The Mafia's Revenge
More than Death
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“Are you aware?” deva asked with a smirk smile at the woman whose skin had blistered.
“Deva, stop me please. It hurts so much,” ringis Davina, she feels death is much better than living today.
“This is a punishment because you were lazy while serving me,” said Deva growled and immediately rushed to leave Davina who was still in pain down there.
“Deva, please let me go, or you just kill me. I can no longer afford it,” Davina said in a weak voice.
His eyes continued to follow the man's back away, until the wide, firm back disappeared from his sight.
Shortly thereafter, Aliya and several servants came to help Davina clean up. However, how shocked Aliya was, when she saw Davina's body blushing and blistering.
The woman immediately raised the frail woman with wounds all over her body, helped by some servants who were there.
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“Nona, let's drink first,” said Aliya while helping Davina drink the water.
“Aliya, why do you help me, let me die. I am not strong, I can no longer, Aliya,” Davina said softly while holding the pain all over her body, even the wound was very hot because her skin blistered.
“Nona, don't say that. I'm sure if miss can hold on, Miss is strong. Make Mr. Deva love miss, who knows by loving Miss, Mr. Deva will be a little soft,” said Aliya with full pity.
“Is that possible, his hatred for me will never fade, Aliya,” denied Davina who now even drips a clear melt that has been in her eye fertilizers.
On the other hand, Deva was enjoying a cup of coffee on the balcony of her room, while staring at the star-studded sky. Suddenly his daydreams burst when he heard the ringing sound of the phone on his cell phone, which was on a table near him.
Hearing the ring, made Deva glance at the screen of his phone to find out who the caller is.
Aliya's name was plastered on the screen of her phone, she let out a long sigh before finally sliding the green icon, a sign she received a call from Aliya.
“Halo sir, Miss Davina is sick. His body was flushed and his skin blistered. Can I call a doctor to come here?” ask Aliya over there.
“Call Emma here,” Deva said and immediately disconnect the phone unilaterally.
“Davina, you deserve this from me. Yep! You deserve it, I'd be so happy if you were more tormented than this. Even if you die horribly, I will remain steadfast with my stance,” muttered Deva while chuckling. However, for some reason his heart felt tight and sick, whether he was missing Erika.
“Erika, dear. Brother misses you so much, brother promises to avenge all your pain in the woman,” now Deva's eyes begin to heat up to remove clear liquid from her eye patch.
How difficult and very careful he was to look after his sister, Erika. However, the death of his own brother he could not prevent, how could he be said to be the responsible brother, if guarding the only family he could not.
It took him a long time to get to this point. The point where he could hold power and could make his sister happy, after all this time they suffered as street children.
He remembered that when Erika was a child, the little girl was starving on the side of the road. Remembering that, Deva's heart again throbbed and felt tremendous pain, until he sobbed to a sniffle if he remembered Erika.
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Thank ye.
