Chapter 1 Arabella Garcia

Arabella Garcia Clad in her plain white ankle-length dress, Arabella Garcia walked the quiet alley of the church. Her moistened eyes lit up when they found the familiar statue situated at the far end of the lane. She hastened her steps and halted before the statue. She kneeled down and tightly pressed her eyes closed, causing tears to squeeze out. She clasped her hands together and bowed her head in front of the holy cross. She started murmuring in her soft angelic voice. "Father in heaven, I thank you for giving me such a beautiful life. I am grateful to you for all the blessings and kindness you showered on me. I ask you for just one more help. Please, make Ruby get well soon. I found her today outside my room all drenched in rain. She was stiff and barely breathing when I took her in. She hasn't opened her eyes since then. Sister Teresa says, she won't be able to make it. Please, god...Please bless her with your kindness. I will sweep clean the front of the church twice a day, I promise," tears streamed down her cheeks as she prayed ardently to the almighty. Today, in the morning when she opened her room's door to head to the church to do her prayer, her eyes clapped on a bundle of soaked fur lying in front of her room. The bundle wasn't moving. She crouched down and started stroking the fur. The tiny kitten was as cold as ice. Her kind heart reached out for the stray kitten. The indiscernible rise and fall of her body worried her to no end. She gathered her in her arms and brought it inside her room. Arabella gently laid the kitty on her bed and swathed her tiny body with her warmest blanket. She tried to feed her but the kitten didn't open her mouth. After several attempts, she ran outside and called for Sister Teresa who was one of the physicians of the orphanage. Sister Teresa was in her office when Arabella burst in with a concerned look and requested the older woman to accompany her to her room and tend to the ill kitten. Sister Teresa rose from her chair and followed the 17-year-old girl who was famous in the orphanage for her kind soul and pure heart. Sister Teresa couldn't help but wonder how the kitten knew where to go for help. The kitten was in critical condition. Sister Teresa deduced that the kitten had suffered the whole night in the rainstorm yesterday. Regret immediately washed over innocent Arabella. She would have been alright, had she not shut her door. The kitten had come to her in search of shelter and now was fighting for her life. The notion brought tears to her eyes. Sister Teresa wasn't surprised at all when she saw tears in her eyes for the poor fellow. She and everyone in the orphanage were used to her too compassionate nature. The older woman left after giving her some suggestions. And that is how Arabella found herself inside the church, seeking his blessings for the almost life-less kitten lying in her bed. She came back to her room. Her stomach grumbled many times on the way as she had skipped her breakfast in her desperation to get help. Ruby as she had named her, was still sprawled in her bed. Only her head was peeking out from the blanket. She slept next to her on her side and started stroking the pooch. "Wake up, Ruby," she whispered and, call it a miracle, the kitten stirred slightly. Her hand froze and she jumped up into a sitting position. A bright smile crawled across her lips as she watched the kitten with hopeful eyes. The kitten stirred again, this time with more strength. Arabella sprung off her bed and rushed over to the bowl in which she had poured water for her. She fetched it in a matter of a second and kept it in front of the pooch. The kitten crawled towards it and started lapping the water. Arabella was happy beyond measure. She managed to save a life. As far as she remembered, Arabella had been living in this orphanage. She has no memory of life outside this orphanage. Sister Mary told her that she was three when the cops had handed her over to the orphanage. Her parents were drug addicts and died of an overdose. From gardener to Sister Violet, who was the head of the orphanage, she had endeared herself to every soul that she came across. Her purity and innocence were her biggest attraction. She wasn't on the gorgeous side. She wasn't a head-turner. She was just beautiful both from inside and outside. She was the type who grows on you slowly but surely. Her skin was light-colored and her brown hair reached her mid-waist. Her best feature was her blue eyes that resembled the stars in a dark night. But what made her special from others was her smile. A smile that can brighten anyone's days. Ruby also had recognized Arabella as her savior. She showed her gratitude by nudging her head against her leg. Since that day, Ruby would visit her every evening and Ara had made it a point to give her a warm welcome with her favorite biscuits. Her eighteenth birthday was approaching fast which meant she had to find herself a job to secure a roof above her head before moving from the orphanage. Arabella didn't have many options as she wasn't a bright student and didn't know much about the outside world. She had assisted Sister Teresa with her patients but that was it. She had no other experience. What was she going to do? If you need a helping hand in your chores or have to take care of someone, the whole night, call Ara, she is always ready to lend a hand of help. But the teenager lacked severely in the education department. The girl sent out her ill-designed resume to many companies but there was no revert from any of them. She wasn't a brilliant student to win a university scholarship, hence her only option was to find a job. "I have decided. I am going to try my luck in Modelling," Freya revealed her plan as she munched on the chocolate that her third favorite boyfriend had bought her. Ara and Freya were lying on Freya's bed with their hair dangling on the side of the bed, discussing their future plans. They both were best friends but pole opposite in nature. Whereas Ara was soft-spoken and sweet by nature, Freya was a spitfire. She was known for her ear-reddening cuss words and middle finger. However, her beautiful face compensated for her loud mouth. She was gorgeous. That is why Ara believed that her friend would easily make it into the modeling industry when she disclosed her plan to her. Their friendship was an enigma for everyone. "You are going to London?" Ara queried mildly surprised "Yes. James has seen a space for both of us and he will also get me a part-time job," she licked the chocolate off her thumb. "James? Your second boyfriend?" Ara asked, confused "Naah...he wants to be my boyfriend," Freya replied with a smug smile. Ara chuckled and shook her head. "What's your plan?" Freya turned to her side and plopped her head in her hand "No plans yet. I've sent mails to some companies but they haven't reverted so.....," she trailed off. Freya knew what she wanted to do but Ara had no idea. She had no ambitious dreams like Freya, she just wanted to live a peaceful life and have a family. "Come with us, Bell. James will get you a job," Freya wiggled her brow Ara smiled and shook her head. She turned her gaze at the ceiling. "I am good here. I don't want to leave this place," Ara admitted. She hated change. She was an emotional person who could easily get attached to anyone or anything. She was emotionally attached to this town and didn't want to move from here. Freya settled back on her back. "You haven't seen the world, that's why you are saying this. This place sucks ass. No good club, no sexy boys, nothing," Freya draped her arms over her eyes. Ara smiled at her friend's reasoning. "I feel at peace here. And that's all that matters to me," Ara explained plainly. . Peace. That's all she wanted. A month later, Freya left for London with her still-in-que boyfriend, leaving many broken hearts behind. Ara was alone now. Although she had many other friends, most of them had left already. They all had a plan to pursue except for her. One day she went to sister Teresa to help her in her duty. The older woman asked her about her future plans. Having no response, Ara clammed up. Sister Teresa understood the meaning of her silence and gave her a pep talk that she very much needed. "You need not to worry, child. He is watching over us. This darkness is temporary. He loves you and he will light your way and give you only what is best for you," Sister Teresa told her, that she wholly believed. She believed in God with all her heart. She knew he would not let anything bad happen to her. The familiar purr when she reached her room snapped her out of her thoughts. A smile crossed her lips when she looked down at the kitten, adding to her beauty. She giggled when Ruby nudged her nose into her ankle. The girl bent down and picked the kitten. She opened the door to her room and brought her inside. "You are hungry, Ruby? I've brought you your favorite food," she feigned excitement as if she was talking to a child. Ruby purred in approval. Ara laughed at her excitement. She put the feline down and made her way to the shelf where the food was kept. She took a plate as well and placed it in front of the hungry Ruby. After fixing Ruby her dinner, Ara slid back into her bed and grabbed her book from the table. She parted the book from where she had left and started reading. A few days passed by uneventfully. She hadn't gotten any revert yet. Every time she got worried she reminded herself that she wasn't alone, he was with her. God would find her away. One day, she was returning to her room when the orphanage Gardner stopped her and informed her that Sister Teresa wanted to see her in her office. It was nothing out of the blue. Sister Teresa often asked the young lady for her help. She turned her way towards Sister Teresa's office. "You sent for me?" she asked in her soft voice, causing the sister to look up from her diary. "Yes, Ara. Come take a seat," she motioned towards the chair across from her own. Ara quietly made her way towards the chair and plopped down on it. "Did you get any response for your mails?" Sister pushed her spectacles up her nose and gave Ara her full attention. A shadow of sadness fell over her ever bright expression. Ara hung her head and shook her head in no. Sister Teresa hummed and nodded thoughtfully. "I have a job offer for you," Ara snapped her head up with a force that could have given her whiplash. "Job. Here?" she wrinkled her brows in confusion. "Not here in the orphanage. An acquaintance of mine is looking for a caretaker for a girl about six years old," she started in her professional tone. Ara gave a single nod in understanding. "The girl lost her parents a year back and is currently under the care of her uncle, Mr. Killian Serrano. The man is too busy in his business to stay around the girl......" she was going on with the details about the girl's uncle but Ara wasn't listening anymore. Her eyes lit up with hope. She can definitely take care of a child. She loves kids and they love her. "I'll do that," she interrupted without realizing. Sister Teresa kept her expression neutral. "Before you say yes. There is one more thing that I want you to know. The girl can't walk. Which means you will have to stay by her from dusk till dawn," Ara didn't know the girl but she felt for the little kid. She lost her legs at the tender age of six. She loved God but sometimes she hated him for not being fair and just. Now, this revelation only strengthened her will. She will look after the kid. "I will love to take up this job," she said with her signature smile. Sister Teresa nodded and smiled in approval. She already knew Ara will not step back. "What's the name of that little angel?" Ara asked curiously "You almost got it right. It's Angela," both of them chuckled thereafter. Ara was happy beyond measure. She finally had a job. Alright, she didn't have it now but she was about 99% sure that she would get it. Sister Teresa told her so. Whoever the person called Sister Teresa seemed to have great faith in the middle-aged woman. The only hurdle was the interview that was scheduled to happen tomorrow. Everything was going to be fine, with that thought she closed her eyes in hope of catching sweet dreams.

Chapter 2 Killian Serrano

A NIGHTMARE. That's how people describe him. There are three things he is notorious for; his vicious smirk, his cold malignant glare, and his barbarian nature. He is also very creative. He has created a thousand methods of killing someone in the most brutal manner without carving a single wound. His people likened him with Hades. The king of death. The ruler of the underworld. The title suits him, considering he indeed is the ruler, the formidable king of Spanish Mafia. On the other hand, he is also likened with Adonis for his attractive features. When not slaughtering his enemies, he is stealing the breath of women and dare I say some men with his exquisite looks. Possessing a height of 6'3, he is a man of muscles. His black hair that reaches up to his shoulder complements his green grey orbs and pronounced cheekbones. His eyes can be called his best asset when not sporting the crazed glint. The next best feature is his perfectly sculpted jawline, as sharp as an obsidian knife. His slightly crooked aristocratic nose above his thin but very kissable lips, adds a royal touch to his appearance. A powerful aura radiates off of him that sets him apart from the rest. He exudes a powerful aura which is both mysterious and dark. But don't let his handsome face fool you. It is better to fall off a cliff then, falling for this man. He is a devil in disguise. All in all, Killian is a walking example for the phrase, "beautiful but deadly," period! " Killian please..for old time sake...don't... don't kill me..I am your friend," the man joined his hands and begged desperately on his knees. He was covered in his own blood. His clothes were tattered and skin tainted with countless wounds in striking contrast with the man towering above him who was wearing a snug black shirt that outlined his muscular frame. His sleeves were rolled up to elbow, displaying some latin quote tattooed around his brawny arm and his expensive Rolex, draped around his wrist. Garreth's half-closed eyes were filled with terror for the man that was smirking down at him. Just like a Death Angel. ""I.. Tengo una familia. Mi hijo tiene sólo dos años," he pleaded weakly through his sobs. (I have a family. My kid is only two years old) Killian withdrew the gun, settled back in his chair, widened his legs, and looked down upon his once close friend. Garreth took it as his cue to speak further. Perhaps Killian is not as heartless as he claims to be. "Mi hijo te admira. Tu hijo Dios. Mi esposa está embarazada. Por favor, por su bien, déjame ir. Te prometo que no te defraudaré nunca más. Si... Si quieres me iré de este país para siempre y no volveré," Garreth explained in his shaky voice. He was having a hard time speaking as his jaws were almost broken but still he forged on. (My child looks up to you. Your God son. My wife is pregnant. Please, for their sake, let me go. I promise I won't let you down ever again. If..If you want I'll leave this country for good and never come back.) "Por favor, por mi familia... déjame ir," he sounded desperate. The guy broke down like a kid in front of his childhood friend. (Please, for my family..let me go) The chair squeaked under his weight when Killian leaned forward. The slight movement startled Garreth. He looked up, alarmed. Killian clasped his hands together and studied Garreth's pathetic condition with a neutral expression before his face broke down into a signature smirk. Garreth's face paled, for he knew what the smirk meant. "Deberías haber pensado en ello antes de cruzarte conmigo, amigo mío" cold fear crawled up Gareth's spine. The Mafia King cocked his gun and pointed it at the shaking Garreth. (You should have thought about it before crossing me, my friend.) Killian tilted his head, "as far as your family is concerned. Don't worry, I'll take good care of them." he assured him in strong Spanish accent. Garreth squeezed his eyes closed in defeat, causing tears to run down his blood stained cheeks. Killian bent closer to his frame a little more as if wanting to tell him a secret. "Especialmente su hermosa esposa," he whispered darkly. Garreth's eyes flew open. He glared hard at his tormenter but Killian only smirked. Smirk which meant end. He pulled the trigger without a delay. A sharp sound echoed in the basement giving way to a grim silence. Thick blood splotched the walls and the room resonated with a thud. The bullet had pierced his forehead. (Especially your beautiful wife) Killian's orbs zeroed in on the lifeless body with a stoic expression. A frown sat over his brows as he walked closer to the body, staring hard at the bullet hole that he had carved on his forehead. A moment later, he raised the gun, trained it on Garreth and shot another fire. This one pierced right through the center of his forehead. A smirk played over his lips. "Perfecto," he murmured. Perfection is what he strove for. The man turned on his heels and strutted towards the exit, leaving the body of his childhood friend behind. Garreth was one of his closest friends. Killian had strong trust issues but still he trusted Garreth who happened to return the favor by stabbing him in his back. He never takes well to the betrayer. "Deshacerse del cuerpo," Killian commanded Santiago, his second-in-command, before striding off the building. (Dispose the body) A few days ago, Killian had found out that Garreth was in gloves with the killers of his best friend, Sebestian Hernandez. Sebastian was his second-in-command before he and his wife lost their life in a confrontation with the rival gang, leading to the crashing of their car.  By some miracle, their girl, Angela, survived the accident. However, the little girl lost her legs. He had taken her under his care, as Sebestian had no living relatives. He was an orphan and his wife was a former prostitute. They both had no one to call their own. Killian resided in Madrid but he sent the little girl to London to keep her from the evil eyes. He hardly ever got the chance to visit her due to his busy schedule. Maybe once every three months. The girl also was not enthusiastic about their meeting. She had lost her buoyancy after the accident. Killian appointed many therapists for her but nothing worked. She had turned into a mute statue, speaking only when spoken to. He held onto the handle as tiny drops of warm water cascaded over his broad shoulder, spilling down his chest and to his lower parts. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up. A smirk came over his lips as he revisited the memory of killing Garreth. That fucker got what he deserved. He was one step closer to destroying the Scorpio, their rival gang. Killian draped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom only to find Elena lying in his bed in her see-through lingerie. "You didn't come to see my show," Elena stated in her sultry voice as she got to her feet. Killian's gaze greedily raked over her perfect body. Her D cup breasts, thin waist, wide hips, and toned legs. She was a seductress, no doubt. And the way her hips were swaying with each step she took. Killian felt his member waking. "You know, I don't care about your show, Elena" his voice thickened with lust as he gazed hotly at her cleavage. Her lips stretched into a smile. She stood closer to him and puffed out her chest. "What do you care about then?" she asked seductively and palmed his hardness. He smirked but didn't say anything. There was nothing in this world he cared about except for his wants and greeds. And right now he wanted a good hard fuck. "On your knees," he commanded. Elena's eyes lit up with desire. She immediately slumped to her knees and looked up at him like an impatient pup. He stroked and patted her hair, giving her green signal to unwrap his towel. With anticipation, she started unwrapping his towel, just the way a child does to his christmas gift. Her hazel eyes sparkled with raw lust when she uncovered his manhood. Elena swallowed the excessive water in her mouth. She curled her fingers around his prepared shaft and started stroking it lightly. She stuck out her tongue and let it dance over the head. Elena opened her mouth and closed it around the head of his length. Her red-colored lips sliding against the roughness of his shaft, covering it inch by inch. Her fingers tended to his balls as her mouth moved up and down his hardness. "Take it all in," Killian grunted before grabbing the back of her head, forcing her to take all of him. Elena gagged but he couldn't bring himself to care. He kept her mouth in position and started pounding into it. His balls repeatedly smacked her chin red as the tip of his length pressed against the back of her throat. She clawed his thigh to let her go but he didn't until he wanted to. He pulled himself out of her mouth and motioned her to stand up. "In the bed. On your knees and hands..Now," he issued in a commanding tone while stroking his length. Elena, who was panting hard, nodded and took off her panties. She hastily climbed up the bed and got on her knees and hands as ordered. She was dripping wet with desire. Her slick pink pussy was out in display for its destroyer. He walked up to the drawer and snatched a condom. He rolled on the protection and stood behind her shaped ass. Killian grabbed her legs and yanked her knees to the edge of the bed. He aligned his throbbing cock with the depth of her pulsating womanhood before plunging into her, in one swift motion. Elena screamed in pain and tried to scramble away but his iron grip on her hips deterred her attempt. He pulled out and slammed back in. Elena whimpered as the man didn't give her enough time to adjust to his size. He pounded into her roughly and hardly. The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated in the room as Killian wrecked her core with his cock. Soon her screams changed into moans as she adjusted to his hard and fast thrusts. "Yes..yes.yes...yes," She bleated. Killlian rolled his eyes, fighting the urge of taping her mouth. Her body spasmed when the first wave of orgasm struck her. "Oh yeah," she slurred as he pounded into her ruthlessly. He fucked her hard and raw. His body slumped over her when he came. Elena dropped down on the mattress. They both allowed themselves a minute to regain their strength. Killian lifted himself off her and stood to his feet. He peeled the protection off his length and threw it inside the dustbin. Elena rolled over on her back and gave him a satisfying smile. Killian grabbed the towel from the floor and started wiping his soft length. "You can leave now," he stated dismissively as he walked over to his closet in all his naked glory Her smile fell instantly. She sat up and glared at his broad back. "I am your fiance, Killian. You can't throw me out like some whore," she spat slightly agitated. They both were engaged for a year now. Whereas, Killian loved fucking her, he never shared a bed with her for sleeping. "Get the hell out of here or do you want me to tell my guards to escort you?" he spoke without looking her way. "But...""I don't want you here when I come back," he stated sternly and walked into his closet. Elena was smoking hot but she was also clingy as hell. She was ravishingly beautiful but the only things he liked on her was her bouncy tits and her tight pussy. That's all. He never gave marriage a thought but he believed sex was enough to make a marriage work. Afterall, marriage is just a social liscense to have sex. Although he didn't need it, his father was hell bent on getting him married before he hit thirty. Killian didn't believe in love, compatibility and shit. Elena was a supermodel and the only daughter of Francesco Rossi, the don of Italian Mafia. This union would merge both the formidable Mafia clan together, strengthening their power. Elena had left when he came back to his room. It was a relief. He rounded to his side of the bed and laid on his back. " lights off," the lights went out in his room. He clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, the silence got disrupted when his phone started vibrating on the table. He hadn't slept but felt deeply annoyed by the interruption. Killian grabbed the phone from the table. Robert's name was flashing on the screen. " What is it, Robert?" he said gruffly " Boss, I have called to let you know that we have enlisted a caretaker for baby Angela. She is coming over for an interview tomorrow," the piece of information caught his attention. He had strictly told Robert to inform him about everything related to Angela. "You ran a background check on her?" he asked "Yes, boss. Her background is clean. She is an orphan and a trusted friend of mine has recommended her name,""Hmmm..Alright, let me know about the interview. Don't hire her until I say so," he replied "Very well, boss," Robert responded Killian disconnected the call and put the phone back on the table. He closed his eyes and this time he fell asleep without a hassle.

Chapter 3 Angel And Devil

She nervously clutched at the strap of her bag as she dazedly stared at the huge mansion that stood proud and tall in front of her. She found the extravagance of the house daunting. She was so intimidated that for a minute, she considered turning tails. She just couldn't picture herself casually strolling through the corridors of this magnificent building. "Excuse me, you need some help?" the guard approached her. He had been watching her for the last 10 minutes gawking at the mansion. Although it was nothing out of the ordinary, the mansion had distracted many. However, the guard was strictly instructed to question anyone and everyone who is seen around the mansion for safety purposes. Arabella didn't respond. "Ma'am," the guard tried again, louder this time. "Huh?" Arabella absently turned to the guard and blinked her eyes into focus. "You have been standing here for the last 10 minutes. I was asking if you needed any help?" the guard responded in a professional manner "No...I mean yes..I have come here for an interview, sir," she managed a smile on her face. She was already nervous and the grand sight of the house had only added to her jittery. "Very well. May I know the name of the person you wish to meet," the guard asked in a composed manner. "Yes. It's Mr. Robert Brown," her smile widened a fraction. The guard couldn't keep himself from smiling at the little lady as he found her smile infectious. "Wait a second, ma'am. I'll call him to let him know about your arrival," his voice had softened and the cold expression on his face had turned to a friendly one. He motioned for her to follow him. "Thank you and please, call me Arabella," she said modestly before following him. She stood outside his quarter as the guard conversed with Mr. Brown through the phone, inside. A minute later, the guard emerged from his small room and gestured for her to follow him. Arabella's hold on her bag tightened. She had never given an interview before. She didn't know how she was going to deal with it. Sister Teresa had assured her that Mr. Brown is a warm person with a good heart and that she will get the job for she is the best suitable person. But still, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Her heart was racing wildly and her hands were sweating despite the cold weather. The guard led her in through a mighty mahogany door. Her eyes bulged out and her lips parted in awe as she explored the insides of the mansion. It was splendid. She followed him into a room that looked like some office, a neat one at that. Her orbs zealously ran over the shining wooden walls and shelves that were stacked with books. The scraping of the chair against the floor broke her inspection. "Make yourself comfortable," the guard pulled the chair for her. She thanked him and slipped into it. "Mr. Brown will be here shortly," He informed her before showing himself out. The room fell in deep silence. Ara utilized the time in admiring the room. Her ears perked up when she heard approaching footsteps. The door swung open and she straightened her stance. She turned her head to see the person and stood to her feet out of courtesy. The man who looked to be in his 60s closed the door and turned around. The man was bald if not counting the bush of hair circling his head. The man didn't have a lean physique but looked rather portly. His protruding belly and chubby face made him look friendlier. And when he flashed Ara a smile, she gathered she would like him. Her nervousness allayed a little. "Good Morning, sir. I am Arabella Garcia. Sister Teresa must have told you about me," she started with a smile "Yes. Yes... sit down," Mr. Brown crossed over to his side of the table. "So, Miss Arabella, sister Teresa told me that you used to help her in her medical duties. Would you mind telling me what you've learned from that so far?" he put his hands on the table and clasped them together. Arabella gulped back her hesitance and managed to string words together. A few more questions and she was selected. Mr. Brown told her about the condition of Angela and how she didn't only need physical aid but emotional too. He asked her if she would be able to do that. Arabella nodded without missing a beat. She knew what she was throwing herself into. She was prepared for it, at least she thought she was. The young woman's determination impressed the older man a lot and he ended up offering her the job. Robert asked her if she wanted to meet Angela. She responded with a smiling nod. The house had a complicated interior. She realized it was going to take her some time to memorize all the turns and corridors. Mr. Brown led her through different alleys and they finally stopped in front of a wooden door. Mr. Brown knocked at the door. A woman in her late 40s opened the door. "Mr. Brown," the woman greeted him and stepped back Mr. Brown entered the room, Arabella hot on his trail. Her eyes scanned the room and halted at a little girl who was sitting in a wheelchair with her face towards the window. She was peering out through the window. Arabella felt a tug at her heart. She didn't need to see her face to feel the gloom that was radiating off of the little girl. "Mrs. Davis, she is Ms. Garcia. the new caretaker of Angela," his voice broke her from her thoughts. "Ms. Garcia, she is Mrs. Davis, the current caretaker of Angela," Both of them shared a polite smile and shook their hand. "Mrs. Davis is leaving next month. You can join from then," Mr. Brown informed her. "You can have a word with Baby Angela if you wish to. She doesn't talk much though," Mr. Brown briefed her with a tinge of despondency. "I would love to," Ara replied graciously. She had a soft spot for kids, in fact, she liked to spend her time more with innocent children than the girls of her age. "Alright, then. We'll be outside," Mr. Brown informed her and started towards the door. Mrs. Davis flashed her a kind smile before following Mr. Brown. Now it was just her and that little angel in the room. She walked over to where she was and kneeled beside her wheelchair. The little girl didn't take notice of her. "What are you watching, little one?" Arabella enthused. The little girl didn't even bother to turn her way, she kept staring out the window. But Ara didn't let it dampen her spirit. She put on her best smile and held her hand out in her direction. "Hi, I am Arabella. What's your name?" she queried cheerfully. The seconds passed by but her question never met with an answer nor did her hand with hers. The little girl was just watching something that was happening outside. Ara followed her line of gaze. She felt disheartened when she realized what she was staring so keenly at. There was a bunch of kids playing football in the garden. Tears pricked Ara's eyes as she turned to look at Angela. She also wanted to go out and play just like every other child. She was too small, too tiny, to fight through life. Why did God have to be this cruel with an angel like her? Not being able to take it anymore, she rose to her feet and started dashing towards the door. Ara dried her eyes and stepped out. Mr. Brown and Mrs. Davis were standing just outside. Whereas Mrs. Davis was standing by the corner, Mr. Brown,'s back was on them as he was talking to someone, more like parroting. "Yes, boss. Okay, boss. yes...Yes, boss...But I think......okay, boss," he disconnected the call and turned to look at the duo. Mrs. Davis walked back into the room whereas Mr. Brown strode over to her. "Now, let's talk about your salary and allowances, Miss. Garcia," Mr. Brown started .......... One Month Later Today was the day she was going to start her new life. A new beginning. An eighteen-year-old taking on the world on her own. The thought sent a shiver of thrill down her spine. The girl had celebrated her 18th birthday last month. It was the birthday she had. The orphanage had given her a surprise party which was both a birthday and farewell party. Everyone got so emotional by the time the party ended. Sister violet and others told her that they were going to miss her. She came across the same guard when she entered through the door. The man nodded and flashed her a friendly smile. She reciprocated with equal enthusiasm. She loved smiling faces. The guard took her luggage and led her into the mansion just like last time. He took her to an unknown woman. She hadn't seen her before. "Mrs. Taylor, this is Ms.Garcia, the new caretaker of baby Angela," he introduced her to the kind-looking lady. Ara felt somewhat at ease in the company of the older lady. She was getting friendly vibes from her. "You look so young. How old are you, little one?" The woman took a step back and asked in a mildly surprised manner. Ara flashed her an awkward smile. She wasn't expecting this to be her first question. "I've just turned 18," she answered sheepishly. Mrs. Taylor nodded. "Taking up such a big responsibility at such a tender age. You do know what this job entails, right?" the lady inquired in a friendly manner. Ara gave her an affirmative nod. " I don't believe in judging someone's capability or maturity on the basis of their age. Mr. Brown has briefed me about my duties and I can't wait to start on. Angela is a lovely girl, I am looking forward to befriending her," Ara answered confidently. The head of housekeeping nodded in approval and regarded her with an impressed look. "I'll show you to your room. And call me Jennifer. Mrs. Taylor makes me feel old," the lady gave her an amiable laugh. "Only if you call me Arabella or just Ara, whichever you like," Ara had started to open up with the older lady. "I'll stick to Ara then," Jennifer turned her gaze to her and grinned. The room she was allotted was right next to Angela's. Ara had never seen a room this beautiful. On TV, yeah, but not in reality. First of all, the room was threefold bigger than her room back in the orphanage. The bed appeared softer than her skin. Some fancy mini light fixtures were decorating both the walls and the ceilings. There was also a cupboard on the most left side and next to that was a door. "Where does this door lead to?" Ara asked confused "Your bathroom," Jennifer looked amused. It was not difficult to figure that the little woman had not been to a well-endowed home before. "Ohh," Ara murmured. She was even given her own bathroom. She had seen it all in films but never thought one day she would get a chance to experience it. "You get fresh. I'll bring something to eat for you," Jennifer spoke from the door. Ara turned towards the old woman. "Please, don't trouble yourself because of me. You tell me the way. I'll get it myself," Ara said humbly. She was used to doing her work by herself. It made her a little uncomfortable letting someone else do her work. "No problem at all, young lady. This mansion is like a labyrinth for newcomers. I am afraid you will lose your way. It's better I get you your food and then I'll give you a tour to the house," Jennifer offered "Sure, I would love that," Ara jumped at the offer. Jennifer closed the door on her way out. Ara decided to explore her new room a little. She walked over to the bed and touched the velvety sheets. She couldn't remember when she had touched something so smooth. It didn't take her long to realize that it was silk. Just how rich the owner of this mansion is? She thought to herself. Her feet carried her towards the cupboard. She opened it and discovered that the wardrobe was too big for her handful of clothes. Then she moved to the bathroom. Her jaw dropped open both in surprise and admiration. Even the bathroom was bigger than her previous room. Her eyes ran over the walls decked with fancy stones, a classy bathtub, glass-made shower room. She was astounded by the beauty of this place. A palace would be a better name. After admiring the room to her heart's content, Ara rinsed her face and stepped outside. Jennifer was already in her room, waiting for her. There was a tray full of delicious food placed on the side table. "I think you have overestimated my appetite. I can't eat this all " Ara voiced out her concern while looking skeptically at food. "It's not much," Ara wanted to say no but she couldn't bring herself to do so. What if she find her rude. So, she reluctantly nodded and grabbed the tray. Jennifer sat beside her. She quickly said her grace before digging into the meal. Jennifer's inquisitive eyes were scanning the meek girl with great interest. Ara had started to feel uncomfortable under her scrutiny. She internally implored her to avert her gaze from her. She started searching for questions in her head to distract the woman from boring holes in her skin. "Who owns this place?" she asked off the top of her head. She breathed in relief when Jennifer's attention averted from her "Killian Serrano. It's his mansion. He doesn't stay here, though. He lives in Spain," A frown perched atop her brows. She couldn't understand how a man can leave their niece all alone in a foreign country. "Why is he not staying with Angela?" her curiosity had now peaked. The man should have been staying with Angela as she needed family supports the most right now. Jennifer's lips tilted into a cryptic smile. "His business is established in Spain,""So he never visits Angela?" She felt pity for the little girl. Ara had spent her whole life without a family and she knew just how important a family is for a growing child. Kids look for protection and love that only a family can provide. " He does, but rarely. Once in six months,""Are they close? Angela and her uncle?""Not really. Mr. Serrano doesn't have much experience in dealing with kids. Angela completely changed after the accident. She doesn't talk much, you would hardly see her smiling. Mr. Serrano attempted a few times to converse with her but to no avail. The girl has completely shut herself out," she explained "What kind of person is Mr. Serrano?" she couldn't help but ask. His name oozed power and authority. She wondered if he matched his name. Jennifer fell silent after listening to her question. " He...umm..you can say he has a reserved personality. He is strict and sometimes can come off as rude. But..but he is a good man," Ara noticed how Jennifer's lips twisted in what looked like distaste when she spoke the last line. "You don't have to worry about him. As I told you he rarely flies over here and when he does, it is usually for a day or max for two. And he likes to keep to himself. Don't come in his way and he wouldn't even notice you," she assured her with a comforting smile. Ara nodded in understanding. "Are you done?" Jennifer was now eyeing her almost empty plate Ara swallowed her bite, "Yes,""Alright, let me show you the mansion then," she rose to her feet and waited for Ara to do the same. Jennifer gave her a tour of the house. There were more than 10 rooms in the mansion and each room was as lavish as her own. They also ran in many mansion's workers during their tour. All of them looked friendly. There was one more room they passed by but Jennifer didn't tell her anything about it. Ara asked her about the room and it is then she revealed that the room belonged to Killian. He would put in here during his stay in London. Nobody was allowed to enter the room. The room was locked and would open only a day prior to his arrival and that too was only for cleaning. "You've seen the whole mansion now. It will take you some time to memorize each part but I guess, now you know where the important parts are, kitchen and stuff," they both entered Ara's room. "Thank you, Jennifer. It's very kind of you to show me around. I am so glad you work here and that we met," she admitted honestly "You are a beautiful soul, child. Don't ever change," Jennifer blurted, taking her by surprise. Color crept up Ara's neck. Compliments always made her feel shy. "Now that you are fully settled. You can start from tomorrow," Jennifer told her. Ara nodded in understanding. "Now, get some rest," with that said, she shut the door. ............................................Killian..................................... "I need all the details by the end of the day," he barked into his phone and disconnected the call. "idiotas," he murmured to himself. Killian wasn't in the best of his moods today. His shipment had disappeared without a trace. What infuriated him more was the incompetence of his men. They all drew blank when he demanded details. This was unacceptable. He opened the door and climbed off his Cadillac. He graciously buttoned his suit jacket and started towards his sister's mansion. His half-sister had this weird habit of organizing luncheons once every month. Sofia was the only person he considered family. Although she was his half-sister, she loved him like her own. Sofia was completely the opposite of Killian both in terms of nature and looks. She was endowed with geniality and a kind heart. She was cute with her hazel eyes and brown curls. The 23-year-old woman was happily married to a doctor and was expecting her first child. Killion loved to visit her but didn't like luncheons where his dad would also be present. He wasn't fond of him, in fact, quite the opposite can be stated. The table was ready, with all the members of the family sitting in their respective seats. His eyes first connected with Matias Serrano, his father. The older man was eyeing him like a hawk. Killian didn't bother to greet him. Beside him was Mia, his father's new wife who was of the same age as Sophia. She flashed him a provocative smile. Killian's gaze dropped to her spilling tits. Most of her boobs were hanging out of her deep-neck dress. The woman leaned forward to give him a better view. Killian gazed up and met her hungry eyes. He smirked his sexy smirk at her before turning to look at his sister. "You came," her voice sounded surprised. She had one hand wrapped around her baby bump. Killian still couldn't understand why his sister was so excited to have a kid. Kids are a nuisance. He had suggested she abort it a number of times but she just wouldn't listen. She placed a hand on his bicep and gave him a heartfelt smile. Killian returned the gesture. "Come, have a seat. We were about to start," she walked him to his chair that was next to Elena. He just noticed Elena. She winked at him. Killian gave no reaction. He settled next to her. Sophia's husband smiled and nodded at him. Even though they were sitting a chair apart, he could easily sense his nervousness. The table had suddenly turned silent after his arrival. Killian was used to that. He just had that kind of aura about him. Except for some foolish girls, who were openly gawking at him, the entire table had their eyes fixed on their food. All of them knew who he was and what he was capable of. Killian constantly felt the sharp gaze of his father on him but he deliberately ignored it. They were in the middle of lunch when he felt Elena's palm on his crotch. She squeezed and started massaging his member through the fabric. Killian didn't object. He felt his erection growing as she groped, stroked, and fondled his manhood. Very soon he was stiff as a pole. Not much communication happened over the table during lunch. If not for Sophia, the whole lunch would have passed in deep silence. The lunch ended. Everyone took to their feet and scurried towards the living area. Killian decided to take his leave. Anything beyond this lunch would give him a headache. As he was standing to his feet, Elena clung to his arm. "Baby, you are hard. Let's get a room and fix this issue," Elena purred in his ear while patting his erection. Killian liked the idea but before he could give his approval his phone rang, snapping him out of his nasty thoughts. Santiago's number flashed on the screen. He strode away from her to answer the call. "Don, we have located the shipment. It wasn't captured. It had strayed from its path due to the storm that happened yesterday," Killian walked into a room and closed the door behind. "How long will it take for it to reach its destination," he queried "dos días como máximo," Santiago answered. (Two days maximum) "Este acuerdo es muy importante. no toleraré ningún error," he said in a firm tone (This deal is very important. I won't tolerate any mistake) "No se preocupe, Don," Santiago assured him. (rest assured) Killian hung up. A pair of dainty arms reached around his waist and worked its way down his hard-on. "Looks like you are already ready," Mia cupped his erection. A breathless moan tore from her throat as she felt up his length. She started rubbing his breasts against his back to ease the ache between her legs. "It's been a long time since we did it. Fuck me, Killian," she kneaded his length with urgent hands before her fingers started to fumble with his belt. Killian stopped her and removed her hands off him. Mia was shocked. The Mafia King turned around and grabbed her jaw. His expression, dark and intimidating. "Nobody tells Killian Serrano what to do," he roughly squeezed his jaw. She whimpered in pain. "You want me to fuck you? Get down on your knees and beg for my cock like a good little slut," he harshly threw her chin away. His nasty words and rough conduct intensified the ache between her thighs. Her insides were bursting with lust. She fell down on her knees and hastily yanked her dress down, revealing her melon-sized boobs to him. "Please, take me, Killian. I am your slave. Do whatever you want to do with me," she clenched her thighs. The need was growing more and more. Killian eyed her, impassively. " Touch your boobs for me," he instructed her as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets and took a step back. Eager to please him, she pinched her pebbled nipples with her nimble index finger and thumb. She twisted one nipple and squeezed her other breast simultaneously. The sensation prompted a moan from her. "Take it in your mouth and suck," he commanded huskily. She promptly shoved her left nipple into her mouth and started sucking on it. He watched her, his cock demanding release from the confinement of his pants. "Unbuckle my pants," he stood rooted to his spot. Mia crawled up to him both on her knees, and hands. She rose to her knees and found his crotch in front of her mouth. She raised her hands to undo his belt when Kilian threw another command. "With your mouth," she looked up at him, confused. He arched his fine brow, daring her to defy him She bent her head and put her mouth on his belt. She, with greater efforts, managed to undo the belts and unbutton his pants. She pulled his pants down followed by his boxers. His cock sprung out instantly. Greed flashed in her big eyes and her face broke into a broad grin. She stuck the tip of her tongue out and traced his narrow slit with it. She brought her tongue to the side of his shaft and licked it all the way to his balls. Her tongue diligently stroked the underside of his length before slithering back up. She widened her mouth into an O and started taking him in, inch by inch. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't take all of him as he was too big. Her head started bobbing up and down as she sucked his hard shaft. He grabbed the sides of his head and made some powerful thrusts into her mouth. Her smothered moans echoed in the room. Killian grabbed her shoulder and forced her up. Saliva dripped down her mouth and her red hair resembled a crow's nest. He shoved her towards the table. Mia bent over it, wiggling her ass at him. He seized her waist and bunched her dress up. His fingers pushed her g-string aside and probed her already dripping pussy. Killian fisted her hair and shoved all the way inside her in a quick motion. She screamed a choking gasp, her knees buckled. He set the pace and pillaged her pussy like a predator ravages his prey. Pushing in, pulling out. His every thrust, an unequivocal declaration of his potent sexuality and robust masculinity. He was a warrior through and through both inside and outside the bed. She whimpered in pain, moaned in pleasure, and gasped in ecstasy. "Oh..my...Oh...shit..yes," she mewled, feeling close to her mind-altering orgasm, as he drilled her pussy from behind. After fifteen minutes of fucking her rigorously, Killian pulled out. She turned around and got down on her knees. He pushed his cock inside her mouth, ejaculating on her tongue. Mia thirstily drank up every drop of his semen. He withdrew and put his length back into his boxers. Even though her skin had turned red from top to bottom due to the rigorous exercise they just did, Mia was glowing with satisfaction. Her lipstick had smeared, her dress disheveled, her hair messy. She was eyeing Killian as if he was some sort of god. Sex god. "I had almost forgotten just how good you are. We should..we should do it again sometime," she suggested hopefully and seductively, not wanting to irk him. He gave her a bored look before going back to the task of tying his belt. Her smile dropped instantly. She felt dejected. "Well....Just so you know..You can call me whenever you need a release. I would love to help you," she added. Her desire for him was simmering beneath her skin. Killian raised his hand and grabbed her nipple. Mia sucked in a breath. Her anticipation rose. He rotated her bud between his fingers. Mia whimpered when he applied too much pressure. He tugged at her nipple, forcing her to step forward. "Your pussy is too loose for my liking," he stated plainly before letting go of her nipple. He smirked as her expression crumbled. He fucking loved crushing people's hope. Without sparing another glance at her, he sashayed out the room, leaving a wanton behind.

Chapter 4 Fate Being The Cupid

The mansion was already awake when she woke up at 8. She winced when she saw the time. Hastily, she climbed off the bed and rushed out towards Angela’s room. She was supposed to wake up Angela at 7 and help her with her morning ablution. She inwardly cursed herself for being so careless. It was her first day and she was already failing. She was used to waking up at 6 and helping the gardener tending to the garden back in the orphanage. She wondered if the old man missed him. Ara shoved the door to Angela’s room open and met with absolute silence. Angela was nowhere in the room. She called her but no reply came, not that she had expected. Perhaps, she was already awake. She was so going to get fired on her first day. Ara hurried towards the kitchen to check if Angela was there. And to her relief, Angela was indeed there, sitting behind the table and eating her breakfast. She was turning away from the kitchen when Jennifer spotted her. “Ara,” Jenna called her, making her stop in her tracks. She turned to her and flashed her a nervous smile. She must really be thinking of her as reckless, she thought to herself. “ Where are you going? Have your breakfast,” she called from the kitchen. Angela peeked at her from under her eyelashes. When Ara met her eyes, she quickly turned her gaze back on her plate. “Can I take my shower first?” Ara tentatively asked Jenna. “Oh dear, you don’t need to ask me or take my permission for anything. I am not your boss. Do whatever you want,” she divulged in a kinder tone. She realized Ara was too naive and gullible to survive in this manipulative society. Ara smiled and turned to go back to her room. She came back to the kitchen after taking her bath. Angela had left for her classes but Jennifer was still in the kitchen and she wasn’t alone. Ara’s steps faltered when she heard some weird muffled noises. She walked in to find out what it was. The girl regretted immediately the moment her eyes beheld the sight. Jennifer was sitting on the kitchen counter, kissing some guy who was standing between her legs. Ara promptly averted her gaze. Her feet froze and her cheeks burned with deep embarrassment. ‘Ara?” Jennifer had already spotted her. “Sorry for interrupting. I am leaving, you continue,” she blabbered, turning to her heels. “No. Stay,” Jenna slid off the counter. The man turned around and that is when she got another surprise. Mr. Brown. She pecked his lips before the man strolled out of the kitchen, flashing a smile at Ara. “I..I am sorry. I shouldn’t have..”“That’s fine,” she waved her hand dismissively. " Sit, have breakfast," she said She slid the tray over to her. "I lost my husband two years ago in an accident. Thought would never find love again. I am done for. But Robert proved me wrong. He came as a fresh breath of life," a smile floating across her lips. Ara's own lips stretched into a smile. "We are soon going to make it official but till then he said, we would have to do with our sneaky romance and hushed kisses," she said. Ara’s cheeks were still blushing red. Her reaction amused and intrigued Jenna. “Have you ever been kissed, Ara?” she popped the question. Ara looked up at her. Her cheeks had turned scarlet now. “Have you ever been kissed?” she asked again, enjoying her flustered state. She briskly shook her head, blushing even more. Ara had spent her entire life in the confinement of her orphanage which was only for females. She didn’t know any male except for the gardener, Sister Violet’s secretary, and a few other staff members. “Never?” Jenna found it difficult to believe. Girls of her age are usually experts in this stuff. “ Why?” she urged on “Sister Violet used to say that a girl should be intimate only with her husband, who is your one true soulmate. It’s a sin to kiss other boys,” she explained, lucidly. Jenna nodded, comprehendingly. “So you are saying you will kiss only your husband, who also happens to be your soulmate?” she asked. Ara nodded. She was finding the conversation awkward. “And how would you know, let's say, an X person is your soulmate?” she asked not curious but amused by her immature view on life. “God has plans for all of us. He will tell me in his own ways,” she shrugged and replied. “Naive..naive girl,” Jenna shook her head and muttered under her breath. Ara couldn’t catch what she said but she was glad that the awkward conversation was finally over. …. Angela was playing with her dolls when Ara got into her room to have a chat with her. Angela was busy making her own scenarios to be able to sense her presence. Her blond pigtail swinging with each shake of her head. She was sitting in her wheelchair while talking to her dolls. Ara sat quietly on the edge of her bed and that is when the little girl noticed a foreign presence in her room. She gazed up at her before looking away immediately. She stopped playing. Ara decided to take things in her hand and initiate the conversation. “This doll is so beautiful,” Ara picked one of the dolls. Angela didn’t say anything “She has beautiful hair just like yours. What do you call her?” Angela didn’t respond “Alright, it seems you haven’t given her a name. Let’s call her brownie then,” she suggested while combing through her brown hair “Ewww, that’s a horrible name,” Angela scrunched her tiny face in distaste. “Really? I thought this will suit her,” she feigned surprise “No, her name is Anna,” she revealed “Anna. It’s such a pretty name,” Ara smiled down at her. For the first time, Angela’s lips stretched into a childish smile. “Anna is my favorite after Kisto ,” Angela’s eyes twinkled. She grabbed another doll and shoved it in front of Ara’s face. “He is Kisto. Anna’s boyfwiend,” she explained usually. Ara eyed her incredulously. The little girl knew a lot. “She is looking for Elsa. Kisto is helping her in finding her,”“Who is Elsa?” Ata asked confused “You don’t know?” the little girl asked, surprised. Ara shook her head “You haven’t seen Foezen?”“No,” she shook her head again. “Then how would you know? Elsa is Anna’s sister,” Angela rolled her eyes as if talking to a kid. Ara hummed in understanding. “It sounds interesting. Why don’t you tell me more about Elsa, Anna, and Kisto guy?” she arched her brows in anticipation. “You want to know,” Angela asked excitedly. “Yes, princess,” Angela blushed at the nickname she gave her. Ara burst into a fit of laughter after seeing her blush pink. She was a cutie. …………. The whole press was crowded outside when Killian and Elena came out of the building. The crowd stirred instantly and journalists started vying for their attention. His company had recently ventured into the fashion industry and tonight was the first night of the fashion week that his company had organized. Elena had walked the ramp and Killian was there to cheer his “fiancee.” His advisers believed it would be good publicity. “Sir, when are you two getting married?” one of the journalists asked “You’ll find out when the date will be fixed,” he answered dryly. He didn’t want to talk about marriage. “Very soon,” Elena chimed in. She had put on her dazzling smile. “What do you have to say about the new flight that your company has taken?” someone asked. Killian was pleased by the question. “Serrano Group strives for excellence. My company has been successful in all the ventures it took. I am confident that the fashion industry is going to be added into our list of conquests very soon. People have already started….” he halted when he felt a hand rubbing his arm. He turned his head towards Elena who was looking at the press smiling smugly while clinging to him. Irritation flared inside him. “What are you doing? Get your hand off me,” he stated rudely without caring that the whole media was watching them. Elena was taken aback by his statement and so was others. She looked over at him in disbelief. He arched his brows in question. She removed her hand as embarrassment coated her face. But she was quick to recover. Her old dazzling smile crept back into her lips, this time it was forced. …………… 2 months later “Put the white rose in the middle. Yes, just like that,” she was helping Angela in making a flower bouquet. Today was Sunday and they were preparing to visit the church. It had become a routine. Every Sunday they would visit the nearby church and offer their prayers along with the flowers. Ara’s bond with Angela had only consolidated over the months. Everybody noticed the positive changes that Ara had brought in Angela. The little girl had started to open up and smile often. Angela had become her shadow, always following her around. Jennifer and others had even started teasing that Angela was now turning into a mini version of Ara. However, there was one big difference between them whereas Ara was meek by nature, Angela had her mischievous streak a mile wide. She loved to pull pranks on staff. Her favorite being Mr. Brown, from drawing a face on his bald head while he is sleeping to feeding him salty cookies, she never missed an opportunity. “Ary, which is your favorite flower?” Angela asked while wrapping a string around the flowers. “My favorite flower is a white rose,” she replied while knotting her own bouquet of flowers. “Why?” Angela’s tiny brows wrinkled as she glanced up at her. “ Because it brings a sense of serenity to me,” she replied “Swenity?” Angela’s brows crumbled further. She laughed softly at her adoring innocence. “Do you know what white rose signifies, Princess?” Angela took no time in shaking her head in no. “It signifies peace and hope, the purity of soul,” she playfully flicked her nose. Angela rubbed her nose. “What is your favorite flower?” she asked Angela gave her a sheepish grin and answered, “White rose.” Ara laughed at her reply. ………… “Don, we have found their location,”“Que?” He pressed the phone tightly to his ear but was not able to listen properly due to the constant screaming of the man who was bound behind his back. He strode further away to listen clearly but the bastardo wasn’t quitting. He ignored the noise quite a few times. “déjame ir, Por favor,” the blood-soaked man screamed again frantically, desperately tugging at his bounds. (Let me Go) “que dolor en el culo,” he cursed under his breath, irked. Kilian raised the gun and pulled the trigger without looking in the man’s direction. The fire shot through the man’s heart, silencing him for good. (What a pain in the ass) “Now, speak,” he commanded when the warehouse became dead silent. “We have found the location of the men who had attacked Sebastian,”“Where?” he fished out a cigarette from his pocket, shoved it between his lips. Taking out the lighter from his pants pocket, he lit the cigarette. “They were seen in London yesterday,” He took a long drag on his cigarette “My men are trying to locate their current position. They have been cooped up in a hotel,” he explained. Killian puffed out smoke along with a sigh.. “How long will they take to locate those fuckers?” he asked, irritated. He expects nothing less than perfection from his men. “Not long, boss. Just a few hours. What are your orders for us ?” the man asked. Killian blew out the smoke. “Don’t touch them. They are mine to deal with,” a menacing glint flashed in his eyes. The hunger for revenge flared up with full force inside him. “I am coming to London tomorrow,” he added. “Very well, boss,” the man said. Killian disconnected the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He exited the warehouse, not caring about the body that laid behind him. He took another long drag staring off into space. Time to collect the payment, he thought to himself before his lips tilted into a diabolical smirk.

Chapter 5 Pure Evil

Shere, England Ara had not expected that she would get this close to Angela and others in such a short span of time. She was coming back to the mansion from her orphanage. Today was her day off so she had left for the orphanage the previous evening only. She was missing her former home immensely. The mansion was already asleep by the time she came back. It was 12.30 in the evening. She had gotten late tonight. Ara quietly got into the unilluminated mansion and padded towards her room. She sensed something off. The air of the mansion felt different, colder. Not giving it much thought, she went to her room. Ara changed into her pajama and shirt. The trip had made her hungry. She decided to get something to eat from the kitchen. She bothered not to turn on the light as she now knew every inch of the mansion. Her eyes bulged out when she opened the refrigerator and saw a variety of mouth-watering food tucked inside it. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was some festival or something. Her tongue flicked out and slithered over her lips. Pleased with the view, she grabbed a bowl and filled it with white sauce pasta. She slid into the bar tool and started gobbling it up. Once her belly was full and packed, she washed the bowl and decided to go back to her room. She was on her way to her room when she heard a noise, making her stop in her tracks. She stood rooted to her spots, wondering if she actually heard something. Her doubts were dispelled when she heard the same noise a second later. Perhaps, Jenna is looking for something, she thought to herself. She decided to see her. The lights in the living area were off. Her heart hammered against her heart when she spotted the figure standing above the TV shelf, rummaging through drawers. It didn’t take her a second to realize that this mountain of a man was not Jenna. In fact, he wasn’t anyone she knew because she didn’t know anyone so huge. His silhouette was giant and frightening. A burglar. Her mind screamed. Her instincts kicked into gear. She had to think on her feet. Catch him off guard, Strike him, injure him and then scream bloody. Yes. She anxiously scanned her surroundings for any tool. A vase was kept on the table. She grabbed the vase, mindful of not making a noise. The burglar was still busy cursing under his breath and rooting through the drawers. What is he looking for? Does he really think he can find gold and diamond on a living area shelf? He appeared foolish to her. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be difficult to bring him down. She, with hushed steps, sneaked up behind him. With shaking hands, she swung the vase behind her shoulder. The burglar’s muscly body tensed up as if he had sensed her presence. But before he could turn around, she hit him with as much force as she could muster. Due to their huge height difference, the vase only managed to reach his shoulder. “What the Fuck,” the thief bent and hissed in pain. His voice, harsh and daunting. A shiver of dread ran down her spine. Her legs started trembling with fear. She couldn’t sense but his dangerous aura was intimidating her to no end. She raised the vase again and swung it towards him, this time targeting his head but the man grabbed her wrist in the mid-way, crushing her plan. His hold was firm and unrelenting. Her heartbeat started jackhammering against her heart and her hand started shaking. He was going to kill her. She attempted at releasing her hand from his death grip but the man wasn’t letting up. She was stunned with fear. He squeezed her wrist tightly. She whimpered as she felt a sharp pain, she felt her bone would crumble into powder. Her hold on the vase weakened and it fell from her hand, giving way to a loud crashing sound. The burglar raised his hand and flashed his phone’s flashlight on her. Ara brought her free hand up to shield her eyes from the sharp light. The burglar didn’t bother to remove the light even after sensing her discomfort. He stepped closer, she stepped back. “Who are you?” a deep and sonorous voice rumbled. The voice with a strong accent. Goosebumps popped all over her body. She also sensed a tinge of agitation in his measured tone. Ara didn’t reply. Tears burst forth and her lips trembled. She just wanted to get out of here. “Leave me,” she croaked out. Her voice, so low that she doubted if he heard her. The man stood like a statue. “Who are you?” his voice demanded in a menacing tone. Dread twisted in her gut and a drop of tear slipped down her wide eyes. She couldn’t get words out of her mouth. He took her silence as disobedience. He stepped forward, exerted more pressure around her already aching wrist. She flinched and struggled to pry his hand off her. But this man had a hold of steel. Before she could say anything else, the room flooded with light. Not being able to take so much light at once, she squeezed her eyes shut. She heard familiar footsteps approaching her. Hope flickered inside her. She removed her arm from her eyes and dared to look up into the eyes of the intruder. A pair of green-grey beady eyes were staring at her with the intention of skinning her alive. His jaws were tense and his ice-cold eyes were reflecting rage, his insides were bursting with, in that moment. Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an unholy trinity tattooed on the inside of his forearm. Her eyes trailed to his torso that resembled a block of bricks and had a good share of strange tattoos on them. And then she felt even more embarrassed when she saw his pajama that was hanging dangerously low around his hips. “What just happened here?” she snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Jenna who sounded both surprised and confused. “Who the fuck is she?” the man gritted out through his teeth. “Mr. Serrano, she..Oh lord, she is the new caretaker of Baby Angela. I don’t know what has happened here but trust me she meant no harm. She wasn’t aware of your arrival? She must have mistaken you for a thief,” Jenna blabbered nervously Ara’s mouth dried and throat clogged. Did she hear Mr. Serrano? Her dewy eyes widened both in fear and shock. The remaining courage she had, left her at the mention of his name. She shifted her wide eyes over to Jenna who was looking at her with a sorry expression. Oh lord. He shot her hand away and turned to Jenna. “I want her out tomorrow morning,” he ordered sternly. Ara’s heart shattered into pieces. More tears brimmed her eyes. No, she can’t lose this job. She was tempted to fall to her knees and apologize but at the same time, she was afraid of his attention. “But sir..she,”“Tomorrow,” he interrupted in finality. His voice held a threatening tone. Jenna’s shoulder slumped in defeat and she nodded in acceptance. “Now get me some fucking Advil,” he spat annoyed before striding away, towards his room, without sparing a single glance at appalled Ara. Ara noticed the digit “666,” tattooed on the back of his neck through her blurred vision as he swaggered towards his room without a care in the world. This man is pure evil, she thought to herself. She wept the night away in her bedroom. She had nowhere else to go now. How would she go back to the orphanage and face Sister Teresa? She had recommended her because she had faith in her. How disappointed would she be? Besides, they had already allotted her room to someone else. Why she had to be so stupid. She cursed herself for being so dumb then took to praying to God, begging him to do some miracle and change his mind. She knew she was going to miss everyone here. Angela, Jenna, Mr. Brown, all of them had become a family to her in such a short span of time. Her heart sank to her stomach when the sun rose on the horizon. This was her last day in the house. She reluctantly packed her handful of clothes in her bag. She was packing when a knock interrupted her. Not a moment later, Jenna’s head peeked in. She was also wearing a sorrowful expression. The older woman stepped inside. Ara attempted at a bright smile but that came out as weak and fake. “You done?” Jenna initiated the conversation. “Yeah. Almost,” Ara’s shifted his gaze to her bag before fixing it on Jenna. An awkward silence filled the air. “Listen, Ary, I am extremely sorry for whatever is happening. You don’t deserve it. You are a very sweet girl and the best at your job. I had never seen Angela this happy. I wish I could do something to make it stop. But Mr. Serrano is a bull-headed man. He doesn’t listen to anyone, especially if the “anyone” is one of us. According to him, people like us who don't have status and money, also lack in intellect,” she snorted indignantly. It was evident that she had no love lost for her employee. “But you don’t lose hope. You are a very talented girl. I am sure you’ll get another job in a matter of days,” Jenna smiled kindly at her. Ara nodded and returned her smile, despite feeling a burning sensation in her heart. “Give me fifteen minutes, I’ll get you your breakfast,” she told her. Ara shook her head but the woman was already out the door. She left the mansion after finishing her breakfast. It was 7 in the morning and the mansion was still asleep. She left without meeting Angela. She knew she wouldn’t be able to leave if she would ask her to stay. That would be even more difficult. Mr. Brown was standing by the main door of the mansion, waiting for her. He also looked sad. Jenna had told him everything last night. “Good Morning, Mr. Brown. You woke up early today,” Ara greeted him with a smile. She wrapped her arms around herself, instantly missing the warmth of the mansion. The weather felt colder than usual. Maybe because it was still early in the morning. “Good Morning,” he tried to smile but he couldn’t. Both of them regressed into silence, not knowing what to say next. This was an awkward moment. Mr. Brown broke the silence by clearing his throat. “I’ll drop you,”. A genuine smile graced her lips. These people are so nice. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Brown. But I don’t want to trouble you. I’ll walk to the station,” she replied. “Nonsense. I’ll drop you to the station,” he dismissed her with a wave of the hand. She had a wide smile on her face now. She loved when people cared for her. She followed him with her bag in her hand. Jenna was still standing at the door watching her leave. Ara turned her head to catch the last sight of her. Jenna flashed a rueful smile and waved at her. Ara didn’t like the fact that she was blaming herself for the situation. She lifted her hand and put it in front of her lips, gesturing to her to smile. A real smile cracked on Jenna’s lips. Ara’s lips widened and she nodded in approval before waving her bye. She turned around instantly and a tear dropped down her eyes in time. She was an emotional person. Very emotional. She wiped her eyes and fell in steps behind Mr. Brown. She sat in the front alongside Mr. Brown as he kicked the car into motion. She leaned her head against the window glass and watched the world rushing by. She was still not sure what she was going to do with her life now. The fact that she got fired from her first job had managed to damage her already shaky confidence. “We are here,” Mr. Brown’s voice pulled her out of her troublesome thoughts. Her eyes took in the same bus stop she had got down on yesterday. She turned to Mr. Brown. “Thank you, Mr. Brown. I appreciate it,” she showed her gratitude with her charming smile. This time Robert reciprocated but with a sad smile. “We are sorry, child,” he confessed. “Please, don’t be. It wasn’t in your hand. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have acted on impulse. I hit him with the vase. That must have hurt a lot. Although he didn’t show any sign,” she muttered the last sentence to herself. She had hit him hard. “No. It wasn’t your fault. You did what was expected of you. Mr. Serrano overreacted,” he stated. “That doesn’t matter now. He is the boss. He can do whatever he wants. But now you cheer up. It’s not that I am dying or something. Don’t worry I’ll call and visit you all. After he leaves, of course,” she added hesitantly. Mr. Robert smiled and gave her a warm smile. “We will wait,” he replied “Good. Now, cheer up and see me off with a wide smile. His smile widened a fraction. She got off the car and leaned in front of the car’s window. “I’ll miss you all and tell Angela, I love her,” her voice thickened with emotions. “We’ll miss you too and I'll relay your message,” he admitted. Ara nodded. She felt tears invading her eyes. She didn’t want him to see it so she bid goodbye in hurry and turned her back on him as she started towards the bus stand. She heard his car speeding away. What will she do now? Ara perched on the bench and started waiting for the bus. After half an hour later, a bus came but she didn’t get on it. She just couldn’t. She didn’t want to see the disappointment in Sister Teresa’s eyes and most importantly she didn’t want to be a burden on the orphanage. If only she had saved some money for herself. She could have afforded a night stay at a cheap motel at least. The thing is she had donated a large part of her earnings to the orphanage as she thought she wouldn’t need them anytime soon, guess she got ahead of herself. Just when she thought her life was getting on track. She took a sigh and leaned back her head on the wall. 7 hours flew by, many passengers came and left but she couldn’t gather enough courage to get on the bus. She squeezed her eyes, “I need your guidance, Lord. Help me, God. Help me. Please, help me,” she murmured desperately to herself. “Ary,” her eyes peeled open at the joyous squeal. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Angela before her. The little girl was grinning ear to ear. Her eyes alight with glee. She shot to her feet and ran up to her. Ary got down on her knees, put her hand on the hand bar of her wheelchair and eyed her with a frown between her brows. “What are you doing here, Angel?” she asked concerned “I brought her here. She had refused to eat or even drink after you left,” She snapped her head up and saw Mr. Brown standing behind Angela’s chair. “Ohhh,” she said. A soft smile graced her lips. “Were you missing me?” she teased the girl playfully as she pinched her nose. “It is clear now that I love you more than you love me, Ary. I came to see you but you didn’t,” she said with what she believed was a fierce glare. Ara’s heart sank. She wrapped her arms around Angela and placed her chin on the top of her head. “It’s not that, sweety. I love you more than you can imagine. I wouldn't have been able to leave if I had met you,” she admitted. She pulled away and cradled her chubby cheeks. “But now you should leave. It’s getting dark. I’ll call you,” she smoothed her stray hair “No. You are coming with me,” Her lower lip stuck out slightly “I can’t, little one. I promise I’ll come to visit you but now you’ll have to go back home,” she said gently “No. I said you are coming with me and that’s final,” the little girl shouted in finality. Ara sighed, and directed a “help me” look at Mr. Brown, who was watching the exchange with amusement in his eyes. “Don’t you know Ary, It’s bad to break an angel’s heart. Especially when an angel is as cute as her,” he said. Ary’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Mr. Brown you shouldn’t say….”“Mr. Serrano wants you to come back and rejoin your duty,” he cut her short. Ary’s eyes popped out in surprise. “What?”“You heard it right, dear,” he answered. She stayed silent for a moment. “How?” The man was fuming mad at her yesterday. “ This little angel of yours threw a hell lot of tantrums today. He eventually agreed to take you back,” he explained. Her heart bloomed with joy. She still had a job and she could still stay with Angela, Jenna, and Mr. Brown. She looked at Angela with a surprised expression. The girl was smiling smugly. She knew what she had done. “Thank you, little one,” she said before hugging her. Tears moistened the corner of her eyes. “Let’s go back home. I am hungry,” Angela whined and jumped impatiently in her chair. Ary chuckled and nodded.