"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
The name echoes in my mind. I cradle my head in my hands and random waves of goosebumps travel through my body.
Throughout the car ride, Cal kept asking me if anything was wrong but all I could reply with was "I'm fine".
What was I even supposed to tell him? That I gave the son of satan the middle finger?
That night, I lay on my bed, researching even more on Aleksander The Great. I knew a lot about him already, but I wanted to know more.
Zane Aleksander was the firstborn son of the notorious businessman Elias Aleksander. His father was known to be the most ruthless man and had a very bad reputation for getting people killed.
As for Zane, well, as I said, he was the son of satan. Just as, if not, even more brutal than his father. There were records of him killing people for doing so much as looking at him. Me? Well, I had straight-up shown him the middle finger.
He was arrested three times but released almost immediately. People knew of him and his power and tried hard to not get on his nerves.
The look he gave me tonight almost had me throwing up.
I immediately start searching for pretty caskets and funeral services online.
Zane was like a freaking storm. He destroyed every single thing in his way.
He was kinda hot.
No. Stop it.
I sigh. Even I couldn't deny the aura that he held. It was as if the guy was carved by God himself. Sharp jawline, cheekbones, that scary cut on his eyebrow. It all made me shudder.
There's a little knock on my door but before I can even ask the person to come in, the door's already opening. Ria peeks into my room to find me sitting on the bed and planning my funeral.
Maybe he doesn't remember. He probably has too much work to do so he doesn't remember me. Yes. That could be a possibility. I mean, I feel like he's involved in some underground shady things so he's probs too busy.
"Hey...uh.." She trails off and scratches the back of her head. She's usually never this nervous so I get a little suspicious.
"You're not trying to sneak out, are you? Because I'm not helping you even if you beg. Mom got mad at both of us last time".
She immediately shakes her head while holding up her hands. Ria walks over to the bed and takes a seat on the edge.
I close my laptop and move a little closer to her. Her orange, fluffy hair is tied up in a hair tie and she's wearing one of MY tops.
Thief.
"Who did you kill?" I put a pillow on my lap and stare at her, waiting for her to say something.
