Every love story has a hero, a heroine and a villain but this is the story of a Villain.
Zaid Adeeb Tahir life's has plunged into darkness when he couldn't save his fiancée. He turned brutal and ruthless, not bothering about the number of beings he...
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"Have a good evening Mrs. Grayson," said the doorman, bowing his head a little when the tall lady in a mid-thigh red dress and black leggings, with her black coat simply draped on her shoulders, walked through. As usual, she looked straight but she nod quick like the bat of an eyelash.
Outside the driver in a suit and white cap was already waiting for her, standing straight and hands behind his back. She entered the car, threw her latest black Chanel clutch next to her.
"To Oliver's," she said.
Keeping her head high while the car sped down the road in Paris where the leaves were yellow and orange, falling down from the branches in a considered speed, she pondered. It was the time to spend with your loved ones with seasonal colors, having pumpkin lattes in the evening and spent a good time around a bonfire talking about your day or an event you have cherished. But that's not her life anymore. She was no longer an ex-waitress, a graduate in journalism or the wife and daughter of gang leaders.
She is Isabella Grayson, the Queen of one of the world's dangerous mafia organization known as Seven League and she is indirectly responsible for the number of innocent lives that are ruining as a consequence of her permission.
Did she care about them? The answer is yes, but not as much as before. She has lost so much in the past seventeen years that her humanity had already collapsed turning her into a completely different person.
The car stopped under the porch of the famous bar. A valet opened the door for her and stepped aside. She breathed, ordering herself not to cry tonight. Breaking down is for the weak and she is not weak. She took her clutch, earning good evenings and nods along the way as she made it inside the posh bar.
The place had its usual number of customers. It was Isabella's favorite because it wasn't too crowded and mostly everyone minded their own business. You could start crying loudly and no one would even offer their help. It was just as cruel as outside. She sat on the club stool bar and placed a hundred euro bill on the table.
The bartender/owner Oliver took it and turned to make her drink which was placed in front of her pretty quick. Her plan of the night was to get drunk as much possible to drown the sorrow of a failed mother.
"You need anything else let me know," he said.
"A bottle or two would be nice," she said, her voice coming out a little husky and Oliver had already figured that tonight was the worst night of her life.
