The Darkest Dream

Morning guests

In a luxurious apartment, a man was sitting on a chair in his study. Cigarette smoke billowed around his face like mist.

The sound of heavy breathing was heard by two people who were now standing not far from his desk.

"Is this the only information you've managed to get, right? I'm not a calculating person, but considering how much money I've spent funding this research. I don't think this information is comparable, a quarter can't satisfy half my heart" Sarkas said in a flat voice. From the age of a dozen, she devoted her entire life, time and energy, to the Belluwig family. Now things turn him into a traitor. And he won't regret it, won't life have to choose? and he sure has chosen on the right choice.

"Sorry, Mr. Brian. The only obstacle in this study, was that the scientists needed a droplet of young lady's blood. Only he was born on the full moon of the red moon 21 years ago. Also, the young lady was born carrying pure blood in her body. That's why young lady is so special, her blood is wanted by many of her other heirs." Alfred was clearly in his master. They are conducting a study to prevent many destinies from happening for the heirs of pure blood, but to this day, the results are not what Brian hopes.

Brian stared straight at a large frame that was beautifully displayed just across from his desk. Not without reason why the frame is plastered there. So that every time he saw her, then his self will be remembered, about who he really is.

"What about the leak of information in the old warehouse, do you know, where the young lady went after from there and with whom. Why isn't there any footage we can track, not even through a satellite transmitter." Brian turned the course of their conversation.

"That's because of the power of the young lady master, the young miss purposely let the transmitter capture her movements just to lure someone. And only they, who have the full footage of the night's events." Alfred explained. Brian had a strange smile, a slightly disturbing smile on Alfred's vision.

"Do you know anything, sir?" Alfred dared to ask.

"No! I don't know anything." Alfred's reply sounded so convincing "does the foolish man know that his parents sacrificed their lives to save the young lady's life?" brian continued to suck nicotine in his hands full of passion.

"Like his not yet master, Mr. Charles was very good at tricking his grandson. That's what I caught, 'cause if the grandkids found out, if both parents didn't die in the accident. Rather than exchanging their souls for the birth of the young miss, then it could be ascertained, the man would be looking for the person who had caused himself to be orphaned." Alfred was clear from his point of view.

Brian nodded slowly, right, if the man knew anything about the events of 21 years ago. It can be ascertained, the mad mafia will demand revenge for the death of his parents.

"You can go, and yes, the scientists are looking for alternatives. Because I need that formula in one week's time." Brian's words could not be heard negotiating. Alfred understood very well how the character of his master was, the man could only nod his head resigned then resigned to retreat with his colleagues, who had since acted only as a good listener.

"You see what I've done, I'm trying to break young lady's bad destiny. And look, I managed to be a traitor. Are you proud of me now. Why are you still hiding, your young lady needs you, she needs us now. Come back to me baby, I miss you." Brian's voice sounded so soft, a name engraved beautifully in the frame of the photo. "My Sofi, My Wife n My Life".

Tears that he had endured for a dozen years, now spill over because he missed his woman too much. His wife now knows where she is. But she has no regrets about sending Sofi as their young nanny. But now he misses the woman feeling full. I don't know where his wife is now, in the family of the heir where kah, his wife put her devotion. Since the incident on the island of Catalina 17 years ago, his Sofi disappeared as if swallowed by the earth. Untraceable disappearances. And old Mina did not know the whereabouts of her niece.

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Two days after the incident in the steel shed at that time, Lizzie's condition gradually improved. His wounds were healed in a miraculous way. Bern is absolutely amazed and scared. The girl who lives with her is a witch. Then why would he let himself get hurt, if he had such great strength.

"Why do you keep staring at me, Bern? aren't you worried about falling in love with me later?" lizzie's words make Bern misbehave, trying to cover up his nervousness, Bern grieves.

"You're too confident, miss. I looked at you as I was thinking, how can your wounds heal as fast as lightning. Are you a descendant of a witch?" bern's pretext gives a counter question.

"I am more of a descendant of a witch, but I am the queen of all the wonders of the world. I can predict what's going to happen to you in the next few minutes, if you want to know. As far as what power I have" Lizzie's grin makes Bern's hair all lifted up. The girl can look so scary, even when she smiles so sweetly.

"You're afraid of me?" ledek Lizzie patted Bern slowly on the shoulder, the girl died Bern who was still pensive. But before actually leaving, Lizzie turned her head back. "Your ex-wife will be here any minute, I've tidied up my breakfast marks. The rest I give to you. And yes, act like a real man." After throwing a non-wearing sentence, Lizzie rode upstairs. His self chose to secure himself, facing the woman, would only exhaust his energy.

Bern was still in his place, how could the girl guess something that had yet to happen. He felt in the works, the girl must be mocking him. Remembering in his room is still stored a photo of his ex-wife in the nightstand drawer in the room used by Lizzie.

Not wanting to get dizzy with his own thoughts, Bern intends to prepare for work. But when his feet were about to climb the stairs to the top floor, the sound of the door bell stopped his steps. His forehead frowned in wonder, who was visiting this early in the morning. Not wanting to be curious, Bern stepped foot to the front door. When the door opened, a beautiful woman with a menor dress stood in front of the door of his house. If in the past the presence and makeup of the woman was always in her puja, now just staring at her, Bern wants to remove all her entrails. If only he did not remember, if the breakfast he ate was the result of Lizzie's hand. He had already spewed all the stomach contents into the woman's face.