Mindviewers Stories

There lived a flamboyant and feathery fowl named Danny. Danny was no ordinary fowl; he was a rooster with a penchant for blaring loud music at all hours. His favorite pastime? Cranking up the volume and strutting around like a rockstar, completely oblivious to the uproar he was causing in the community.

Every morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Danny would blast his favorite tunes, much to the dismay of the sleepyheads trying to catch a few extra winks. Even during the quiet of the night, the neighborhood would resonate with Danny's greatest hits as startled residents mulled over the mystery of how a rooster managed to jam out so loud.

"Hey, Danny, you're waking up the whole neighborhood with that racket!" complained one of his neighbors.

But Danny was unperturbed. He strutted with even more gusto and ratched the volume up a notch higher, much like a rooster reveling in his own morning crowing.

His friend Lizard, who lived in the same neighborhood, attempted to reason with Danny. "Hey, Danny, why not turn down the music a bit? It's making everyone twitchy!"

But Danny, full of himself and thinking he was the king of the coop, retorted, "I'm just setting the mood for the morning! No one appreciates a good beat like I do."

Even his close friend, Rat, warned him, "Danny, you're turning the entire place into a wild concert. It's not good, buddy!"

Yet Danny danced to his own melody. "Don't be such a downer, Rat. If you've got it, flaunt it – that's what I always say!"

So, Danny merrily continued his daily routine, bobbing his head to the music while the disgruntled neighbors tossed and turned, their ears ringing with every decibel.

One fateful night, as Danny snoozed soundly amidst his pulsating playlist, a wily burglar, craving a bit of midnight mischief, found his way into Danny's humble abode. Slipping through an open window, the thief rifled through Danny's possessions with the agility of a ninja, leaving no nook or cranny unturned.

As the morning sun began to rise, Danny finally roused from his peaceful slumber, basking in the echo of his own music. That's when he realized something was terribly amiss – his snazzy furniture was nowhere to be found, not even a single feather pillow! The walls were barren, the cabinets stripped bare, and all that echoed through the empty shell of a house was the persistent beat of his music player.

In a frenzy, Danny flapped his wings and let out a squawk that could be heard across the whole neighborhood. "Where's my stuff?! What happened to my prized possessions?!"

To his utter astonishment, the only thing left in his possession was his beloved music player.

Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a young woman named Emma. From a young age, Emma had always been filled with a quiet confidence and a fierce determination to chase her dreams. She excelled in school, shone on the soccer field, and had a natural gift for connecting with others.

But as Emma grew older, a shadow began to creep into her heart – the shadow of insecurity. It started as a whisper in the back of her mind, a nagging doubt that she wasn't good enough, smart enough, or worthy enough of the success and happiness she craved. At first, Emma brushed off these thoughts, telling herself they were just passing clouds in an otherwise sunny sky.

However, as she entered her teenage years, the whispers grew louder, more insistent. Emma found herself constantly comparing herself to her peers, measuring her worth by their achievements and appearances. She began to doubt her own abilities and talents, questioning whether she truly deserved the love and admiration she received from those around her.

The turning point came during Emma's senior year of high school. She had been selected to give a speech at graduation, an honor that should have filled her with pride and excitement. But instead, as the day drew closer, Emma felt a gnawing sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. What if she stumbled over her words? What if she failed to inspire her classmates? What if she let everyone down?

On the day of the graduation ceremony, Emma stood at the podium, her heart pounding in her chest. As she looked out at the sea of expectant faces before her, a wave of panic washed over her. The weight of her insecurities bore down on her like a heavy cloak, suffocating her voice and stealing her confidence.

In that moment, Emma faltered. Her words stumbled and tripped over each other, her voice trembling with uncertainty. The speech she had worked so hard on became a jumbled mess of half-formed sentences and lost thoughts. And as she stepped down from the stage, the applause that followed felt hollow, tinged with disappointment and pity.

For weeks after the graduation ceremony, Emma was consumed by shame and self-doubt. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had let herself and everyone else down, that her insecurity had gotten the best of her in the most crucial moment of her young life.

But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Emma began to see a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of her insecurity. She realized that her stumble at graduation was not a reflection of her worth or potential, but rather a reminder of the power that fear and doubt can hold over us if we allow them to.

With newfound determination, Emma set out on a journey of self-discovery and healing. She sought out therapy to work through her insecurities, surrounded herself with friends who lifted her up and encouraged her to be true to herself. She dove headfirst into her passions – writing, painting, hiking in the woods – and rediscovered the joy and confidence that had once fueled her spirit.

Slowly but surely, Emma began to chip away at the walls of insecurity that had held her captive for so long. She learned to embrace her imperfections as part of what made her unique, to see failure not as a reflection of her worth but as an opportunity for growth and resilience.

And as she stood on the precipice of adulthood, looking out at a world full of endless possibilities and unknown adventures, Emma knew that she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and grace. Her journey through insecurity had been a rocky one, filled with twists and turns, highs and lows. But in the end, it had led her to a place of deep self-awareness and unwavering strength – a place where she could stand tall, unafraid to shine brightly as the remarkable soul she was always meant to be.

as the greatest wizard of all time.

Angadan had always felt like an outcast in the wizarding world. His parents were renowned for their magical abilities, but when it came time for Angadan to showcase his own skills, he fell flat. He tried and tried, but nothing seemed to work. His parents were disappointed, and he felt like a failure.

But Angadan refused to give up. He knew that his destiny was greater than this, and he was determined to find a way to tap into his own unique powers. For years, he studied every magic book he could find, trying out different spells and incantations. He practiced day and night, honing his skills and exploring new ways of using his magic.

Finally, one night, as Angadan lay in bed crying, something shifted inside of him. He felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, and he knew that he had finally found his true calling. With renewed confidence, he began planning the greatest magic show the world had ever seen.

People came from all around to watch Angadan perform, expecting him to fail yet again. But when he took the stage and began weaving spells in a way that no one had ever seen before, the crowd was mesmerized. Every trick he performed was unique and wondrous, tappping into the very fibers of the universe around him.

By the time his show was over, the once-mocking crowd was cheering his name, hailing him as the greatest wizard of all time. And Angadan knew that he had truly found his purpose in life. He continued to perform and inspire for decades to come, earning his place in the annals of wizarding history as one of the greatest of all time.

Many years ago in the land of oré, there was born a boy with six fingers and six toes.

As at that time it was considered an abomination in the land for a child to be born with six fingers and six toes. For any child born of that trait is been casted away into the forest far from the village.

When Inyi was born, his parents had no choice but to cast him away, they took him to the forest and kept him beside an iroko tree and left him there to his fate.

Inyi lay beside the iroko tree in Oji. For two days he cried and cried but no one came to rescue him.

The second day in the evening, A hunter was passing through the Iroko tree in Oji and found the little baby who was abandoned by his parents. The hunter took pity on him and carried him to his house.

The hunter took Care of the boy Inyi as a son and Inyi lacked nothing. The hunter later became the ruler of Oji Kingdom.

Among the sons of the hunter, Inyi grew more stronger and smarter than the biological sons of Oji.

Inyi did the farm works, fed the animals and many other things.

When the hunter grew old, the Eze Mmuo(Chief Priest) asked the hunter to bring forth all his sons as the gods wants to selected a new king after him from them.

Then as the tradition of the land the king brought forth all his children except for Inyi the child he picked beside the big iroko tree.

The Eze mmuo told the children to put their hands in the pot in front of them filled with soldier ants. The soldier ants were visible and coming out of the pots.

The King's children were too scared and non could put their Hands in the soldier hands pot. The Eze Mmuo(Chief Priest) was surprised, he knew that the gods can never lie. So again he asked the king, Are this all your sons? The king said yes. These are all my sons. The Eze Mmuo pointed at the young boy who was rearing goats at the back of the kings house.

What about this boy? The Eze Mmuo asked. His name is Inyi, He is not my son, he is just a boy I picked from the iroko tree down the outcast of the village. The king said, But the Eze Mmuo demanded that the king brings the boy forth and he asked the boy to put his hands in the pot filled with soldier ants, and without fear the Inyi put his hands inside the pot.

Immediately he was named heir to the kingdom.

Many years later when Inyi became king and named his kingdom after his name Inyi there was a great famine from the land of his birth which he was banish from. The people of the land had to come to Inyi land to seek for food because the land of Inyi became the land with the biggest market among the neighboring villages.

The fate of the people from his birth land was now laid on his hands.

Morals: The rejected stone becomes the chief corner stone.

when we think we are doing evil to someone, God is rather using the Evil we did as the good to that person.

The ways of God is not the ways of man.

Once upon a time, there was a couple who seemed perfect together from the outside. They shared laughs, dreams, and promises of forever. But behind closed doors, their relationship was toxic.

He was controlling, constantly monitoring her every move and isolating her from friends and family. She felt suffocated, but she was too scared to leave because he had convinced her that she was nothing without him.

As time went on, the emotional abuse escalated into physical violence. She bore the bruises and scars in silence, too ashamed to seek help or confide in anyone. She lived in constant fear, never knowing what would trigger his rage next.

Despite the pain and suffering, she couldn't find the strength to break free. She felt trapped in a cycle of love and fear, hoping that things would change but knowing deep down that they never would.

In the end, it took a wake-up call—a moment of clarity—for her to realize that she deserved better. With the support of loved ones and the courage to leave, she finally escaped the clutches of her worst nightmare and began to rebuild her life piece by piece.

There is more to the moon than meets the eye. If you take time to carefully research the moon, you will be surprised - its reference in ancient history. It's perfect geometrical symmetry and even astronaut testimonies - all seem to point to one logical conclusion. However I will let you arrive at that conclusion yourself.

Our moon is most likely a hollowed out structure and an artificial satellite that was intentionally placed in the earth's orbit thousands of years ago, and the advanced engineers that accomplished this intended not just to influence the earth's biology but to oversee and control her inhabitants.

The moon seems as natural as the landscape around us, but when you look at all the freakish facts, you will see what NASA researcher Dr Robin Brett saw. This is what he said "It seems easier to explain the non-existence of the moon, than it does to explain its existence"

The moon is millions of years older than the earth

No one can explain why the moon is older by the earth, and older by millions of years. None of the collision with earth theories make even a shred of sense.

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"A Costly Step"
Jane took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door. She was about to make the biggest decision of her life. Should she take the leap and do it, or should she turn and run?
It had all started three months ago. She had been at a friend's house when she had first seen him. He was tall, dark, and handsome - everything she had ever dreamed of in a man. They had locked eyes across the crowded room, and she knew that he was the one.
But there was a problem. He was her best friend's brother. She had known her friend since childhood, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing her friendship over this. But the attraction was too strong, and she couldn't deny her feelings any longer.
She knocked on the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard footsteps, and then the door opened to reveal him. He looked at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
She took a deep breath and said, "I came to tell you that I'm in love with you."
There was a moment of silence, and then he said, "I'm sorry, but I can't return your feelings. You're my sister's best friend, and it would be wrong to betray her trust. I'm flattered, but I'm not interested."
The words hit Jane like a punch in the gut. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she fought them back. She couldn't let him see her cry.
"I understand," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Thank you for being honest with me."
With that, she turned and walked away, her heart breaking as she went. She knew that she had made a mistake, but it was too late to take it back now. The damage was done, and she would have to live with the consequences.
As the days turned into weeks, Jane tried to move on with her life. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him out of her head. She thought about him all the time, and she couldn't seem to forget the way he had looked at her that day.
It was a few months later when she got the news that changed everything. She had just been settling down to watch her favorite TV show when her phone rang. It was her friend, and when she picked up the phone, she could hear the tears in her friend's voice.
"What's wrong?" she asked, a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"It's my brother," her friend said, her voice breaking. "He's been in an accident. He's in the hospital, and he's not doing well."
Jane felt like the world had stopped spinning. "What happened?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"He was driving home from work when a drunk driver hit him," her friend said. "I don't know if he's going to make it."
Jane's heart ached for her friend, and for her friend's brother. She had never wished harm on anyone, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness towards the drunk driver who had caused so much pain.
The next few days were a blur. She went to the hospital to visit her friend's brother, and he was in bad shape. He was unconscious, and the doctors didn't know if he would ever wake up. Jane sat by his bedside, holding his hand and talking to him, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. She just hoped that somehow, her words would reach him and give him the strength to fight.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he began to show signs of improvement. He started to open his eyes and respond to commands. It was a slow process, but he was making progress.
As Jane watched him get stronger, she felt a mix of relief and guilt. She was grateful that he was on the road to recovery, but she couldn't help but feel responsible for what had happened to him. If she hadn't pursued him, he wouldn't have been driving home that night. She had put him in danger, and it was all her fault.
She struggled with these feelings for weeks, but eventually she realized that she couldn't blame herself. The drunk driver was the one who had caused the accident, and it wasn't her fault. She couldn't control what other people did, but she could control how she responded to it. She decided to focus on the positive - her friend's brother was getting better, and she was grateful for that.
Over time, he made a full recovery, and Jane was there every step of the way. She was so relieved that he was okay, and she knew that she had been lucky. The experience had taught her a valuable lesson - life was fragile, and it was important to appreciate every moment. She would never take anything for granted again.
As time went on, Jane's friendship with her friend's brother grew stronger. They had been through a lot together, and they had a special bond. They talked about everything - their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. They were like family, and she was grateful for that.
And as for her feelings for him, they had changed. She still cared about him deeply, but she no longer felt the same way she had before. She was happy to have him in her life as a friend, and that was enough.
The experience had changed her in other ways, too. Before, she had been so focused on her career and her future. Now, she realized that the most important thing in life was the relationships she had with the people she cared about. She made an effort to spend more time with her friends and family, and to make sure they knew how much she loved them. She also made a point of living in the moment, instead of worrying about what might happen in the future.
She had come a long way since that fateful night, and she knew she was a different person now. But she was thankful for that, because it had made her appreciate the things that truly mattered.
Jane had come to the realization that life was a precious gift, and that every moment should be savored. The experience had changed her perspective on life, and she was grateful for that. She was excited for the future, and she knew that whatever happened, she would face it with a new appreciation for the things that truly mattered. And as for her friend's brother, he would always have a special place in her heart..
THE END.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lily who had an insatiable craving for oranges. Every day on her way home from school, she would pass by the bustling fruit section of the market, her mouth watering at the sight of the vibrant, juicy oranges. However, she was always short of money, so she could never afford to buy them, much less any additional fruits.

One particularly sunny day, as she strolled through the market, she paused in front of the array of colorful fruits, silently longing for the oranges and other fruits she couldn't have. Just as she was about to continue on her way, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. To her surprise, two of her male friends, David and Jake, were waving at her from a nearby fruit stand.

As if answering her silent prayer, they motioned for her to come closer. Lily approached, her heart pounding with curiosity. With beaming smiles, the two boys handed her a bag filled with the most luscious oranges and an assortment of other fruits. Lily stared at them in disbelief, trying to comprehend the unexpected gift.

"Surprise! We thought you might enjoy these," Jake said with a mischievous grin.

Lily was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. She couldn't believe her luck as she accepted the generous gift. She was touched by the consideration and kindness of her friends in fulfilling her heart's desire for fresh fruits, especially the oranges she had been longing for.

With the bag of fruits in hand, Lily joyfully skipped her way back home. The load of citrusy goodness felt like a treasure, and she knew she would be greeted with a burst of happiness from her family. As she entered her neighborhood, her neighbors couldn't help but notice the radiant smile on her face and the bulging sack of fruits she carried. They could tell that something extraordinary had happened to Lily that day.

Yellow looked at her with pity in her eyes. If only Jeslyn knows that getting a divorce would make her already complicated life even more problematic.

Yellow thought of the brighter side of everything. It was good that the man she married was Alpha Chaos and not the Yu guy, or the Xu guy.

If she had married the enemy, what would they have done? It seems Pink has a reason for not wanting to tell her why she loved Jeslyn so much. Because the minute Pink saw news of Jelsyn getting in trouble, she immediately ordered for Jeslyn to be sent to prison to be with her.

Yes, to Jelsyn, the person who sent her to prison was her hidden enemy... the young Miss. But the truth is, almost everything was Pink's doing.

Pink made the public lawyer given to Jeslyn behave like a c*nt in court. She made Emma busy and threatened Ava's manager to not allow Ava to appear in court, preventing them from attending the testimony.

Pink also made the person in charge of the prison send Jeslyn to Pink's cell even though Jeslyn was not supposed to be in their prison cell in the first place.

Sometimes, Pink purposely allows the inmates to bully Jeslyn just to make her shed her weak persona. However, all the prisoners who dared to raise their hands on Jeslyn, they are already below 6ft.

As for the Chen family, well, Pink didn't do much to them. She only did a little something to put them in a stagnant position. They can't grow beyond how they are.

"...Yellow!"

Yellow was pulled out of her reverie at Jeslyn's scream. "What is it?" She asked.

"You were spacing out and aren't answering my inquiries," Jeslyn said with a sad pout.

"Sorry about that. What were you saying?"

"I… I can't remember," Jeslyn didn't want to say because she was angry that she got ignored.

Yellow sighed and shook her head, "petty," she smiled. "Oh, you talked about a contract. What were the terms?"

Jeslyn shrank until she became small inside her blanket.

Seeing this, Yellow couldn't hold back her amazement and let out a peal of boisterous laughter.

"Little bunny, you didn't read the contract before you signed it," she said without a doubt.

Jeslyn nodded in slow motion.

"Hahahaha… What else should I have expected? So, what have you been doing since you don't know what was expected of you?"

"Making trouble for that little villain… talking of that child, where is he?" Jeslyn could remember that she felt a small hand on her back before she lost her senses.

Her heart jumped when she saw Yellow giving her a pitiful look.

"W– What? What happened to him? Where is Valen?" Jeslyn started to feel anxious as she asked the questions without stopping to take a breath.

"Calm down, the little master is fine, but I don't think your days in this house will be as quiet as it has been."

"What do you mean?" Although she was told to calm down, Jeslyn couldn't find herself calming down.

"Little master dislocated his wrist. He wouldn't say what happened, but Pink suspects it has something to do with you because for the past five days, he has been coming here to give you a slap on your cheek… hahaha."

"F–five days?!..." while her eyes widened in shock, Jelsyn's hands hurriedly touched her cheeks and yelled, "you little demon!... But wait, you said his wrist was dislocated?" She frowned.

Jeslyn put aside the fact that she has been unconscious for five days and immediately settled with Valen's situation.

"Yes. It's been five days already, so he's getting better, as for you, doctor Matt said you can't leave your room until you start your treatment, because if you get another trigger by accident…"

Yellow paused and hesitated. Pain flickered through her cold eyes for a brief moment that didn't escape Jeslyn's eyes.

"What will happen to me?" Jeslyn asked, a little alarmed.

Seeing this, Yellow decided to not talk about it anymore and changed the topic.

"You should find a way to get those contracts you signed and read through them. Once your husband sends them to Spid, even if the world ends, he won't change his statement. However, you still have a chance to make him change the statements that aren't to your advantage."

Yellow advised before she got up and hurried out in large strides to prevent Jeslyn from asking her another sensitive question.

"Hey, older sister…"

Bang!
The sound of the door getting slammed shut Jeslyn up.

She took a deep breath and shut her eyes to remember what the last doctor told her grandfather after her last attack.

"Chairman Lee, your granddaughter's illness is not known, you have to prevent her from getting triggered, or else she won't live past five years."

Jeslyn opened her eyes and brushed back her silky smooth and long hair.

She had always known about her illness and had embraced it. However, if she doesn't pay those people back, her soul will find no peace which was why her conscience was tormenting her.

Jeslyn partly blames herself for her family's downfall. She feels that if she hadn't let Ray into her life, things might have been different.

She also feels that if she hadn't aggravated her grandfather, he wouldn't have been so upset and his death wouldn't have come so soon.

Jeslyn wiped the tear that found its way to her cheek before she got off the bed to go check on Valen.
…

Inside Maverick's study room…

Matt and Maverick were seen standing in the dimmed room.

Maverick had his back to Matt who seemed to be saying something.

"Her illness is a result of virus ingestion. The chemical has the properties of the Xu family's ATOM."

Maverick turned around to look at Matt, "ATOM?"

Matt nodded, "yes."

Maverick knitted his brows in deep thought.

"Mav, how did your wife get to know about ATOM and the Xu family? Only the Xu family has such drugs in the whole world, so how did she get in contact with it?"

"How long has the virus been in her body?" Maverick asked.

"Around eleven years." Matt cautiously looked at Maverick before he continued, "she shouldn't have been able to survive this long unless she's being given a suppression pill. She might be a test subject… like Va–"

"Shut up!" The air around Maverick suddenly turned cold and his face changed.

Matt sighed and took a step towards Maverick. He stared him in the eyes and said with caution. "How about we test the treatment on her? If it works, Valen will get well too–"

Maverick turned his back to Matt in silence.

After a long silence in the room, Matt shook his head and continued, "she's a nobody to you. Why are you caring for her? Rex told me how you two got entangled in this marriage. Since it's for a year, you should take advantage of the opportunity in front of you. Let's use her to test out the treatments I came up with–"

"Matt…" silence dominated the room after Maverick spoke. "Take your eyes… off her. Or else, I'll rip your sister apart."

His words were unhurried. Drawing the words to make Matt understand his meaning which Matt didn't fail to comprehend.

Matt is one of the best doctors and scientists in Country M. He's a maniac when it comes to his profession.

The Xu family had produced a deadly virus called ATOM and for over a decade, Matt didn't stop to find the antidote. Because he couldn't make it, Matt became obsessed with the research and whatever opportunity he finds to get closer to the cure, he never gives it up.

"Fine, you don't have to get my sister involved. I won't touch Jeslyn, but–"

"Why are you still here?" Maverick asked without warmth in his voice. Not that he has ever spoken with warmth to anyone except Jeslyn though.

"Your health…" Matt paused to see if Maverick would be aversive to the topic. When he didn't, Matt continued, "your lack of sleep is getting to you. You look strained. I know you don't take the sleeping pills I leave for you, but Mav, you should take them so you can have a good sleep for once.
What would Valen do if something were to happen to you? How will he get to see his mother? Please Mav, I'm not asking you to do this for yourself, but do it for your son. He has every right to a healthy father."

Matt sighed after his lecture. He knew that he was talking to an unfeeling robot, so he wasn't expecting anything. After all, this isn't the first time he had gone out of his way to advise Maverick but all his suggestions fall on deaf ears, always.

"Drop it there," Maverick said curtly.

Matt was taken aback for a few seconds before he smiled and took out a bottle from his bag and placed it on the desk.

"What about Fin? When are you going to unblock him? It's been a year already, Mav–"

"Aren't you done here?" Maverick turned around and asked.

"Yes, I should probably leave now," Matt said before he turned and walked out.

Maverick narrowed his eyes in deep thought for a while before he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"The Xu family… disturb them for a while." Maverick put the phone down after that. He didn't state for how long the Xu family should be messed with, however, it was clear that Country M would be a mess for a while.

Maverick sat on his seat and picked up a pen to write. Then he thought of something and put the pen down.

He pulled open the drawer attached to the desk. There were two mini boxes inside. One was red and the other was black. He took out the two boxes and opened the black one.

Inside it laid a leg chain. The chain has a small heart pendant with the letter "M" written on it.

Maverick held the pendant and brushed through the letter on it, lost in thought for a moment before he placed it back into the box, closed it, and put the box back.

He picked up the red box. As he was about to open it, he heard the doorbell to his study room.

Maverick raised his emotionless gaze to the door and slowly narrowed his eyes. Nobody except Rex and Valen comes to his study.

Valen can't ring the bell and Rex can't come without calling, so the only person that could violate his rule was…

He ignored the door and proceeded to open the box….

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong!...."

Maverick closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He picked up a remote from the desk and clicked on it. The door opened and as he had thought, Jeslyn walked in Wearing bum shorts and an oversized white shirt that stopped a little above the black shorts.

Her pretty black hair was left in a messy bun.

Walking towards the desk in an elegant manner that cries to everyone that she was a rich heiress, Jeslyn stood in front of his desk.

She looked effortlessly exquisite, still Maverick didn't look at her more than necessary.

Jeslyn coughed in her fist, feeling awkward all of a sudden. The confidence she had while coming here suddenly evaporated into thin air.

Looking at the most handsome man she had ever seen, Jeslyn's cheeks slowly turned pinkish without her permission.

She tried to maintain a straight face, besides, she had seen him a few times, but the black shirt he was wearing was way too beguiling for her to take her eyes off him.

His crisp black shirt which he folded on the arm has a few buttons opened at the front, revealing his toned chest.

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In the heart of a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills and ancient forests, there lived a young man named Alexander who possessed a rare gift—a key that unlocked the doorways of time itself. Alexander was a time traveler, gifted with the ability to journey through the ages, witnessing the tapestry of history unfurl before his eyes.

One fateful day, as Alexander stood before the aged oak tree that served as the portal to his temporal travels, he hesitated. His mind raced with the weight of a decision that would forever alter the course of time. A message had reached him—a cryptic warning from a future self, imploring him to choose his next destination with care, for the consequences could unravel the very fabric of existence.

With trepidation in his heart, Alexander set the hands of the ancient pocket watch to an unknown time and stepped through the shimmering veil of light that marked the threshold between worlds. As he emerged on the other side, he found himself in a land ravaged by war—a dystopian future where civilization teetered on the brink of collapse.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the distant rumble of artillery. Desolation stretched before him, a stark reminder of the fragility of human ambition and the folly of unchecked power. In the midst of the chaos, Alexander glimpsed the faces of those who had once been thriving communities, now reduced to shadows of their former selves.

In his quest to uncover the source of the impending catastrophe, Alexander encountered a young girl named Elara, a beacon of hope in a world veiled in despair. Elara spoke of a prophecy that foretold of a time traveler's arrival, one who held the key to restoring balance and harmony to a fractured world.

Guided by Elara's words, Alexander delved into the heart of the conflict, weaving through the threads of time to uncover the truth that lay hidden beneath layers of deception and betrayal. Along the way, he confronted his own inner demons, grappling with the weight of responsibility that came with the power to alter destinies.

As the sands of time slipped through his fingers, Alexander faced the ultimate dilemma—to heed the warnings of his future self and sacrifice his own desires for the greater good, or to embrace his destiny with courage and forge a new path for himself and the world he had come to know.

In a climactic moment that resonated through the annals of time, Alexander made his choice—a choice that transcended the boundaries of past, present, and future, weaving a new chapter in the tapestry of existence. And as the echoes of his decision reverberated through the ages, the village whispered of a time traveler who had faced the dilemma of his lifetime and emerged not as a savior, but as a guardian of the ever-changing currents of time.

"If you dare touch Celine!" he groaned.

"A dying man still has the lungs to care for others? haha... Let me tell you something, I'll be leading men to wipe out your Drill faction after I'm done cooking you.
As for Celine. Although master wants her dead, I'll eat her first before sending her to you, but I doubt master would want you two to reunite in hell. He would probably send her to an enemy's brothel. After all, she's a sl*t. Hahaha…"

Hearing that, fourth brother's heart shook. Hurting Celine would mean everything he had worked for would be in vain. He knew he would die no matter what, so he ignored himself and begged for his girlfriend's life.

"Please, please don't, I'm sorry for killing your sister, it was an accident."

Tenth brother's face froze for a moment before it turned sinister. "When did apologies start working in this country? Why am I not aware? Second brother, are you aware?" The tenth brother turned to look at the gate.

Second brother with a cold face was pushing a cart with a large pot of piping hot water into the cell.

"Apologies and regrets are alien words in 'Paradise in hell'." The second brother replied.

"Fourth brother, you heard that. Your luck is over. I wonder why master had left you alive for so long. You can have your bath now, your bathing water is ready."

The tenth brother pointed at the large pot with dense vapor escaping from it. His lips had a smirk playing on them.

Number Ten and number four had always been enemies. Their hatred for each other dated back to high school. Even after they became Maverick's people, the two remained each other's nemesis.

Number four didn't blink before he raped and killed number ten's sister and claimed she was killed by their enemies. Although number ten knew, he couldn't report to Maverick because he had no evidence.

Ever since then, his hatred for number four tripled and that was why the minute Maverick decided it was time to get rid of number four, number ten immediately exchanged his task with number three and took his place to torture number four.

Number four glanced at the foggy vapor and hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, you cannot do this to a human!" he screamed.

Number ten laughed mockingly, "You used to do worse than this to our enemies, remember? And you enjoyed it a lot. Especially when you push them into a pool of acid and watch them struggle until they die."

Number four needed to get out of this place even though it means attacking their loyalty. "Master will do the same to you. He will kill burn you alive when he finds out–"

Number ten immediately cut him off. "And that's why I cut my coat according to my material. I don't overstep my boundaries and I'm not as greedy as you. I'm content with what I'm given."

He wasn't a greedy type, nor the kind to betray his master. However, he has a secret that must not be revealed. The secret doesn't call for his death, but because their master was unfathomable, he might just ask for his head when the secret is revealed.

So that is why number ten stopped number four from saying more.

The tenth brother scooped water from the pot and threw it at the fourth brother.

Soon, screams that could tear a house down filled the cell.

Meanwhile, Maverick left the underground prison and returned to his study room. The dark room behind the shelf led to the underground prison where he tortures his trusted subordinates who betrays him.

He gives them a terrible ending to remind them of what the result of betraying him would be.
…

"Mulan, say something, you've been like this since you came here. What is it?"

A woman in a red knee-length lace dress asked as she patted the crying Mulan on her lap.

The woman looked elegant and sophisticated. Her shoulder-length hair was let down. Her face glowed with youth even though she was almost fifty.

"Ma, it's… it's… " Mulan hiccuped and burst into another round of sobbing.

"Calm down child, talk to me when you are ready." The woman said, still soothing her back.

"Mom, what is going on?" A lady of equal beauty walked in from the entrance. She has a resemblance to the woman sitting. Just that she was younger and looked proud and arrogant.

Her white crop top over a pair of black shots complimented her sexy and men-hunting figure.

She has the type of body society calls 'the hourglass figure'. Her smooth, fair, straight long legs took her to the executive butter-colored couch in the extravagant sitting room.

Standing in front of the woman she called mother, she looked down at Mulan in a condescending manner, waiting for an answer.

"Gorgeous, you are back. How did your trip go?" The woman asked while checking out her daughter.

"As always. Tiring... What is she doing here?" The lady gestured to Mulan with her jaw.

The woman sighed, "I also don't know why she's crying. She seems too hurt to say anything."

"Does that mean my older brother has finally crushed her? I have been waiting for that good news for the longest time. I'm glad he finally did. Mom, I'll be in my room now," she snorted in disdain and strolled away with her shoulders straight and chin raised to the sky.

The woman stared after her daughter's back and shook her head. 'This girl is becoming more and more difficult to understand, ' she thought.

"Ma, I'm sorry for bothering you. I think I should leave now." Mulan tried to get up but the woman pulled her back.

"Don't take her words to heart. You should already be used to her by now." The woman let go of her and smiled bitterly.

"Since she cannot be with her brothers, all she can do is envy all the ladies that could get close to them and you are one of the few ladies that have access to them, so I hope you understand, Mulan."

Mulan wiped her pretty face and nodded. "Yes, ma. I'm sorry for letting my emotions get the better of me. I would have done the same as Piper if I were in her shoes."

Mulan sounded pitifully low, just like her countenance at the moment.

"It's good you understand." The woman nodded. "So what happened? What has my son done?" She asked.

"Ma, Maverick, he, he got married…" her river of tears broke and flowed uncontrollably.

"What do you mean Maverick got married?" The woman frowned deeply. What kind of a joke is that?

"I'm serious, Ma. This morning… " Mulan narrated all that happened in the mansion, including Jeslyn spanking Valen.

"What!!" The woman jolted from the couch and stood on her feet with anger stroking her face.

"She raised her hand on my grandson?!" She thundered.

"Y– yes, ma," Mulan answered with a nod. She also got up and stood beside the woman with her head lowered.

"How dare that wench touch my precious grandson!? What family is she from?"

Mulan stayed silent.

"I asked you, what shithole is she from?!"

Mulan flinched. "I– I don't know Ma. She doesn't seem to belong to the top families–"

"Did you carry out a thorough investigation on her?"

"No, ma, I wasn't–"

"Then stop assuming you already know everything. My son cannot have anything to do with low lives." Maverick's mother gave Mulan a death glare.

"Y– yes ma, I'm sorry for–"

"You should return home for today. I want to be alone… I need fresh air." She said with a scowl.

What fresh air? Was Mulan a fresh air suppressor? It was obvious she didn't want to have her around anymore for insinuating that her son married a nobody.

"Y– yes ma, I'll take my leave now. I'll come see you in two days. "

"Hmm…"

The woman watched as Mulan picked up her black purse and walked out. " Useless," she spat.

Maverick's mother bit her painted red lips and narrowed her eyes. "Ren, when are you going to see me as your mother? Is it until I DIE?!" She screamed the last part and swept off the fruits on the table. She was hurt, and heartbroken, and furious!

How can children get married without informing their mothers? Yes, she might have done wrong in the past, but that was in the past! Why can't her sons let it go?

"Lu Hao, see what your children turned into." She chuckled in rage, "what was I expecting from the children of an evil doer like you?"

After a while of lamenting, she took a deep breath and sat on the couch. "My sons are not allowed to marry without my consent. They are not allowed to marry who they choose. They can only marry whichever girl I choose for them."

With that in mind, she grabbed her phone from the table and dialed a number. After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Do a thorough background check on that girl in my son's life… I won't protect you if he finds out." With that, she disconnected the call.

Her eyes shone with hatred and something else. It was not known who it was directed at, but it certainly wouldn't end well with that person.
...

Outside the house, Mulan entered her luxurious red car and put on the seat belt before turning to look at the white mansion she just came out from.

Her sorrowful eyes changed. She glared at the house with a sly smile playing on her lips. "Go do your job, worthless woman," she murmured before stepping on the accelerator and zooming off.

Inside Piper's room…

The sexy-looking lady was seen in a dimly lit bedroom. Her room was identical to Maverick's. Dark and dangerous with a feminine touch.

She pulled out a picture from her drawer and stared at the image for a while with longing in her eyes before getting into her king sized bed.

"I went for a shoot and just came back. I spent six months there and to be honest, the place was horrible. It was supposed to be one of the best places in country M, but I didn't know why it felt lonely and bad until I got home.
It was because you weren't there and I was missing you. Breathing in the same air as you gives me life, I just confirmed it.
Do you know what happened at the set? I was made to shoot a bed scene with Feng Long, best male actor. He is really hot and knows how to turn a lady on with only his looks, but sincerely I felt nothing at all. He couldn't get me aroused.

I had 59 bad takes. Hahaha… funny right? You must be wondering how a record breaker, a seasoned professional actress like me could manage to do that.
Simple. I feel nothing, no chemistry whatsoever for any man but you. It wasn't until I started to imagine you as him was I able to perform beyond imagination and to top it all, I made the idiot cum several times. Since that day, he hasn't stopped bothering me.
What should I do to him? Should I just kill him off? Or play with him a little? Will you have my back if I offend his people by ruining him?" She sighed and put the picture aside.

"I know the answer already. But what should I do? This feeling is driving me crazy. I just want to feel your touch one more time. Even a slap or a shove would do. Just to feel your flesh touching my burning skin."

She closed her eyes while imagining the love of her life trailing his long, smooth, and sexy fingers on her body.

She grabbed his hand and lowered it to her melons. Caressed them in a way that pleasured her and slowly lowered his hand to her fanny.

It was already dripping slime, so it was easier for his fingers to slide in without hindrance.

"Hmmm..." she let out a throaty moan and flattened her tummy as she took in a deep breath.
He lowered himself in front of her and slowly spread her long legs to get in between. He leaned in, sniffed her delicious opening, and tasted it with his tongue. Then he captured the outer lips with his mouth and snaked his tongue around her butter bean.

While she was 'diddling Miss Daisy', she had a painful look on her face. Her exercise wasn't painful, but the feeling of falling in love with someone who will never reciprocate her love was.

How did she fall in love with this person? He detests her, but she sees him as her oxygen.

When did it start?

Was it when she saw him killing someone or when he was being kind to someone?

Piper doesn't know but one thing she understands was that she needs him very badly and she's going to get him, come rain, come shine. It doesn't matter if she has to sell her family to him.
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The next morning, Jeslyn was seen sunbathing beside the blue–colored pool. She was laying on a lounge chair with her face up and her hands crossed on her chest.

She was wearing a bikini and a hat was placed on her face to protect her eyes from the morning sun.

The tranquil atmosphere was interrupted when Valen walked to stand a few inches away from her, looking furious.

"Get down from my lounge chair!"

He had repeated those words a few times already, but still, Jeslyn wouldn't react.

"Hey!!" Valen screamed but got no response from Jeslyn.

He turned to look around him and saw guards patrolling the compound. It wasn't known if the eye contact between Valen and one of the guards was coincidental or not, but when their eyes met, Valen waved him over.

The guard hurried to him and bowed. "Little master."

"Throw that woman into the pool and spread a clean cloth on my chair," Valen instructed.

The guard's lips twitched and he slowly raised his head to look towards Jeslyn. Seeing what she was wearing, he immediately shifted his gaze back to Valen.

His look wasn't up to two seconds. He knew better than to ogle his master's woman in the presence of his son.

And also, his master does not announce his arrival. Maverick might just appear behind him and catch him staring at his almost-naked wife. What would happen then?

His eyes won't see the darkness of the night and brightness of day. Maverick was that wicked.

Looking at Valen, the guard silently shook his head. If this order was given for him to throw another person into the pool, he would have gladly done it, but that lady lying there was said to be the master's wife!

The guard didn't know what to do. Offending any of the two was equivalent to pleading for a quick death. However, he has no choice but to make a pick.

The big guard debated for a few seconds before his knees hit the floor and he bowed his head. "Little master, please punish this disobedient subordinate!"

The angry-looking Valen didn't wait for another second before he nodded and screamed. He pointed toward the mansion, "Go receive your punishment!"

"Thank you, little master!" The guard bowed again, got up, and hurried away.

Getting punished by Valen was heavenly compared to getting punished by Maverick or Rex.

Valen searched around the place with his eyes. He wasn't intending to let Jeslyn be.

Seeing a servant watering the lush-trimmed flower bed that was taller than him, Valen narrowed his eyes at the drop of water being sprayed on the plant and curled his lips as a wicked thought flashed through his mind.

Valen walked up to the maid and without formalities, grabbed the hose spray from her and walked back to stand a few inches from Jeslyn. He pointed the spray at the oblivious Jeslyn before turning the sprayer on.

Feeling the coolness of liquid on her pale shiny skin, Jeslyn jolted up in alarm, making the hat fall off in the process. The waist scarf she tied loosely on her waist also came off.

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Feeling the coolness of liquid on her pale shiny skin, Jeslyn jolted up in alarm, making the hat fall off in the process. The waist scarf she tied loosely on her waist also came off.

She stood there staring at the little daredevil who had a straight face and was still spraying her water.

Jeslyn took off the white wireless earbuds off her ears and placed them on the table beside her, close to the juice and the phone she received that morning from Maverick.

"Little devil, I have tolerated you enough." She said through gritted teeth as anger washed over her.

With her bikini dripping water, she wore her slippers on her finely shaped feet with pretty glass nails that looked like they were done recently.

Seeing that things were about to get messy, Valen smirked and threw the hose to the side, waiting for Jeslyn to take the first step before he dashed towards the other side of the pool.

While Jeslyn chased, Valen ran. The two ran around the big pool and also ran through the large compound with Jeslyn screaming for him to 'stop right there'.

Valen has a small frame, so he was able to navigate through narrow places while Jeslyn had to take the wide parts, causing her to lose the little devil many times.

"I said stop running!" She screamed in anger but who was Valen to listen to her?

The maids couldn't help snickering or shaking their heads at the big and small figures zooming past them, while the guards had their backs turned and heads lowered, preventing themselves from seeing their Madam's body.

Who wants their heads to roll?

"What are you doing!!" An angry feminine voice boomed, stopping Jeslyn in her tracks. Valen didn't stop like Jeslyn, but slowed down and headed towards the pool.

He knew who owned the voice, so why should he care to start explaining himself? Only that foolish woman has a drum of explanation to give.

Mulan took large steps with her heels clicking to stand in front of Jeslyn. Her eyes spitting fire. "What do you think you are doing?"

While asking, her eyes roamed Jeslyn's body and she almost spewed blood.

How could a person be this gorgeous? Her face was already something she cannot contend with, but now her body too?!

Mulan had thought she had a great body until today. Looking at the well-proportioned peaches that were properly covered by her bra and her flat tummy with a small belly button, Mulan swallowed.

She glanced down at Jeslyn's straight long legs and bit her lips.

Jeslyn doesn't have the hourglass figure like Piper, nor does she have the vertical triangle shape like Mulan.

Jeslyn's shape is what they call the pear body shape. Small bust, thin waist, wide and round hips, full thighs, and beautiful straight legs.

Jeslyn wasn't fat nor overly skinny, so her body shape fit right where and how it should be, making her drip with sexiness.

Mulan felt her throat going dry. She's a woman… a straight woman for crying out loud! But her heart was racing while looking at the enchanting body. What would happen if Maverick sees this?

Her face darkened at the thought.

"Are you done ogling at my body? Do you like what you see?" Jeslyn asked with a smile.

She knows how beautiful she is, but you see this body of hers and her face, she treasures it like she treasured her grandfather, so she takes proper care of them.

After all, she's a singer. A profession that places emphasis on an artist's body.

Even though that was so, Jeslyn was naturally gifted and nothing she eats would make her fat. However, she never slacks off on her morning routine, except now that she is facing crises.

"What nonsense are you wearing?!" Mulan fumed.

"It is called a bikini. Have you never heard of it, seen, or worn it before?" Jeslyn looked at her with distraught.

She just realized now that her waist scarf was gone and her body was still wet from the water spray.

"Why are you wearing something like this in this house?" Mulan asked with a suppressed voice.

"It's my husband's house and I wear whatever I feel like. Do you have a problem with that… laaady?" Jeslyn stretched the word 'lady' intentionally to anger Mulan more and she didn't fail to achieve that.

Mulan was raging but was trying hard to not let it show. The urge to slap the pretty face in front of her was vanquishing her senses.

"There is a man, guards, male servants, and even a child living in this house! Don't you know that?!" She barked.

"Oh, so you agree now that Valen is a child? While teaching him such atrocious manners, you forgot he's a child, didn't you?"

Jeslyn beckoned to a maid standing not far away and ordered her to get her waist scarf.

She was feeling a little shy standing naked in front of so many guards and servants, so she really needed to cover up, after all, that peacock was truly too young to see her like this, but then, why would she allow Mulan to think she won?

Jeslyn looked around them, all the guards had their heads down and backs turned. Valen was far away and the rotten kid was lying on the lounge, minding his business.

"You see, no one is staring because they know how to respect their master's wife. Also, when you said ' a man', that's my husband, right?"

Jeslyn sighed and stretched her hand to pull up Mulan's black top that was exposing too much of her boobs.

Mulan took a step back. She was caught off guard because Jeslyn was fast.

Jeslyn chuckled before she turned serious, "Lady, you seem to be forgetting something. I'm that 'man's' W. I. F. E… wife." She spelled the letters.

"Maverick is my HUSBAND, he has every right to see, touch, feel, and eat me. My body is his to admire. It is his to caress, his and his alone. So tell me again, lady, what's your headache?"

Jeslyn curled her lips into a mocking smile. She was a lady and understood why Mulan seemed to hate her.

Well, she hates Mulan too for raising Valen like that, so the feeling is mutual and she won't let a day pass without pulling tears from Mulan's eyes.

"You might be his 'wife', but nobody knows that. If I were you, I'd hide my face in shame and stop calling him my husband." Mulan scoffed.

"Hmmm… that's right…" The maid walked back with the scarf. Jeslyn took the scarf from the maid and started to tie it around her waist while saying, "...The world might not know me to be his wife but the important people in his life do. Even a nanny like you does, so that's already a good announcement.
Maverick and I don't need the world to get married or approve our union." Jeslyn beamed.

"Y–"

"Don't bother with your incessant talks. If you aren't tired, I am… by the way, isn't it too early to come to a house with a newly wedded couple? You should leave. My husband, son, brother-in-law, and I want to have the day all to ourselves and bond over breakfast.
Also… " Jeslyn smiled shyly. "He was…" She lowered her voice and leaned towards Mulan. "godly in bed. Very hot and he made me scream his name all through."

Mulan's face paled and her eyes shut open in disbelief.

"H– he, he, he, y– you…" Mulan stammered on without knowing the proper words to say.

"Hmm…" Jeslyn nodded fervently. "Yes, he ate me and he also confessed I was the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. Hahaha…"

Seeing how flabbergasted Mulan was, Jeslyn felt an overflow of joy coursing through her veins.

"Leave now and when next you are coming, wear something that covers that big chest of yours because I might mistake you for a seductress and you wouldn't want to see the crazy side of an angry WIFE."

Jeslyn kept laying emphasis on that word. She was never a petty person, but the urge to ruin Mulan kept tugging on her mind. She hated this woman. The more she spoke with Mulan, the more she wants to tear her apart and that feeling surprises her too.

"Jeslyn! How dare you!!" Mulan lost it. She couldn't keep it in anymore. She raised her hand and was about to land a slap on Jeslyn's pretty face when she heard that voice.

The voice that froze her into a mummy. Her hand was suspended in mid-air as color drained her already pale face.

"You dare not,"

He didn't scream, raise his voice, or sound anxious. It was a relaxed tone, but it carried a deadly warning.

Jeslyn shivered from the sound of the voice and slowly turned towards the door.

There he was, the owner of that demonic voice, striding towards them in an uncaring manner with his face as cold as ice.

His face would leave people imagining if a smile had ever graced it before.

He glanced passively at the two women. One was almost naked with a yellow scarf tied loosely around her waist and a dark green colored bra, while the other was wearing red pants and a black top. She held a black blazer in one hand while the other hand was raised.

Maverick's cold eyes didn't linger for another second on the women. With one hand in his pocket, he stood beside Jeslyn with a brow raised.

"Meaning," he said slowly like he was tired.

"M– Maverick," Mulan bit her lip hard. Why did she call him that? Wasn't she supposed to address him as her master?

Mulan shifted her gaze to look into his eyes for the first time in six years. She had always had her head slightly bowed all those years, and now, she wanted to be brave for once.

Raising her head, she summoned courage and stared into those dark eyes that held hers.

Looking into those eyes that felt like they could pierce into her soul, shivers ran down Mulan's back.

She knew this man was one of the dangers feared in country M, yet she still wanted to be by his side… To be the mother of his heir… To rule the country with him.

She had suffered for so long just for that position, only for him to give it to a stranger…

"W–why?" The word rolled out of her tongue with difficulty as a teardrop slid down her left eye.

"Maverick, why?"

She asked again but he just stood there looking into her iris with no single emotion in his eyes. If anything could be found, it was… void.

"I– I stayed around you for so long. I took care of your child from when he was born to this age… for six years Maverick, six years!" She choked on her tears.

Jeslyn slowly turned to look at the man standing beside her. He wasn't touching her or doing anything to announce his presence, but his existence can never be ignored.

Looking at him, he didn't blink nor shift his gaze from Mulan.

Jeslyn wondered if the man she unexpectedly married was still human. His handsome face showed no emotion even when a beautiful lady like Mulan was crying in front of him.

'Does he not like to talk and display emotions?' She asked herself. 'Also, what is she supposed to do as his wife?...'

Jeslyn got lost thinking while staring at her husband's face that she did not know when he turned to return the stare, only for him to see her dreaming eyes while looking at him.

Her pale cheek slowly started to turn pinkish.

Maverick flattened his lips and the emotion he refused to show Mulan surfaced in his eyes. Although not obvious, there was a tinge of a smile, just a small smile that lasted for a blink of her eye before his gaze reverted to their usual cold countenance.

"Jeslyn!!" Mulan screamed like a mad woman.

How dare this woman seduce Maverick right in front of her? Mulan furiously wiped her face while glaring at Jeslyn like she wanted to eat her whole.

Jeslyn snapped back to her senses and shifted her stare to Mulan with a hiss. "Cease screaming like a nut head, your voice is not sexy."

"Jeslyn, I'll–"

"Reason," Maverick interrupted Mulan.

That was the second time he asked her for the reason Mulan raised her hand to slap his wife and he still hasn't gotten an answer.

Mulan swallowed. She knew him too well to grasp the meaning behind his question.

"I– I'm sorry," Mulan stuttered.

What reason could she have other than anger and jealousy? She couldn't tell Maverick it was because she was angry or jealous, right?

Maverick didn't say anything else but only turned his head to his men who were trailing behind him.

Number 2 immediately stepped out from the line of guards behind Maverick and started to walk towards Mulan.

Mulan suddenly had a weird feeling crawling towards her heart. Maverick hasn't said anything other than those two words, but she could already feel the heat on her back.

"The ties between the Lu family and the Wang family are severed, hence, you are not allowed to get close to my son and my family. Disobeying the order will cost you more than you can imagine."

With that said, Maverick glanced at Jeslyn who had a beam on her face, and walked away, towards his car.

Jeslyn's lips twitched. She wasn't expecting to hear that, but all in all, her heart felt warm.

Mulan's heart dropped. Did he just break all ties with her and her family? Did Maverick just do that to someone like her?!

Never in a million years would she have thought that Maverick, whom she's helping to take care of his son for six years, would pass such judgment on her.

She couldn't believe that she would be this humiliated in front of so many guards and maids, especially this vixen she hated so much.

She couldn't believe that the man she had known and wanted for so many years would do this to her.

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Never in a million years would she have thought that Maverick, whom she's helping to take care of his son for six years, would pass such judgment on her.

She couldn't believe that she would be this humiliated in front of so many guards and maids, especially this vixen she hated so much.

She couldn't believe that the man she had known and wanted for so many years would do this to her.

The time she wasted, the care she gave that rotten child, the suffering she went through learning how to care for kids, the humiliation she got from his sister whom he refused to announce to the world, and the embarrassment she got from his mother. This is how he paid her in return?!

For all her sacrifices, this is Maverick's decision?

She felt like she was dreaming, so she balled her hand in a tight fist until her manicured nails dug into her palm.

The pain pulled her sense back to reality and her eyes slowly turned watery.

Seeing number 2 striding towards her, Mulan shook her head fiercely and asked in disbelief,

"Ma– Maverick, wh– what are you saying?"

Number 2 walked to her and grabbed hold of her forearm and started to drag her towards her red car, parked a distance away.

Mulan panicked. "W– what are you doing?! Maverick, what are you doing?! Let me go!" She struggled against him but it was futile.

"Maverick, Maverick, you cannot do this to me, please don't separate me from Valen, please, I'm sorry, Maverick!!" Mulan screamed hysterically while being dragged away.

Seeing how miserable Mulan looked, Jeslyn chuckled. Her reaction made Mulan remember she was still there.

Mulan turned to her with unconcealed rage in her eyes. If looks could kill, Jeslyn would have fallen dead with her intestines spewed everywhere. "Jeslyn, you'll pay for this, I'll make sure you beg for death but will never see it. I'll ruin you Jeslyn, bet me, I will!!"

"Hahahaha… I can't wait, nanny Mulan. But make sure to wear something decent while at it. I might just choose to pull your clothes while we are fighting in the future. Hahaha…"

Jeslyn was having a nice laugh while Mulan was hyperventilating in fury.

She turned to look towards where Valen was. Seeing him sitting and looking in her direction, she screamed, "Valen! Child, please save me!"

Valen just sat there and didn't move. He watched as she was dragged and pushed into her red car. Number 2 got into the driver's seat and zoomed out of the compound.

Jeslyn waved at the car with a broad smile while yelling, "byeeeeeee… I'll take proper care of Valen and he won't miss you for a single minute!"

Maverick, who was about to get into his black car, paused in his steps and turned his head to look at the excited Jeslyn.

He stared at her side profile for a long while before he turned and entered his car.

Valen, who was by the pool, shifted his gaze to rest on Jeslyn. He narrowed his eyes at her.

Jeslyn on the other hand happened to spot Valen looking towards her and she curled her lips into a wicked smile.

She snorted and started to walk in the pool's direction.

"Little child, what you did earlier was bad and I expect an apology from you."

Jeslyn uttered when she got close enough for Valen to hear her without having to shout it to him.

Valen rolled his eyes and scoffed.

Jeslyn sighed. "This is not good behavior and as your elder, I order you to apologize to me." She tried to sound reasonable and also to maintain a stern voice to not appear like she was coaxing him.

Valen got up from the lounge chair and faced Jeslyn while saying:

"Listen, lady, your nagging is irritating. Do well to ignore me and I'll do the same if you want us to live in peace under the same roof."

Jeslyn was taken aback for a brief moment before laughing. "Ooohooo, someone wants peace. But no darling, you can't have peace without being your age and being respectful to–"

"Do you think you deserve respect after what you did?!" He yelled.

"Ah? Oh? You mean… the nanny?" Jeslyn pointed a finger backward.

"She's not a nanny!"

"Then, is she your mum?"

Valen knitted his brows and refused to answer.

"Tch, I thought as much. She's not your mum, she's not your aunt, she's not your sister, not a helper, not your teacher, but your nanny. Let that stick to your big skull." Jeslyn tapped her temple in a demonstration.

"I said, she. Is. Not. A. Nanny!" He roared. His little face turned red.

"So, why then did you ignore her plea? Aren't you a demi devil whom people feared? Even your father gives in to you, so why were you mute about her plight?" Jeslyn asked with a brow raised.

Valen stayed silent for a while with his brows knitted. How could he help her? He might be a little demon, but his father was the real deal.

Valen knows when he should get involved with his father's business and it was certainly not the right thing to get himself into a mess by going out to rescue that woman.

Besides, his feelings for Mulan aren't that great to consider her an important person to fight for. Also, she should have known better than to offend her boss.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Hearing Jeslyn's words, Valen raised his head, still, he couldn't get a proper view of that beautiful and cute face, "it's none of your business." He enunciated before walking back to the lounge chair.

Jeslyn's lips twitched. This child…

She narrowed her eyes at his small statue, thinking of what to do to him when she heard the sound of a car zooming into the compound.

She instinctively turned to look at who had arrived. Jeslyn didn't think it was Maverick because he just left and it shouldn't be Rex either because he said he was traveling two days ago.

Looking at the black car that drove straight to the parking lot, she waited for the person to come out.

A while later, someone did. A woman in a black suit.

Just when Jeslyn was about to turn around to 'bully' the little demon again, the woman turned towards her. The distance was far, but it was enough to see a vague figure of a person and what they were wearing.

The woman had a head of multicolored hair, with pink outline, just like Pink.

Jeslyn froze and her mind traveled back to the prison and reminisced a little of the memories she created with those two in jail.

"Pink?" She murmured in a trance.

The person looking at her from the other end didn't look like pink… or, it wasn't clear what she was seeing because the person had black shades on.

While she was trying to figure out or compare the person to pink, the other door opened and another lady got out.

She was a little taller than the pink-haired lady and she had on the same black suit and black shades, but her hair was blue.

Jeslyn's excited heart diminished and she sighed. How could she think they'll be Pink and Yellow?

"Damn me," she uttered… a little aloud.

"Certainly," the answer was filled with malice.

Who else but the little demon would say that?

"You little creature, pray that I don't sell you off one day."

"You can try," he scoffed.

Jeslyn stared speechlessly at the little child who was also daringly staring back at her.

'What should I do, that would hurt this child? He needs to know that his words are like sharp blades to a person's heart. Somebody, please tell me!'

While Jeslyn screamed for help in her heart, she approached the child and pulled him up from the lounge chair.

There was only one chair anyway and she was determined to trouble this little vixen. Also, she wouldn't get another to lie on, since she hasn't had enough sunbathing.

So, getting Valen off the chair should create a little problem in his heart.

With that thought in mind, Jeslyn smiled and gracefully sat on the lounge chair.

"Woman, if you know what's good for you, get out of my chair!"

"Meeeooowww… I don't know what's good for me, get me out of it." Jeslyn replied carelessly.

"Ok. If that's what you want, I'll give it to you." The child looked around and called a guard.

On approaching the two, the guard lowered his head, bowing in greeting and also stopping himself from looking at his boss' sexy wife.

Although, he has been spying on her body since and his little brother has been rebelling against his trousers to be let out.

If Valen would look closely at where the guard's hand was resting, on the front side of his trousers, he would realize there's a bulge the guard was trying to hide.

"If you don't get her out of that chair, I'll get you in trouble with my dad," Valen stated as a matter of fact.

The guard furrowed his brow. What does he mean?

Although, this little demon, called Valen, should never be your enemy because you'll eat a great loss, but then, he has a policy that everyone knows of.

Valen's room or his belongings MUST never be touched.

He loves his quiet space and hates noises, especially little ones.

He hates cute girls and cute animals.

He hates certain types of food, especially veggies.

Valen hates for his authority to be challenged, and he certainly wouldn't keep such a person around or let them stay for long on earth.

Yes, killing. He'd order the person's death. Although he has only done so a few times to some really annoying people, he hasn't done any of that to his father's men.

So hearing that he'd get in trouble when he hasn't crossed any of Valen's taboos got the guard lost in thought.

"I have a video of you doing bad things behind my dad's back. So if you value your life, you should do what I ask you to."

Upon hearing that, the guard whipped his head up in utter flabbergast…ion.

'This little brat!' He screamed in his mind.

Who in country M doesn't do side jobs as backup plans? Maverick is a ticking time bomb. None knows when he'll hold them by the forearm and drag them to death, for a crime they committed.

Good examples are Code 4, Pink and Yellow.

Pink is the number one subordinate following Maverick everywhere and knows most of his dealings.

Yellow is one of the subordinates under Pink and also her right-hand woman.

Those two loyal dogs were sent somewhere nobody knows after committing a crime against Maverick. Although the story wasn't clear.

Some said Pink did an unforgivable thing, some said the master was trying to protect them, and others said they went out on a mission… A lot of rumors keep flying around that even Code two and the others have no idea what the truth is…

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Some said Pink did an unforgivable thing, some said the master was trying to protect them, and others said they went out on a mission… A lot of rumors keep flying around that even Code two and the others have no idea what the truth is…

But one thing they know is that the master wasn't someone anyone should feel relaxed around. The only way to live under him is by being loyal all through and not letting those deemed enemies sway them, or else, the person will end up like number 4, or code 4.

The subordinates can either be addressed by their numbers or their code names.

As for him, the guard couldn't say he had betrayed his master, but at the same time, he knew that what he had done would get him in trouble, just like this little demon stated.

'How about I spill your blood, you wizard!' the guard thought in his mind, subconsciously glaring daggers at the child.

"Why are you glaring at him like that? Do you want to have his head?" Jeslyn spoke with displeasure from her seat.

She had been observing the two and saw the bloodthirsty glare. The malice in the guard's eyes was too intense and the only way a person could look at another person like that is when they have bad intentions towards the victim.

From the threat Valen had just given, it was obvious the guard was displeased and a murderous thought flashed through his mind.

"No, ma–"

"I don't want to hear it. Valen threatened you and you gave him that look. The only reason you would do that is when you conceal bad intentions. I don't trust you around Valen… including this house." Jeslyn said in one breath without stopping.

She was angry. What kind of people plans to kill such an adorable child?

'Huh, why am I seeing him as adorable? Of course, he's the most disgusting child ever!'

Although Jeslyn thought that, her glare was still on the guard who had plopped to his knees.

"N–no ma'am, I didn't conceal–"

"Your dealing has been sent to my dad. You'll receive your punishment soon," Valen stated heartlessly.

The guard froze. Jeslyn turned her head to look at Valen.

When did he grab his phone? It was right beside her. And what does he mean by…

"You sent a message to your dad?" Jeslyn's eyes widened.

"Duh," Valen answered.

"You idiot," Jeslyn fired back.

"I'm not cute. Only cute people are idiots." He answered with a disgusted look on his face.

"Ah?" Jeslyn stared speechlessly at the child who was fumbling with his phone. She wanted to laugh, at the same time, wanted to spit fire at him, but then, this bad guard has to be dealt with first.

No, Valen already dealt him a heavy blow, but she doesn't know how much strength the blow has.

Meanwhile, the people who got down from the car a while ago started to walk towards the door of the mansion.

The pink-haired one pulled out her buzzing phone from her pocket to receive a call. After a while, she turned her gaze to look at the three people by the pool. Her eyes rested on the kneeling guard before she responded, "ok, boss."

She put her phone away and turned to look at the blue-haired lady.

"Blue, drown the unfortunate soul."

"Yes, boss," blue bowed and strolled towards the pool in large strides.

As the pink-haired lady was about to turn and continue walking, her eyes caught sight of the lady in a bikini. Before now, the lady in bikini had her side profile turned to her, but at this moment, they were staring at each other.

The pink-haired lady shook in terror. Don't tell me… what the f*vk! Jeslyn?!
What the hell is she doing here?!

After she and Yellow were brought out of prison yesterday, Pink immediately asked Yellow to curb the whole of Rose City, and even sweep Country A if she must, to look for Jeslyn.

But here she is, in Country M, at Alpha chaos' house!

That's right. Maverick's code name is Alpha, however, everyone around the world knows him as Alpha Chaos.

If Rex could be said to crave gossip, then Maverick is chaos himself. He'd cause Chaos for no apparent reason and still destroy the victims.

That's people's point of view though, but to his trusted subordinates, the story always has a second side to it.

But going with the view of the world, Alpha Chaos is only out for blood and destruction. His fights are never-ending, always having one thing or the other to keep him busy, especially with his enemies.

Alpha Chaos never gives his enemies a day of rest. He's either spilling their blood today, destroying their businesses tomorrow, or stealing their territories the following day.

Country M is not peaceful, thanks to Alpha Chaos and his likes; the three evil musketeers. There's nothing like; the good, the bad, and the ugly among those musketeers.

They are purely evil beings, demons with the incessant urge to dominate and suppress. To be on top and crush everyone else to submission.

Even after the power is in their hands, they are still not satisfied. It leaves people wondering if they are after the whole world.

Devouring Country M and making it so dark that light ran, is not enough 'achievement' for them. Is it the whole world they would want to engulf after that?

Thinking about all that, Pink balled her first. How could little bunny get herself into this mess?

So it was because the stranger she married was Alpha Chaos, and that was why Spid went to get her out of prison. Why the hell didn't she think of that?!

She knew that Spid takes no orders from anyone except Alpha Chaos, so how did she not realize that earlier in prison? She could have stopped Jeslyn and convince her to remain in jail.

Staying there was far better than staying around Alpha Chaos, damn it!

While Pink was almost snapping in rage, Jeslyn was scrutinizing her from afar. She could see the pink-haired lady more clearly than before. Her figure and murderous air reminds her too much of Pink, but she had never seen Pink in this manner before.

And also, where there's Pink, there should be Yellow. She learned in prison that the both of them are inseparable. So, seeing a blue-haired lady instead of Yellow, killed the little excitement that was sprouting in her heart.

Jeslyn sighed and returned her gaze to the blue-haired lady who had just gotten to them.

The lady bowed to little Valen and Jeslyn before she grabbed the well-built guard up from the floor.

The guard tried to resist as an ominous feeling gripped his heart. However, the lady was way more powerful than he is.

The guard might look big, but his strength couldn't compare to Blue's.

She dragged him to the edge of the pool and sent a powerful kick to the back of his knee.

The guard stumbled forward and fell inside the pool with a 'splash!'

Jeslyn didn't understand what was going on, however, Valen did. He flattened his lips into a thin line while staring at the two struggling in the water.

Blue was pushing the guard's head down the water while the guard was resisting her.

Jeslyn soon realized what was going on when she saw the guard's reaction every time he managed to raise his head from the pool.

She is killing him!

The moment that realization dawned on her, Jeslyn jolted from the chair, startling Valen.

"Stop!" She screamed, but Blue paid no heed.

"I said, stop it!!"

She screamed again with her hand waving at them. But no one answered.

Jeslyn's trauma suddenly attacked and she hurriedly held her head with both hands while screaming.

"Ahhh!"

But before she could fall back onto the chair, a small hand tried to rescue her, but her weight was too much, so both Valen and Jeslyn fell on the chair with Valen's hand caught in-between the lounge chair and her back.

The child bit his lip fiercely but didn't scream nor cried, however, the pain he felt in his hand was severe and he even felt his bone react.

While Jeslyn was twitching like someone who had an electric shock, her hazel iris rolled in and only her white pupil could be seen.

No one knew when Pink rushed over. Her face was filled with terror as she lowered herself and picked up Jeslyn into her arms. She shot a death stare at Blue who had paused her action.

"Finish that off!" She ordered in a wicked tone before she turned with Jeslyn in her arms and hurried towards the house.

Valen stared after them with no emotions on his cute face until they entered the house before he slowly lowered his eyes to his right hand.

Trying to move the hand, his face turned pale. He bit harder on his lips to prevent himself from screaming.

Redness was slowly forming on his wrist and was swollen with a protruding bone.

Valen shut his watering red eyes as lines of tears fell on his cheeks.

It hurts like hell, but from the time he could remember, he was told to never show his pain and must not cry because it would make him weak… Nanny Mulan had said that.

So, the child couldn't wail and he had to hold in the pain from such a tender age until pain was carved in his spine.

His only way to express the pain he was feeling was to become a little demon. When he feels pain, instead of crying, he releases the frustration on others.

"Come here!" He roared after blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall again.

He had immediately wiped the tears that had been on his cheeks earlier, so right now, his face didn't look like someone who was crying a while ago, nor did it look like someone in distress, but rather, he looked furious, masking his painful expression in fury.

The guard he called rushed over and Valen pointed toward his lounge chair with his left hand.

"What kind of a chair is this?!!"

"Little –"

"Search for whoever brought it here and send them to me!!!" He screamed before trotting away.

His right hand which he had brought to his front to conceal it from everyone else was shaking as it swells.

The child's eyes turned red with tears gathering but he stubbornly wouldn't shed them.

Mulan had told him that crying would make him their hidden enemies' target and once he became broken, the mountain, who is his father, would be brought down. This also means, his uncle would die and his mother would never be found for him.

The child increased his pace, hoping to get into the house and lock himself in his room, away from sight, then call doctor Matt a while later… After his emotions are in place.

To distract himself from the unbearable pain, he started to lament… In his heart of course.

'That foolish woman, she couldn't even bear seeing a person getting killed but she dared to marry my dad. How is she a person from country M if she is so weak?
Why did I try to save her? What was that feeling of anxiety when I saw her like that? Why did I feel pity for her?

Mulan was right. She had said weak-looking and cute people were poisonous to the heart, and Jeslyn has proven Mulan's point again, so I have to stay away from Jeslyn from now on.'

While thinking, the child didn't know when he got to his door. He subconsciously glanced at Jeslyn's door before opening his and rushed in.

Valen's wrist was too painful for him to linger around. He rushed to his bed, opened the drawer, and brought out a pain relief medicine that Mulan had always given him.

Valen managed to open the cap of the blue container and hurriedly took one pill.

He got on the bed and pulled a blanket to cover himself, ready for the agonizing pain that follows after he takes the tablet.

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Valen got on the bed and pulled a blanket to cover himself, ready for the agonizing pain that follows after he takes the pill.

In a short while, the child started to stretch as beads of sweat slowly gathered on his forehead. The pain he was expecting finally hit him in full force. It was so unbearable that he let out an ear-piercing scream.

Valen rolled around in bed and sometimes tears at his skin with his left hand, still, the pain was excruciating.

The walls were soundproofed which was why no matter how much he hollers, no one but the four walls in his room would engulf his screams.

Valen's tinted windows are soundproof and bulletproof.

It was Mulan's idea, saying it wouldn't be nice for a child like Valen to hear the sound of gunshots outside the house whenever war erupts.

The three musketeers' houses never cease from unplanned wars. Maverick takes a fight anywhere and everywhere, provided the territory belongs to his enemies, the same way his enemies bring fights to his house.

After five minutes of distressful howls and screams, Valen finally calmed down... Unmoving and fell asleep with sweat all over him like he just came out of the pool.

Inside Jeslyn's room, the lady was still quaking. Pink couldn't watch her suffer so much anymore while they wait for doctor Matt, so she gave Jeslyn a blow to her temple to help her sleep in a dead faint.

Jeslyn found herself in a pitch-dark place. She couldn't see anything but only heard the dripping sound of water hitting the surface of something.

The sound travels and bounces back in echoes.

"H– hello… " Jeslyn found her voice sounding awkward.

She cleared her throat and repeated a few times, "hello, anybody here?"

Silence engulfed the space. Jeslyn couldn't see where she was. She deliberated for a long while before choosing a destination, hoping she wouldn't lose her way.

Walking forward, she came face to face with hardness... Probably a wall. She touched it. The surface was smooth. With the support of the smooth wall, she started to walk forward.

Jeslyn walked for a long time until she felt sore in her legs, so she sat with her back to the wall to take a rest.

She had done that countless times already. She felt her throat going dry, but she wasn't hungry or thirsty.

She tried to search around to see if she could get a hint of how far she had gone. Even though her eyes has adjusted to the darkness surrounding her, Jeslyn still couldn't see anything.

"Hohohohoho…"

Jeslyn jerked in shock and got up to her feet. She looked around her but nothing was there, however, the echo of the sinister laughter was just fading away.

"You are finally here, Jeslyn!" The voice came again, much louder and more mysterious than before.

Jeslyn got frightened and hurriedly asked: "W– who are you?"

"I am… YOU!... Hahahaha…" The voice got creepier and spookier. The voice filled the whole place and traveled into the darkness.

"W–what do you mean?" Jeslyn managed to ask with difficulty.

"ARE YOU STILL ASKING ME THAT?!"

" I… " Her voice failed her out of fright.

Jeslyn was scared witless and worse of all, she doesn't know what was going on.

"It seems you can't remember me anymore… It's been a long I visited you anyway.
A few years ago, you made a vow to protect those you love, to keep them from harm, and would give everything to protect old man Lee. But what happened?
You watched him die slowly, you couldn't do anything for him and you even gave his property AWAY!"
The voice boomed, making it sound like a thunderclap had just occurred.

"I didn't–"

"You unfilial child! You were the cause of your mother's death, it was also your fault that your grandfather died!! All the misfortunes that happened to the Lee family are all your fault! Yours alone!"

"I'm innocent!!" Jeslyn screamed. She was terrified by this accusation, but she refuse to shoulder it.

At Jeslyn's scream, the other voice quieted down and only Jeslyn's echo could be heard.

"You talk as if the Lee family isn't mine. I am also a child of the Lee family! The woman you speak of is my mother and the man you talked about is my grandfather!
Everyone knows how much I treasured my grandfather and the revenge I intend to seek for him, I must fulfill it.
My mother died when I was in a coma. They told me she died because of a long-time malady she had been hiding from me, so how am I the cause? How am I unfilial?"

"Jeslyn, I know you better than you know yourself and that's because I am your conscience. Everything you just said is a lie and you know it.
Even if you get rid of all your enemies, will your family come back? The only way you can rid yourself of your guilt is by killing yourself.
End your miserable life, Jeslyn, and go reunite with your family. The world doesn't love you and it will forever hate you.
Spare me of all the burdens and just die. You can never uplift yourself, only darkness and sorrow will embrace you–"

"You lie!" She screamed as tears ran down her cheek. "Everything you said is not true. I–"

Before Jeslyn could finish, bright light assaulted the dark place from above. She shielded her eyes from the light and slowly made her eyes get used to the illumination before looking around her surroundings.

Jeslyn came to realize that she was inside a huge tank all this while. To top it all, she has been walking around in circles, thinking she can never reach her destination when the smooth round tank gave her no option of a destination in the first place.

There was no one else but her. Just when she was about to start thinking of why her so-called conscience would say all that rubbish, she heard from the opening on the top of the tank, "come home with me."

Jeslyn couldn't grasp that voice. She had never heard that voice before. It was soft, soothing, and almost hypnotizing. This was the first time she heard such a voice.

Jeslyn looked at the hand stretched towards her. For some reason, the hand was super long, or should it be… stretchy?

All she needed to do was to accept the hand and leave the tank, but somehow, she loved to remain in the tank, like she was waiting for something, so she shook her head.

"I– I don't want to."

Just when she said that, a figure wearing black with his face concealed appeared out of nowhere. He opened his hands like he was expecting a hug from Jeslyn without uttering a word.

Jeslyn suddenly felt excitement coursing through her the moment the person appeared and without further thought, she took the first step to run towards him, but before she could take the third step, she was yanked out of the tank by the stretchy hand.

Jeslyn jerked awake on her bed with sweat all over her. She looked around at the people surrounding her bed.

Both familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Y– Yellow?" She asked in doubt, but her voice was almost inaudible.

"Good you are awake. You should relax for a while before eating something. Your treatment will commence tomorrow."

Jeslyn turned in the direction of the calm voice and saw it belonged to a young handsome man with white hair.

From his words, Jeslyn could tell he is a doctor.

She shook her head, "I'm fine doctor, it's a normal occurrence."

Nightmares of her walking or running in darkness have always visited her once in blue moons ever since she was 16 years old. Her family had tried all they could. Even the best doctors they knew of in Country A couldn't do much to help her.

Therapies and all the stimulation or whatever she went through, failed. So she believed that this doctor would also find nothing.

Matt said curtly, "Your sickness needs to be treated, or else you won't–"

"You should get things ready for her treatment. You're talking too much."

The sound of footsteps could be heard from the door after that and a few seconds later, Maverick walked into the room wearing all black… like always.

"Boss," Yellow greeted with her head bowed.

"You are early," Matt said.

Maverick stared at the pale-looking Jeslyn with chapped lips for a brief moment before he turned to face Matt, "come with me," he notified.

Before he turned, he glanced sideways at Yellow, "get her something to eat."

"Yes, boss," Yellow responded while still bowing until the two men left.

"Older sister, Yellow," Jeslyn tried to smile but her lips wouldn't stretch to her desired length.

"Hey, don't smile yet. I bet you'll start crying after knowing what you did."

Jeslyn's smile instantly evaporated. "What are you talking about?"

Yellow sighed before she walked towards Jeslyn's bed. She picked up a telephone that wasn't there before and dialed a number.

"Butler, get the kitchen to prepare something healthy and light for your madam. It should be ready before…" she glanced at her wristwatch, "...30 minutes."

She dropped the telephone once she was done and sat on the bed beside Jeslyn.

"Little Bunny, how did you manage to get here?" Yellow asked while staring at Jeslyn's face.

Her usual playful air was gone and her multi-colored hair with Yellow outline that she had always left messily on her head was combed and trimmed into a bob, resting below her earlobe.

She looked like a stone-faced businesswoman facing her rival.

Jeslyn wasn't liking this new personality so she turned her face away and sighed.

"You face… Ahem!" She cleared her throat. Her throat was dry and her sweet voice felt weird.

Yellow turned and poured out water into a glass then handed it to Jeslyn.

"Thank you," she received the glass cup, and the minute the water got onto her tongue, she almost spat it out but Yellow stopped her.

Jeslyn swallowed before she looked pitifully at Yellow, "it's hot."

"That's right, your voice needs warm water…" she raised her hand to stop Jeslyn from protesting. "Drink it all and don't say anything."

Jeslyn pouted and obediently finished the warm water. She felt the inside of her body warming up and her sore throat getting relief.

"You were saying something," Yellow reminded her.

Jeslyn nodded, she wanted to complain about Yellow's new personal but decided against it, so she shook her head, "don't bother."

"Still as confused as ever," Yellow said with her eyes smiling but on her black-painted lips was a cold sneer.

"Hey, don't sneer at me like that," Jeslyn smacked her hand playfully.

Yellow didn't laugh as she would have, but the wicked air around her diminished.

"How did you bring yourself here, little Bunny?"

Jeslyn sighed. She understood that the country wasn't for people like her, but what can she do?

"Do you know the man you married?" Yellow asked.

Jeslyn nodded. "He's Maverick Lu," she said with confidence.

"Just that?" Yellow asked, a little perplexed.

"Yes." Jeslyn looked at Yellow and thought for a while before she asked. "Or does he have another identity?"

Yellow curled her lips into a wicked smile and responded, "why should I tell you? It's a price to pay for your stupidity."

Jeslyn sighed and rested her back on the headboard. "I thought you were a little nicer than older sister Pink."

"Certainly I am," Yellow immediately answered.

"But, Older sister Pink wouldn't do this to me," Jeslyn said with conviction.

Yellow suddenly burst out into a puddle of laughter, surprising Jeslyn and also making her smile.

'Good that she smiled', Jelsyn thought.

"Guess why Pink isn't here," Yellow said with a playful smirk.

"She must be busy…"

"Yellow shook her head. Your older sister Pink is more upset at you than I am. She doesn't know how to face you. Pink had promised to… Let it be."

Jeslyn didn't know what to feel at the moment. Her emotions got complicated.

Yeah, they are right to be angry at her. Maverick had made her believe that he wasn't the regular guy, but her desperation didn't let her focus on what was in front of her.

She sighed in resignation and held Yellow hands in hers, " Older sister, don't worry, it's only for a year. We signed a contract to get a divorce after a year and we can return to our lives. In addition, I can pursue my career and my revenge after a year's break."

Yellow looked at her with pity in her eyes. If only Jeslyn knows that getting a divorce would make her already complicated life even more problematic.

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Episode 4

The Whispers Intensify

As whispers about Emily and Liam reached a crescendo, the town became a hotbed of speculation. Their secret rendezvous, once hidden in the shadows, now danced on the edge of discovery. Friends turned into watchful eyes, and the clandestine nature of their forbidden love became harder to maintain.

The Risky Escape

Faced with increasing scrutiny, Emily and Liam knew their time was running out. In a daring move, they planned a risky escape to a secluded spot outside town. A place where they could be free from judgment and prying eyes, if only for a brief moment. The tension built as they awaited the cover of darkness to make their getaway.

The Confrontation

Unbeknownst to Emily and Liam, their families were closing in on the truth. The brewing storm finally erupted as their secret hideaway was discovered. A confrontation unfolded, emotions running high as the feuding families faced the reality of their children's forbidden love. The town held its breath, uncertain of the consequences that would follow.

*Episode Finale*

The Breaking Point

The confrontation reached a breaking point, and Emily and Liam's love story hung in the balance. Torn between loyalty to their families and the undeniable connection they shared, the young couple faced an impossible choice. The town watched, divided between traditions and the hope for a love that defied generations of animosity.

The Unveiling of Truth

In a surprising turn of events, buried family secrets emerged, shedding light on the roots of the age-old feud. The revelation forced the town to reevaluate long-standing grudges, questioning the validity of the conflict that had kept Emily and Liam apart. The unfolding truth sparked conversations about forgiveness, unity, and the power of love to transcend the barriers of the past.

The Path to Redemption

As the town grappled with newfound knowledge, Emily and Liam seized the opportunity to forge a path of redemption. United against the backdrop of shifting perceptions, they became a symbol of hope and reconciliation. Families that once stood divided found common ground, inspired by the courage of two young hearts who dared to challenge the status quo.

*Epilogue*

In the aftermath of the revelation, Emily and Liam's love not only survived but became a catalyst for positive change. The feuding families worked towards reconciliation, and the town learned the transformative power of understanding and acceptance. Emily and Liam's forbidden love ultimately became a beacon of unity, reminding everyone that love, when given the chance, has the strength to mend even the deepest divides.

Episode 3

The town's whispers about Emily and Liam's secret romance grew louder. Despite the challenges, the young couple continued to meet in hidden corners, seeking solace in the company of each other. The wind carried their shared dreams and whispered promises, intertwining with the secrecy of their forbidden love.

As their connection deepened, Liam presented Emily with a small, carefully crafted gift – a symbol of his affection. A delicate piece of art, hidden away from prying eyes, became a tangible reminder of their shared moments and the strength of their bond amidst the tumultuous backdrop of their feuding families.

Feeling the weight of their forbidden love, Emily and Liam turned to prayer for strength. Seeking guidance from Allah, they asked for the courage to face the challenges ahead, for protection from the judgments of others, and for the perseverance to hold onto their love against all odds.

Amidst the trials, Emily and Liam managed to steal moments of happiness. A shared smile, a stolen kiss – these fleeting instances became precious treasures, fueling their determination to defy the norms and hold onto the love that blossomed against all odds.

However, as their love story unfolded, a storm brewed on the horizon. The town's suspicion intensified, and the families, unknowingly inching closer to the truth, added another layer of complexity to Emily and Liam's forbidden love. Episode 3 leaves readers on the edge, wondering if their delicate romance will withstand the challenges that lie ahead.

My brother is not a good guy like me that would give you a warning or a second chance. If he could treat his loyal subjects like he does, who are you that he cannot get rid of?
For the sake of Valen, I am willing to talk this much." He patted her shoulder again. "Good luck."

With that said, Rex also left the dining room.

Mulan's fat tears fell one after another before they started to run like a broken tap.
She staggered to sit on a chair and lowered her head as she cried silently for a while.

The servants had cleared the table and left a while ago when Rex was still talking to her, so she was the only one left in the huge dining room.

Mulan felt an unbearable pain tearing at her heart. It was so terrific that she clutched her chest.

"This is not true," she shook her head.

How could she believe it? She had grown to love Maverick for decades. They had attended the same basic school, went to the same University, and studied the same course.

For him, she abandoned her family's company to learn how to take care of a child and tolerate his excesses.
Although her family was not among the top dogs, but they were wealthy enough to be the top in any other country.

When she found out that Maverick had suddenly gotten a child from nowhere, she was infuriated. She investigated, and even now, she was still investigating to know who the cursed woman was, but no matter what she did, she couldn't find Valen's mother.

Although she had been around Maverick for decades, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Maverick had no idea she had been stalking him from childhood. She was too insignificant for him to pay attention to.

When she heard that Maverick was looking for a nanny for his son, she went to apply. After all, she was raised with the hopes of becoming Maverick's wife, so it was easy for her to pass the test and became Valen's nanny with the 'hellish' training she went through.

Which ambitious woman would love an illegitimate child born to the man they breathe for?

Mulan was such a woman. She might have been Valen's nanny for six years, but her love for the child is questionable and Maverick wasn't blind to that fact.

That was why he didn't think of her when he was discreetly searching for a mother for his son.

"Maverick, h– how could you do this to me?" Her low voice broke.

She shook her head again in denial, "this is a dream, yes, a dream. I need to return home."

She got up and cleaned her pretty face before leaving with her head held high and shoulders straight.

She is a proud woman, so she wouldn't want the servants to think otherwise.
….

Valen stared with narrowed eyes at the servants who had their heads bowed in front of him.

"I told you to get these leaves out of my sight!!" He roared and overturned the small glass table in front of him.

The maids shivered at the clacking sounds of the dishes hitting against each other before landing on the white rug below their feet.

"Clean this mess and get out, all of you!"

"Y–yes, little master!" The three maids hurriedly answered and went on their knees to start cleaning the mess.

Valen left them in the room and strutted out, heading to his father's room.

Using the stairs from the third floor, he stopped at the second floor, in front of his father's study room.

He was too small to open the door, so he stood by the door with hands folded on his chest, waiting for the door to be opened.

Not up to three seconds, the door clicked open and Valen walked into the dimmed room. A silhouette of two people could be seen, sitting in the room.

Valen didn't look afraid. If anything, he had a serious look on his face to communicate his displeasure.

"I don't want that lady living in this house. Whoever she is, I don't want to know, send her packing," he said the moment he walked in.

"She's your mother now," Maverick answered behind the desk. He had something in his hand but because of how dark the room was, the object could not be seen.

"What mother? Mulan told me my mother was dead."

"She's your stepmother," Rex replied.

"I refuse! A person like that cannot be my mother–"

"You have no choice," Maverick butted in.

"I do. I'm old enough to make my decisions." Valen disagreed.

"Not under my roof, boy," Maverick raised his head from the object in his hand to see the little child in front of his desk.

Valen stared at his father for a while before opening his mouth, "I want to move out."

Silence reigned in the study room for a long time before Maverick answered with a slight nod, "Alright."

"Huh? Brother!" Rex raised his voice at his brother's response.

Valen glared at Rex who immediately shut his mouth.

"I'll move out today. I'll take Mulan with me." Valen said.

"I have no problem with that," Maverick said.

Just when Valen turned and was about to leave, Maverick continued.

"Young man, you can only move out after you turn 18."

Valen and Rex simultaneously turned to look at Maverick.

He didn't even spare anyone a glance as his fingers stroked the object in his hand.

"Brother…"

"Are you playing with me, Mr. Maverick?" Valen narrowed his eyes at his father.

"You have two options. Either you get your freedom at 18 or you get your freedom at 7."

Rex widened his mouth in shock. However, Valen curled his lips.

"What's the catch?" He knew his father wouldn't give him a free pass. Getting his freedom at 7 must come with a condition.

"Stay in the mansion until I find a solution to your problem," Maverick said with his head lowered to stare at the black object.

Valen pursed his lips and thought about it for a while before he nodded. "Deal, but–"

"No, young man, you have no right to lay conditions. Since you have chosen to stay in the mansion for a year, you will accept all that's inside the mansion." Maverick cut him off.

"I don't like that thing you brought home!" Valen protested.

"Her name is Jeslyn," Maverick corrected.

"Whatever", Valen rolled his eyes.

"She doesn't like you either, so it's mutual," Maverick added.

"She's stupid for hating me."

"I bet she sees you as a worse creature for hating her too... she's cute," Rex chuckled.

"Gross," Valen sneered.

"Yeah, you hate cuteness, I forgot." Rex sat upright and stroked his beardless jaw.

"Return to your room. The kitchen will prepare you another set of veggies." Maverick commanded. "Dad, I hate-"

"You made a deal. You'll accept all that's in the mansion and that includes the food you are given and the people in it." Rex chimed in.

"You are ganging up against me." Valen glared at Rex. "Hmph!" he humphed, stamped his small feet, and stormed out.

The two men watched as the little boy left the room before Rex pressed a button on the remote he was holding. The door closed, but a flat screen displaying what was happening outside the room was put on.

Rex sighed. "Brother, why don't you tell Jeslyn? It seems she'll keep fighting Valen if-"

"Let it be. She doesn't have to know"

"Oh? Ok... so, about the Yu family..."

"Shake them a little," Maverick interrupted.

"Hmm... What strategy do you prefer I use this time?"

"Kill the old man."

"Ah! brother, that would be causing chaos."

"Hmm..." Maverick raised the object he had been stroking and it turned out to be a black gun. He got up from his chair and started to walk towards a bookshelf.

"Get Pink out and send them to stay beside her." He said before the shelf turned and he walked into a dark passage with stairs leading downwards.

Rex sighed, "finally."
____

Jeslyn's room....

On the bed, Jeslyn tossed and turned. She had been wondering why she reacted that way with that little cutie. She was angry, but reacting that way was too much, right? After all, he was just a child.

"Aish!"She sat up and ruffled her hair in frustration.

"It wasn't Valen's fault, it was the fault of the adults around him,especially that evil woman." Jeslyn narrowed her eyes at nothing.

Thinking about Mulan, her calm mind suddenly flared up.

"How could she treat someone's child like that?... I'll just take care of Valen myself... No, I'm not good with children... Wait, I'm angry, but I don't know if he has eaten. A stubborn child like Valen certainly wouldn't want to eat anything, I would do the same if I were in his shoes."

Jeslyn sighed and got out of bed to go check up on Valen.

Walking along the corridor, she didn't know which room he was but kept on walking.

"Where is his room located?... He cannot be on the ground floor, the second floor belongs to his father, the third floor has my room, and... his room should be here too, since I was married in the first place to be his mother, right?"

While she was talking along the passage, she spotted Valen coming from the other end.

"Speaking of the devil." She murmured and a smile subconsciously appearing on her lips. She increased her pace to meet up with him.

Valen, on the other hand, saw Jeslyn coming towards him, he saw her smile but he only smirked and also increased his pace. Staying around cute ladies is dangerous and he doesn't want to have anything to do with this lady.

Valen got to his door before Jeslyn could catch up with him. Seeing this, Jeslyn started to sprint towards him but before she could get to him, it was a second too late... The door was shut against Jeslyn's face.

"Valen!" She called while tapping the door but got no response.

"Hey, little Valen, open the door, we need to talk""

Silence.

"Fine, I'm sorry I got mad. It shouldn't have been directed at you but at your father and that nanny."

Silence.

"Baby Valen, I'll not repeat that next time. Just open the door."

Jeslyn waited and waited but the door was not opened.

She got scared and started to ring the doorbell and sometimes banged on it. She was worried that the child wouldn't eat. It was normal practice for kids like Valen. For some reason, she felt anxious and scared that something might happen to him.

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She got scared and started to ring the doorbell and sometimes banged on it. She was worried that the child wouldn't eat. It was normal practice for kids like Valen. For some reason, she felt anxious and scared that something might happen to him.

She looked left and right before dashing towards her right. Getting to the twirling stairs, Jeslyn screamed for Maya.

"Riya!"

"Riya! Where is she?" She asked a maid she saw walking across the quiet sitting room.

The maid stared confusingly at her. She didn't know who bears Riya in the house... I mean, no one bears Riya in the mansion.

"Riya!"

"Who is Riya?" Rex's voice traveled down from the second floor's stair landing. He was resting on the railing while staring down at the frantic- looking Jeslyn.

Hearing the voice, Jeslyn looked up to see the blue-haired Rex staring at her weirdly.
She beckoned with her hand for him to come down.

"Come here first, I need-"

"Thud"

Jeslyn stood there staring speechlessly at Rex who jumped down to stand in front of her.

"D– did you have to do that?" She asked in a weirdly low voice while her hand was frozen in the air.

"Ah, I do that a lot. It's no big deal, so what do you need me for?" Rex said while walking to a couch. He sat down unceremoniously and stretched to pick a red apple from the fruit tray on the table.

"Ahem." Jeslyn cleared her throat and put her hand down. She walked to stand beside Rex and stretched out her hand.

"Give me the keys to little Valen's room," she demanded like she knew he had them.

Rex glanced once over at Jeslyn who was wearing a light purple flare down that stopped above her knees.

'This wasn't what she wore this morning, right?' he thought.

"Hey, be fast about it." Jeslyn snapped her finger in his face.

"Ah, I don't have the keys. Why would you even think I'll have them?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She asked with a raised brow.

"How so? I don't live here."

"You went to bring him home. You certainly cannot abandon him to the helpers and leave. Logic dictates that you'll send him to his room and leave, right?" She tilted her head. She also didn't know if she made sense, but she was very sure Rex had the keys to Valen's room.

"I'm not sure about this 'logic' you are saying, but I do have a spare key to his room, however, I cannot give it to you."

"Why?" Jeslyn folded her arms on her chest.

"Because… It is a spare key. I can only use it when the other keys are not available."

"Oh? Is that how it was made?"

"Bingo, you are smart." Rex smiled, thinking he had successfully hoodwinked her.

"Hand it over," Jeslyn stretched out her right hand and snapped her fingers before beckoning him to give it to her. She was in haste and this guy is wasting her time.

"Jeslyn Lee, I just–"

"Little Valen has fainted–" She interrupted.

Rex's face changed instantly and before Jeslyn could blink, he jacked up from his seat and jumped over the center table. Using another couch as a stepping stone, he flipped over objects on his way and rushed towards the stairs.

Jeslyn was left speechless and watched as Rex who was running towards the stairs collided with a maid who was carrying a white statue.

The sound of the statue hitting against the white sparkling tiled floor, followed by the shattering sound of the statue filled the quiet sitting room.

Jeslyn sighed and also started to walk towards the stairs. She was too carried away by Rex's reaction that she missed the terror on the frozen maid's face.

Entering the door that was left ajar, Jeslyn met Rex and Valen staring at each other before they turned to glare at her.

"I told you she's no good news. Send her packing, now!!" Valen screamed.

Jeslyn sighed. "Are we still here?" She asked while pinching her brow.

"Jeslyn, that was an expensive joke." For the first time ever, Jeslyn heard Rex's hardened voice.

"What's the joke?" Jeslyn frowned.

"You told me he fainted." Rex scowled at her.

"Did he not?" Jeslyn ignored the glares she was receiving and headed towards the couch. She picked up a cherry and threw it into her mouth.

"Hmm… so delicious–" her gaze met the death stares from the small, and grown-up man and sighed.

"Don't kill me just yet. I haven't sought vengeance. If only you had let me finish before running here. I wanted to add that he hasn't eaten and his door was locked."

"How does that relate to… Valen has fainted?" Rex asked without buying her humor.

"A child who didn't eat and won't open the door after thirty minutes of banging on it and ringing the doorbell, what else must have happened to him? He must have fainted from hunger." Jeslyn said unapologetically, making Rex look speechlessly at her.

"Are you for real?" He asked.

"Hmm," Jeslyn nodded and threw another cherry into her mouth. "Don't blame me. It's your fault for not letting me finish."

"Y– you– he… forget it. Just don't play such pranks again next time."

"Only if you let me have a spare key to his room," Jeslyn beamed.

"You mean you'll do it again?" Rex narrowed his eyes.

"Hmm, I will." Jeslyn raised her gaze to stare back at Rex in all seriousness.

Looking into Jeslyn's hazel eyes, Rex saw something he didn't want to think about, so he broke the stare and sighed in resignation. "Fine, I'll get you a spare key."

"No, I don't want her here, get out!" Valen barked.

"Bang!"

"Stop screaming, you little peacock!" Jeslyn slapped the table, shutting Valen up.

"I know you were not taught that interrupting your elders while they talk is disrespectful and uncultured, now I'll teach you that as my 'hello' gift to you.
Little peacock, when your elders are–"

"Uncle Rex, take her out of here, I hate her!" Valen's cute face started to turn red due to anger.

Jeslyn relaxed on the couch and replied, "little peacock, do you know how much I detest you? I just want to hang you upside down and spank you until you learn the proper manners for your age, but I can't do that because... well, leave it be.
I came here because I know you haven't eaten and you certainly wouldn't want to eat anything. That's how stubborn you seem to be. But don't worry, I'm not here to beg you to eat. In fact, I'm glad you aren't eating anything.
I'm your stepmother, after all, an evil stepmother at that, so I'll be the happiest if you fall sick due to hunger, so, little peacock, don't eat, ok. Hahahaha…"

Jeslyn got up and walked out while laughing like a villain.

Valen's face turned white. He was mad, very furious.

Valen turned to Rex and enunciated frantically, "You see that?" he pointed his finger at the door. "She hates me to the extent she wants me dead!"

Rex nodded, "it seems that's the case. She hates you, little nephew." He turned his lips downward in a sad pout.

"Then why would father still marry her? It's clear that she was sent here by the enemies." Valen looked at Rex in alarm.

Rex looked bummed out. He glanced at Valen before he walked to sit on Valen's light blue king-sized bed and shook his head.

"She is not an enemy, but a friend. We cannot offend her, you'll get to understand that in the future." Rex understood what Jeslyn was playing at, so he decided to have fun. What would be greater than watching this quiet and boring house descend into chaos?

"B– but she just threatened me!"

"You know what to do to ruin her plans, don't you? Do the opposite of what she wants, that's how to infuriate your enemies to death. Learn from me and stop listening to Mulan."

"No, Mulan is a good person."

Rex shrugged his shoulders and opened his hands. Valen isn't attached to anyone but he has a soft spot for Mulan.

Valen bit his cute pink lips while debating. After struggling for a long time, he finally said, "bring the food."

Rex raised his head with widened eyes. "D– did you say to bring the food?"

"Should I change my mind?"

"No, no, of course not." Rex beamed and hurried off to the kitchen.

While leaving, he turns from time to time to make sure it wasn't an illusion.

Valen had never done what he said he wouldn't do even if the world was ending. How much does he loathe Jeslyn? His animosity towards her must be overwhelming.

"I knew there was a reason behind my brother bringing home a wife. It turned out he already calculated everything. No wonder he doesn't interfere. Hahaha… Good move brother. I hope Jeslyn would be able to help Valen." Rex soliloquized while walking along the passage.

Meanwhile, inside a well-lit dungeon, Maverick could be seen sitting on a chair with three people in the cell. Two men in black were standing at both sides of a young man hung on the wall with chains attached to his limbs.

The chained man was stark naked in front of Maverick who had one long leg over the other.

The chained young man's body looked fresh and clean. There was no sign of torture or anything except for the injuries left on his limbs by the chains.

Maverick unfolded his leg and leaned forward, "spill it," he said.

If his voice used to be deep and villainous, his voice right now was worse. It sends chills down a person's spine.

"Master, I... I know nothing about it." The man chained to the wall said in a raspy voice. He knew he was going to die, so why would he give out the secret that has been giving him power for so long?

Thanks to this secret, he was able to form his own faction that was slowly rising under his boss' nose.

"Drill faction… Celine," Maverick let out.

Hearing his faction's name and his lover being mentioned, the man turned ferocious and forcefully pulled at the chains.

"You dare not touch them!!" He roared.

"Bang!"

"Ahh!"

Getting shot on his stretched-out naked thigh, the young man screamed and groaned in pain.

He wanted to fall to the ground and hold his thigh that was shot, but because his hands and legs were spread across the wall, he couldn't move, which intensified the pain from the bullet wound.

The more he tried to move, the tighter the chains became, so he stopped moving. Besides, there was nothing he could do anymore since he had struggled to the extent that his limbs were almost tearing apart.

How could he have forgotten that nobody raises their voice at Maverick without getting their tongue ripped out? It was obvious that he was still useful and that was why the two men standing beside him didn't rip out his tongue like the chained man used to rip out their enemies' tongues.

"Spill it," Maverick repeated.

"I don't know! I only received orders from the phone." He screamed in frustration. He had been asked that question multiple times by his two friends standing beside him and he had told them times without numbers that he had no idea. What else does Master Maverick want?

He would rather die than say it. If he's dead, the money he left behind can be used by his girlfriend. He was sure that his master wouldn't care about Celine. He only called her name to threaten him.

"Bang!"

"Ah!!" He howled in pain as he twisted on the chains, provoking the chains to tighten around his limbs and stretch him even more. His body had long been covered in sweat and some parts of his body had turned red from being stretched for a long time.

"Bath him and get rid of his existence," Maverick commanded before he got up and walked out.

"Yes, master!" The two men said with a bow.

"N– no, no, no, please! I'll tell you everything, please I'm Sorry! Forgive me! No, please, don't do this, we are friends, tenth brother, second brother, please don't listen to master, Spare my people, my Celine, please!"

He begged hysterically but none of the two paid attention to him. One of them went out of the dungeon and the other glanced at the chained young man with sweaty skin and shook his head.

"Fourth brother, you should have known better than anyone else what master hated the most. You knowingly sold out information to his rivals and not just that, you are one of those who did that to him 7 years ago.

You even had the guts to stop his investigation. Fourth brother, your liver is huge. You knew that meddling in his investigation would hinder his search, yet you did it without dread. Who gave you the mind to go against master?

Was it the Yu family, or the Xu family? It can only be one of them.

Anyway, don't worry about Celine. She is also one of the existence that master wants to be erased. I'll take charge of her. I have always had my eyes on her for a long time and I can't wait to hear her screaming under me before she dies.

Ahh, I wonder what it would feel like to bang that girlfriend of yours. Tell me, does she like rubbers or raw?"

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Episode 2

Despite the challenges, Emily and Liam continued their secret meetings. Finding hidden spots in the town, they shared stolen moments, laughter, and whispered conversations. The town started buzzing with gossip about the mysterious connection between the girl from one family and the boy from the other.

As their romance blossomed, so did the tensions. Emily's friends and Liam's confidants warned them about the risks of their forbidden love. The weight of the town's expectations pressed down on them, adding an extra layer of difficulty to their relationship.

Emily and Liam couldn't escape the shadow of their families' feud. The pressure mounted as they struggled to keep their growing love a secret. The fear of discovery loomed, making each stolen moment more precious and their bond more intense.

Liam, burdened by the expectations of his family, faced a dilemma. The forbidden love he shared with Emily clashed with the duties he owed to his kin. Caught between loyalty and love, Liam grappled with the difficult choices ahead.

As tensions reached a breaking point, Emily and Liam found themselves at a crossroads. The town's disapproval and their families' expectations forced them to make a difficult decision. Episode 2 leaves readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how Emily and Liam will navigate the challenges that threaten to tear them apart.

"Good morning, ma'am," two servant girls cleaning the stair railing greeted Jeslyn with forced voices.

It was obvious they didn't like her and the maids weren't making an attempt to hide it.

"Good morning," Jeslyn responded while walking down the stairs.

She chooses to ignore them, after all, it has nothing to do with her. It's their right to hate or like her.

A few steps ahead, Jeslyn heard the maids behind her talking in hushed voices.

What could they be talking about if not gossip about her? And Jeslyn wasn't a fan of such, so she turned around, and with a cold voice, she spoke.

"You two, go get your payment and leave."

The girls looked at her like she was a joke and ignored her to continue working.

Seeing this, Jeslyn chuckled for a while before she started taking small steps towards them while saying:

"You know, at a workplace, you ought to be careful with your tongue and also how you treat people. It's fine to gossip, but it's disrespectful when you let whoever you are gossiping about hear it.
I was nice enough to tell you both to leave with your pay, but not anymore. Go get your bags and leave… Without a dime!
If you make me repeat myself, then you'll be thrown out of this house without your bags." She smiled at the two girls who had their eyes enlarged in shock.

"Wow, this is the first time I have seen a guest issuing orders in a house that isn't theirs. Young lady, who do you think you are to lay off Mr. Maverick's workers?"

A feminine voice tinged with laughter, sounded from behind Jeslyn followed by the clicking sound of heels stepping on the smooth and sparking floor.

"Good morning, Ma'am!" The two servants greeted with cheerful voices.

Jeslyn didn't bother to turn around and patiently waited for the intruder to walk around her and come to stand beside the servants.

"Morning. You two, continue your work and go downstairs if you are done." The new lady gave the instruction to the two maids while looking at Jeslyn with a condescending stare.

"Yes, ma'am!" The maids answered and were about to leave when they heard…

"I dare you to take a step from here."

Jeslyn's voice sounded almost like their master's. Sending chills down their hearts. The girls subconsciously stood rooted to the spot. Not daring to move.

Jeslyn folded her arms on her chest with her eyes on the pretty lady in front of her.

She assessed the lady in front of her for a while before asking: "And… who might you be?" Jeslyn said, raising a brow at the lady.

"Ha, you don't even seem to know me, so what right do you have to lay anyone off?"

Jeslyn sighed… "You also don't seem to know me, which means you are irrelevant in this house, so what right do you also have to stop me from sending disrespectful workers off?"

Hearing that she was irrelevant, the lady narrowed her scorching gaze at Jeslyn. "Who told you I'm irrelevant?"

"Who told you I'm a guest?" Seeing the lady knitting her brows, Jeslyn curled her lips.

"Everyone knows that you are a guest." She said after composing herself. Her brows were only knitted for a flitting moment.

"Hmm…" Jeslyn nodded. "It means those people are not important, just like you." Jeslyn turned to look at the two servants that had a confused and terrified look on their faces.

She doesn't care or want to know why they looked so frightened. But one thing she was determined to do was to get these two maids fired.

No one has ever disrespected her and gone away with it and these girls certainly won't be the first… not in a country like this anyway.

Showing these unrepentant girls mercy would mean she's weak and this peacock who just arrived, throwing her weight around would find a spot to bully her in the future.

The Lu brothers have no sisters and from the information released to the public, the Lu brothers shut the doors to their other family members, which means, a cousin cannot appear in this house.

So the identity of this lady standing beside her might either be a family friend, or a high-ranked worker for the Lu brothers because she's dressed like an elegant secretary.

"You two…" Jeslyn touched the space between her brow. It seemed like she was considering something, then she continued. "…I have said it the third time, I think, and I won't repeat myself."

"Riya!"

Jeslyn called the servant whom she saw walking around the sitting room with a white napkin.

At first Maya didn't answer, but a few seconds later, her brain jolted and she stared up at the staircase.

"Ma'am, you called me?" She asked.

"Hmm, get the security."

"Oh?… ok, ma'am." Maya walked towards the telephone.

Looking at Jeslyn, the lady in a red pencil skirt, wearing a white shirt that was opened to expose her fine cleavage with face caked in nice makeup and hair done into a ponytail, glared at Jeslyn.

This was no longer a matter of laying workers off, after all, she was never the type to care about who eats and who doesn't.

Seeing such a beautiful lady in Maverick's house turned her brain and she automatically labeled her an enemy. So when she heard what she was telling the servants, she took the opportunity to invoke dominance, an image to be feared and respected, just like every servant in the house fears and respects her, but who would have thought this pretty face in front of her was a stubborn one?

"Young lady, I think you–"

"Young ma'am, stop addressing me like a mum would address their naughty daughter. If at all you are older than me, it shouldn't be a difference of three years, so, what's up with that tone?" Jeslyn glared at the lady…no, she was already glaring.

The lady had her mouth hanging open and so were the servants. Who dares to talk to Ms. Mulan like this? Is this guest courting death?

After a while, Mulan chuckled. It wasn't a happy chuckle, but the chuckle was filled with hidden danger.

"I thought you were–"

"Miss Mulan, Ma'am," a few men in black walked over and bowed to Jeslyn and Mulan.

"Ah, you are here. These servants feel sore in their feet and cannot walk out of the compound when I told them to, so I called you here to throw them out." Jeslyn explained sarcastically.

The head guard looked from Jeslyn to the maids. They seemed to not have an iota of fear but were gazing at Jeslyn with mockery in their eyes. He then looked at Mulan who was doing a stare-down contest with Jeslyn before he bowed.

"Yes, ma'am… throw the servants out." The head guard commanded his men.

"W–what?!" Both the servants and Ms. Mulan exclaimed at once while staring at the head guard who was about to turn around.

"Stop right there!" Mulan roared. Once the guard stopped and looked at her, she asked while twirling her index finger above her head while asking: "Who owns this house?"

"Everyone knows who owns the house, Miss Mulan." The head guard replied.

"Who gives the orders in this house?" Mulan asked again.

"Still the same answer, Miss Mulan."

"Then why are you taking orders from a stranger? Those the master's hand-picked maids. How can you listen to a stranger and throw them out?"

"Not when the 'stranger' has a say in the house, Miss Mulan."

With that said, the head guard left with the others, depriving the maids of the chance to seek forgiveness.

The maids wanted to beg Jeslyn, not because they feared or respect her, but because they know what their lives would be like after leaving the mansion, but the guards wouldn't let them.

They were dragged out of the house like hateful parasites.

On the stairs, Jeslyn was about to leave when Mulan blocked her.

"Who are you?" Mulan asked with a skeptical look on her face.

"A person who wouldn't care to know who you are. And if I may say, your sexy cleavage is too revealing, don't you think? This is a house, not a club."

Jeslyn threw Mulan the words before she sidestepped and walked away.

Mulan looked down at her dress. Truly, her cleavage was revealed and she has a reason for doing so, but getting bashed by that stranger was the height of it.

She stamped her nude heels on the smooth floor as rage built up in her. She wasn't just humiliated, she was also called a prostitute.

'I will have to deal with this stranger quickly, or else, she will be out of her control. It doesn't matter who she is. If I can send those two to prison, then what is this weakling that I cannot chase to death?'

Mulan curled her lips as ideas to deal with Jeslyn formed in her mind.

Meanwhile, Maya, who had called the securities, was standing in the sitting room, staring wide-eyed at Jeslyn who was walking down the stairs.

'What is this lady who couldn't bother to give Miss Mulan face? What is her identity?'

While Maya was thinking, Jeslyn came to stand in front of her and waved at her.

"What are you daydreaming about so early in the morning? Done with your chores?" Jeslyn asked.

"G–good morning ma'am," Maya hurriedly curtsied.

"Hmm, morning. Hope you slept well?"

The maid was shocked again. She couldn't recall what year someone had cared to ask her if she slept well.

"It seems you have a lot to think about, point me in the direction of the dining room. A maid had called me to head there."

"T–there," Maya was flustered. Wonders keep happening that she feels her mind will explode. Does she want to join the family for breakfast? Little master Valen is there too! Doesn't that mean…

By the time Maya woke up from her stupor, Jeslyn had walked far away from her. She sighed. She was about to warn her, but… leave it be.

Jeslyn arrived at the dining table with two godly beauties already there. One was a handsome man with a cold face and the other was a jaw-dropping pretty and cute boy of about 6 years old.

The 6-year-old child had a head full of black hair, his baby face was lowered to stare at the food placed in front of him.

The minute he raised his gaze to Jeslyn, she swallowed hard. The thought to steal him away flashed through her mind.

'How can a child be this cute!?' She screamed in her mind.

His brows were thick and dark, just like his father's. His pink lips were turned downwards and a small frown rested between his brows.

His large eyes which housed sparkling hazel pupils glanced at Jeslyn for a brief moment before they turned to look behind her.

Jeslyn followed his gaze and looked back to see the lady she had an altercation with earlier, walking over with the sound of her heels disturbing the quiet atmosphere.

Jeslyn rolled her eyes and walked towards the dining table.

Seeing the guest sitting on the chair beside Maverick, Mulan furrowed her brows.

No one has ever been allowed to take that seat before, so why is the guest sitting there?

While she was wondering, Mulan walked to stand beside Valen.

Jeslyn glanced at her and looked at the empty chair that was on the other end of the table without uttering a word.

'I said it, she's not an important member of the family, hmph!' She thought.

"Good morning," Jeslyn greeted Maverick and Valen.

"Hmm," Maverick answered but Valen didn't.

Mulan curled her lips in a smile when she saw Jeslyn looking at Valen. Probably expecting a reply that would never come.

"You must be Valen, I'm Jeslyn," she stretched out a hand across the table to shake Valen, but he didn't even look at her.

His eyes were still focused on the veggies placed on his plate.

Jeslyn awkwardly took her hand back and happened to see Mulan sniffing a laugh.

She rolled her eyes and rather chose to watch the maids instead, as they served her.

"What is the meaning of this?" Valen said. His voice was childish, but the coldness it held could not be ignored.

Maverick ignored him and continued eating his food.

Staring at his father, Valen continued; "I know the maids do not have the guts to serve my vegetables, only you can order them to. I don't–"

"Yo! wait for me." Rex's voice sounded from the sitting room and soon, his hurried steps could be heard.

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