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《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON ONE
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Eighteen
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An hour later and everyone was now settled in the living room to discuss the matter. Another argument almost started because Wolfgang wanted Ryat to sit next to his ‘soon-to-be Wife’ but he of course refused and sat next his friends instead. Meira was sitting with her mother in a loveseat, Theodore in his own chair and Yulia next to her father.
“This is Mikhael Yevgenviyovich Vasiliev and he is a member of the inner-city gang known as the The Wolvez. He and I were friends back in the day, we both made a deal that one of our children would get married. Then I faced some financial struggles and borrowed money from him, we had a falling out afterward. The deal…still stands. I had already signed the contract. Ryat is supposed to marry his daughter, young madam Yulia,” Theo explained with his head held down low.
There was no response. Not even the chirp od a bird–everyone sat in awkward silence.
Meira looked at Yulia, she was proudly smiling with her hat downward hiding most of her face, then she casted a glance to Ryat. He sat with clenched jaws, folded arms, and one leg bouncing in irritated anger. She didn’t know why–nor could she explain it–but she felt as if someone had stabbed into her heart with the horn of a Rhino. The pain was so overwhelming she felt like crying and almost burst into tears, but she held her composure. A deal is a deal. Okay, maybe her big brother was getting married, that had nothing to do with her–besides, he h@tëd her anyway. But she could not, no matter how hard she tried, shake the feeling of just getting her heartbroken.
”Marquez, tell Belinda to bring me a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet,” Syahla said to the family butler.
He nodded and disappeared into the hall that lead to the kitchen, delivered the message and returned. Shortly after Belinda was walking out with a tray that held the wine bottle and a glass. Her stomach was slightly bulging, and everyone who looked at her noticed. She had been gaining some weight too, her maid uniform had sucked onto her body a little more than usual.
“Here,” she placed it on the table and was about turning when Nora–the head maid–called her from across the living room. Belinda began walking to her, when she passed by a table she accidentally bumped into it and a vase was knocked over. “Ouch! Oh no!” the water spilled from it and splashed onto Yulia currently putting face powder on. Unfortunately, splatters of water caught her face, her cleavage and most of her exposed skin.
“Oh my,” Syahla said sarcastically, giggling at the incident.
Yulia, who had her mouth with open and eyes bulged, looked in her direction with aggravation beyond words–but Syahla wasn’t who her irateness was pointed to, it was at the retarded maid who did this. She held the tip of her hat and took it off, standing up to her full height of five feet five inches. The young lady looked down at herself again and dropped her makeup kit, then spun her head towards Belinda’s.
“You frivolous harlot! Look what you’ve done? Do you have any idea how much money I paid for this suit in order to fly across the country to look for my fiancé and you’ve just ruined it?” she raised her hand and landed a thunderous slap on Bella’s cheek. “How dare you do such a thing you insignificant animal!” she slapped Belinda on the other cheek, this time she stumbled back, nearly tripping herself and falling but she kept her balance.
“That’s it,” Meira had seen enough. She got up from her seat, marched straight to Yulia, grabbed her by the arm and turned her around then slapped her on the cheek. “You want to class someone as an insignificant when you’re literally an albino mosquito? Look at your skin how pale it is I bet if the sun shines on you too long the rays will go through you like a magnifying glass and set everything on fire. Don’t you ever put your filthy hand on MY cousin again. She’s a pregnant woman and I swear to God if she loses that baby because of you I’ll dissect your *ss like a Füçking lab rat then roast your remains better than my mom roasts sweet potatoes and feed you to the Polar Bears hungry in Antarctica.
“Learn how to match your face concealer with your neck before you put your hand on someone you didn’t give birth to. Try that again and I’ll beat you the Füçk up like a Füçking punching bag,” Meira ended her statement and everyone’s mouth touched the floor.
“Daaaaaaaamn!” Venom and Neon looked each other. “Oooooh, that’s gotta hurt. Get her Snow!” the boys high-fived.
Ryat didn’t say anything, or held an expression on his face, but he thought one thing, “???? ??? ???.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! God, yes! This is exactly how I raised you! That’s what I’m talking about!” Syahla was proudly on her feet cheering for her daughter.
Meira didn’t find anything funny, neither did Bandit who was holding a crying Bella in his arms.
Yulia was holding her burning cheek, she tasted something metallic and disgusting in her mouth. She had grew up entitled and spoiled, for her first birthday she was given a yacht and three mansions. She’s used to being feared and looked up at, no one–and she means no one–had ever dared to lay a finger on her. Then there was this girl who just smacked her talking ability to Canada–it took moments for her brain to begin reworking and process the fact that she’d just been hit, and disrespected before her future husband. That wasn’t even a slap, it was a violation.
“D-dad…” she turned, now starting to cry. “Father, she just hit me. How dare she?”
Wolfgang–who was secretly staring at Meira–as he smoked a big brown tobacco cigar turned to look at Yulia without moving his head. “Sit down.”
“Father? But she just laid a hand on me she–”
“I said sit down!” he yelled at her, his voice was rough and scary.
Yulia didn’t waste anytime in returning to her seat, still holding her swollen cheek. That girl had heavy hands for someone who looks soft and meek.
“Snow, I’ll take her away from here. She needs to cool down,” Bandit gently stroked Bella’s head, his eyes spewing lava at the stuck-up brat that had the audacity to hit a woman carrying a literal child. “Bella, come with me,” he let go and shrugged his jacket off, he threw it around her shoulders then scooped her into his arms. He looked at his boys to signal to them that he’d be leaving then carried a sobbing Belinda out.
“Who is this young lady and why did she put her hand on my daughter?” Wolfgang crossed his legs, his intimidating eyes sweeping the room.
“That’s my stepdaughter. She didn’t mean to do anything I apologize on her behalf,” Theodore smiled nervously at the dangerous man sitting in his presence.
“No I’m not. Bella’s pregnant!” Meira defended herself fearlessly.
“That clumsy idiot spilt water on my child. She has the right to be angry and react that way. She did not impregnate the maid and is not supposed to care about her or her child,” Wolfgang stood up. “Due to the fact that you are now my daughter-in-law I’ll let it slide this once, but if you ever–” he stepped closer to Meira, now standing over her as he smoked. He removed his cigar to finish his words but noticed Syahla looking behind him, Wolfgang paused with the cigar between his middle finger and index then turned to look over his shoulder.
Ryat stood there cracking his knuckles, his menacingly cold eyes glued stuck on the man. Next to him, Neon was turning his neck and rolling his shoulders back–his expression was a calm one but even a blind person could see the inferno flames burning in his eyes. Venom was also on his feet, he wasn’t doing or saying anything, he just glowered at viciously at the him. The boys looked like a pack of wolves waiting on him to turn his back on them so they could pounce and rip his limbs and face apart–the icy aura surrounding them made the man furrow his brows. Wolfgang was certainly not worried about a bunch of youngsters, he was a respected man amongst the inner-city gangsters and could get the entire household killed within a snap–but their raw fierceness intrigued him.
“You were saying?” Meira’s voice called back his attention.
The remaining three members of the Bloodlust Bastards walked around the man–as he’d predicated–and circled him. They were now deadly close, their eyes unmoving–daring him to lay a hand on Snow with their gazes.
“Nevermind dear,” he reached to pat Meira on the shoulder but Ryat dropped his arms and clenched his fists the moment he raised his hand, so did Venom and Neon. “Protective, are we? I like that.”
Wolfgang retreated to his seat and sat down, crossing his legs and taking a draw from his cigar made oaf tobacco leaves wrapped together tightly. He looked at the item in his hand, then his lips curled into a sly, amused smile. “Theodore, my old friend. I made the right decision by making the deal with you. This boy right here–” he pointed at Ryat, “–would make a perfect husband. The sheer ruthlessness in his eyes and the way he moves is absolutely admirable and prasie-worthy. I have found the perfect son-in-law. He would even make a great underboss or hitman as well.”
“I’m not marrying your Füçking daughter,” Ryat was shaking from the anger he was bottling.
“Oh, but you will. That’s not for you or anyone to decide. What I say goes; and I say you will be at the alter when I walk her to meet you,” he outed the cigar in a glass tray nearby. “I have already made arrangements to stay for the rest of the week. Now, if you will excuse me, I will go shower and look through my book of Unpaid Debts to cross Theodore Hamilton’s name off of it,” he began walking off but stopped midway to spin on his heels and look at Theodore. “By the way, your stepdaughter is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen before in my entire life. Her beauty took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on her.”
“Huh? Dad! What about me?” Yulia stood up, still holding her cheek.
“I thought mosquitoes couldn’t talk,” Neon eyed her nastily.
“Hey, Miss Yulia? Mosquitoes usually drink blood, and you’re an albino one, so, does that mean you drink milk instead?” Venom asked politely.
“Oh, you dirty motherf–” Neon burst into laughter before he could finish, joined by Venom.
“Little girl, go to your room and focus on the upcoming wedding. I do not have time for this, the maids will show you around,” Wolfgang snapped and his three bodyguards started walking with him to who knows where.
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Aviel Lee–known as Bandit–sat Belinda down under the gazebo. He quickly ran to get his bag and when he came back he took out baby wipes to clean her face. He made sure he gently wiped under her lustrous forest-green eyes, while he did it he felt heartbroken by the evident sadness in her eyes. “How do you feel now?” he asked softly, fearing he might make her cry.
“Everybody h@tës me,” Belinda hiccuped. “I was wrong for sleeping with my non-biological cousin’s boyfriend. I understand, I do. I was so wrong and I regret ever doing it. The universe is punishing me for my past mistake. I deserve this.”
“Sugar, no you don’t. No one deserves to be slapped for accidentally turning something over–”
“No I do! I deserve everything that I’m getting going through. Every last bit of it. I h@të it, I really do, but karma shows pity to no one. My Granny used to tell me what you put into the world is what you will get back, I called her a crazy old lady–no, she was wise and tried to warn me. That girl, the way she reacted to my simple mistake, I’ve done the same exact thing to so many innocent people,” she dropped her face in her hands, tears slipping through her fingers to pelt the concrete table. “I was a horrible, horrible person–even to the people that genuinely cared about me. I was so busy chasing materialistic things and hot men looking for a one-night stand or Füçktoy that I pushed everyone away. Now look at me, I’m alone. I have no one.
“God bless Meira for standing up for me, but she shouldn’t have. I deserve more than two slaps. I deserve to be ran over by a truck, and I’m not saying this to seek pity. I’m saying this because I’ve been such a fool. I forgot that when you’re at the top you can hit rock bottom within seconds of tasting success, I Füçked up so badly,” Belinda clenched her fist. “I don’t deserve this baby. I don’t deserve to be a mother. I can’t take care of a child, I hardly know how to care of myself. I can’t give this baby love when I don’t love myself. I h@të myself,” Belinda used the back of her hand to wipe her tears away. “I hope all the people I’ve wronged, or purposely hurt, live successful lives.”
Bandit listened to every word she said with an understanding heart, sure, what she did was pretty Füçked up and unforgivable–but he couldn’t find it in his heart to dislike her. What was is it about her that kept reeling him in like a fish on a hook? Be didn’t know.
“Belinda,” he pried her hands away and lifted her tear-stained face to stare into her poignant eyes that tears kept flowing from. “I just want you to know we make mistakes, mistakes don’t make or define us. Nobody is perfect. We’ve all done things we live to regret, but there’s no need to beat yourself up like this. It’s not healthy for you, or for the baby,” he moved closer to her, “Come here, you need a hug.”
She released all of her emotional and mental pain through the tears she shed on his shoulder, she was holding onto him tightly as she cried her heart out for minutes. When she finally calmed down she didn’t move, she remained in his warm, cozy embrace. She can’t even remember the last time she was hugged by someone, his arms were the perfect kind of comfortable. His hand on her waist and one stroking her back as he cooed soothing words of encouragement above her head were the cherries on top. It almost feels like she’s sinning–this type of affection is something she shouldn’t be getting, but d@mn, it was nice.
“Do you mind if I call you ‘Sugar’?” he asked.
“No, I don’t mind,” she sniffed, the nickname he gave her making her smile authentically for the first time in a long time.
“Can you…well, are you allowed to leave the mansion? I’d love for you to visit my bakery sometimes, I think it would be fun. I can teach you how to make awesome cakes,” he chuckled.
“Really?” she got up from his arms and beamed. “I’ve always wanted to learn how to bake! But I…wasted my time in school and didn’t pay attention when my Grandma was teaching me.”
He held her chin and raised it, his piercing hazel eyes penetrating through her forest ones. “I’ll teach you everything you need to learn, Sugar.”
His sultry voice sent sensual chills down her spine.
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I wanna learn how to bake too??
