"Knee?" Zane scoffed, his back straight, his eyes peering at the venomous woman in his front without blinking. "I don't knee to anyone, woman." He said flatly. "It's an insult."A deafening Silence settled into the dining hall following his utterance as though he'd just spoken words he wasn't supposed to utter. In the past, the zane they knew was an *sslicker, the man who bowed his head to all of their insults, but this man standing before them was different.Margaret blinked. She stepped out behind from behind the chair, his eyes flashing with anger she could barely contain. "Did you just refuse?" Her voice was low and dangerous.Zane exhaled softly and simply pulled out one chair and sat uninvited to the shock of everyone. "You're making it look awkward right now, Margaret." He said casually. "It is just a normal thing for me. Ca...Zane Mercer doesn't kneel for people." He said casually, taking a grilled chicken from the plate and biting into it. "Hmmm...yummy." He smiled ligh

"""""""Bang! Bang!A heavy knock hammered on the door the next morning. Dora stood there wearing an expensive short and fitted gown, her expression twisted with disdain as though she shouldn't even be there. "Get up your lazy ass up from the bed. Mum wants you in the living room!"The door cracked open. Zane was standing there, wearing a plain cloth. His eyes weren't tired at all or showed any sign of grogginess from sleep. Dora poured her lips, casting him a disdainful look."You're finally back to your sense. You insulted mum yesterday and had the guts to open your filthy hole you call a mouth to insult me. You're dead. Get yourself to the living room with her. Everyone is waiting!"She threw a clothes she squeezed in her hand to his chest."And Tara don't come out dressing like you were dragged out from a rat hole." She finished and strutted away. All this time, Zane was only looking at her in quiet anger. She was the reason Tara lost her voice and she was going to pay the pri

Inside of a quiet private study, a matured man, sixty years old with salt and pepper hair sat behind a polished mahogany table arrangement with files, his eyes fixed on a magazine in his hand. Suddenly, the door of the room burst open, slamming against wall. Jackson Blackthorn strode in, his loafers weaponized against the expensive marble into gunshot that echoed study that was earlier quiet."Dad!!" His voice cut through the room with the anger of a knife. "You can't believe i was humiliated and rejected like a nobody! Like i meant nothing!!" Alexander Blackthorn didn't look away from the magazine, he didn't even shift the slightest.Jackson swept off books from the table angrily. The books clattered across the marble."Im talking to you, Dad!!" His voice rose to an octave, bouncing off the wall. "I was embarrassed! Are you going to keep quiet and just stare at the book when I just got slapped in the face!"Alexander paused hearing that. He looked away from the page and looked at

Tara jerked up from the seat, the chair scrapped hard on the Marble. Even though Dora was cruel to her, even though she had hurt her again and again, hearing her panicking voice over the call made her heart skipped."Dora, why are you sounding like that..where are you?" She stammered, the phone planted to her ear."Im.. outside... the hospital.." Dora's voice cracked through the speaker. "Hello..Dora.." But the connection had snapped.Tara's heart raced with panic. She hurriedly left the lobby. The cold air hit her face, fluttering her hair. She looked around the premise for the familiar face of Dora but she didn't see anyone. She decided to dail her number again. It rang and went to voicemail. Her heart beat quickened."Where could she be?" She extended the search to the curb. The road was buzzing with cars passing along. Suddenly, a black Van pulled over at her side with a screech. The door was already opened. A strong hand pulled her into the Van. The door slammed shut before sh

"What is going on in this room?" Ms. Hedge turned to the doctor. "I gave the authorization, Dr. Henderson.""Ms. Hedge, you're here.." A smile crossed his face seeing her. He had always liked and wanted to get closer to the Heiress and he was looking every means to get her approval. This was another chance and he was glad he came in before it was too late. His voice dropped to a softer edge, crossing the polite border to a romantic dip. "You shouldn't have here all by yourself, Ms. Hedge. You could have simply give a call and we'll come over to your aid. I am always here to help you. What is the situation?" He pushed towards the bed and shoved Zane to the side. "You're going to kill him! Why place your hand on a dying patient chest? This is crude!" He hissed, his voice carrying across the room with command."Dr. Henderson you don't just walk into a room and stop a treatment I authorized." He turned and a sharp laughter escaped his lips. "Authorized? For him?" He waved at Zane at