Mom! you know, you really do not have to watch me pack my bags, I'm an adult and I'm not ready to forget anything and please stop crying, I'm going to be fine.
Rosie said helplessly as her mom continue crying.
I think it's me being grown up and making a very great decision for myself so please stop crying. She added, trying to convince her mum to stop crying.
How can I not cry? My little baby is leaving me and I don't even know how to feel.
Mum! can you just stop being dramatic you, have your husband and my little brother, so you'll be fine.
About that, if you say so... I know you're going to have lots of friends that you would want to have a whole lot of fun with but I want you to not forget us. Rosie's mum added as she wiped her tears.
You know that's not possible mum. There is nobody compared to you guys in this life.
That's okay but I want you to make friends, be good and also experience your life, don't hold back , what ever it is that you want to do, make sure you do all and also you can have a boyfriend,if you find a nice person, you have to be careful right?
I know, thank you Mom. Right now I do want to pack and I really do not want to get distracted because you are distracting me.
okay fine I'll leave you to it.
With that Rosie's mum let her to packing her stuffs.
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Ple...please sir, spare my life. I promise to pay up, I wasn't trying to run, I really am trying please..... Tears rolled down the hazard looking man's eye.
How pitiful? I am really not that generous, but I gave you more than enough grace, but here you are telling stories.
I promise to pay King. I was scammed and I lost every single penny I had on me, please. He begged with desperation knowing what's like messing with THE KING.
King smiled as he only heard excuses from him. That's okay because he really love seeing people like this, so he can inflict more pain on them.
Tell me how you want to die, but make it painful or else I will have to choose for you.
King asked as he stared at the pleading man, looking like the lord of death sent from hell.
Please sir, give me grace, I promise to pay, please for the sake of my family.
Heh heh... King Chuckled.
Family. You know why I hate the word family?
He paused, scanning his reaction whilst exuding this deadly and intimidating aura.
Because everybody uses it as an excuse, wanting to gain useless pity with that. Speaking about family, why don't we do a check. King smiled as he turned to Kairo, his most trusted man.
Kairo, why don't you get me his family information. King instructed.
Sure, be right back.
Please ..my family has nothing to do with it?
Really? King asked with a devilish smirk on his face. I thought you wanted pity for the sake of your family? Stupid humans. King said as Kairo handed him the document.
Let's see what your family is made up of.
Ooooff.. a wife, daughter, son and a mistress, interesting.
I will let you go. King said as he stood up from his chair.
Really? He asked with so much disbelief and surprise.
Are questioning me?
No, no, no. The man answered hurriedly.
I am a man of my word, I don't lie. But every thing comes with a price.
Squatting to his level, he lifted his chin, so he can look at him. And the price is your daughter.
Shocked beyond comprehension, he fell to the floor before getting to process what has been said.
No, no, no. Kill me, I am ready to die, spare my daughter, please.
Hehe hehe.. King laughed devilishly.
Humans are ungrateful, you wanted to be spared without giving anything in return, that's greed, right?
I will give you twenty hours to deliver her yourself or I will do it my way, she will pay off your debts depending on her abilities. She's officially sold to me ,see you.
Don't do this to me please.
Seeing him walking off, he immediately grabbed his leg.
Please King.
King stopped and looked down to seeing him hold him.
King brought out his gun and shot his hand.
I hate when humans touch me. With that he walked off.
Leaving the man with screams and pains.
He walked like a shadow carved from stone, tall, broad-shouldered, and built with the kind of strength that wasn't born in a gym but forged in blood and power. His jet-black hair was swept back in deliberate disarray, a style that spoke of effortless confidence rather than vanity.
Under the low light, the strands gleamed like midnight silk, framing a face sculpted with sharp, merciless lines, a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and the faint shadow of stubble that hinted at danger and masculinity.
His eyes were the kind that stopped you mid-breath — cold, steel-gray with flecks of silver, holding a glint that was both hypnotic and lethal. When they locked on you, it was as though the rest of the world blurred, leaving only that piercing gaze that could strip you bare.
A faint scar traced the corner of his left brow, not enough to mar his beauty, but enough to whisper of violent stories left untold. His lips, full yet firm, rarely curved into a smile — and when they did, it was never harmless.
Every step he took was measured, predatory, the quiet confidence of a man who owned every room he walked into — and could destroy it just as easily
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