could actually break bone.Anabelle winced.A man stood tall beside Rowan, 6'5", shoulder squared against brown leather jacket, eyes hard like steel, gaze that would actually see through soul and bleed something vital inside.Knox.He shoved Anabelle back with a small force that was meant to be warning. She stumbled back just two steps, lucky Jack standing by caught him before the floor did.Jack balanced her. They didn't move. Knox's uninvited presence drew confusion mixed with fear on their face."Master," His voice was deep. He turned to Rowan and bowed gently. Anabelle could have gasped, but she was still catching her breath from the small push her balance couldn't sustain. "Master—?" But her expression registered it than any words could qualify."What is going on? Who is the Master—"Jack gaped, unsure of what to say. His expression mirrored Annabelle's. Absolute shock.Rowan stood perfectl

Annabelle went back home in another ride, a taxi while Jack drove in his step-father's car, Mr. Bennett's. His finger gripped the wheel tight like he had personal unsettled grudge with the inanimate aluminum.Anger about his ruined date with Annabelle was directed at Rowan.He always ruin things.His presence always stirr something unpromising.His grip grew harder, jaw clenching, knuckle popping hard on skin."That bastard—" he slammed fist on the steering, accelerating above speed limit through the bustling street through clenched jaw and eyes that burn with rage.Annabelle was out of the taxi before it stopped completely. Her make-up was slightly out of place, her dress which had been colorful earlier now looks like it had lost it's relevant. She opened the door with a slammed and strutted in angrily, heels pounding hard like sound alone would swallow every memories that happened at the restaurant that suddenly made eating feels irrelevant and anger the only thing that could satis