1 01. The violent death 1

''Grandfather, listen to me please, I really have no wish to marry that mess of a woman. I have no idea how you got that crazy idea to let her enter our household. She is totally bananas.''

A young man stood in the living room of a big mansion and motioned at his head with his fingers. In front of him sat an old man with a long white beard and shook his head.

''There is no problem with her. She is just a bit wild. You do not understand her past.'' He sighed deeply while remembering what happened to Kyra Kazis when she was just a small child.

''I don't care, really! In this lifetime I will marry only Tricia. She is already pregnant, do you want your great-grandchild to live to be raised outside the family?''

''Don't spout nonsense!!! If that child is truly yours, Kyra promises to accept him and adopt him. Like that he will be under our name, but that chick will never be included in this household. If you really plan to marry her, you can definitely forget your inheritance. I have no wish to leave my money in her hands. Our Alence family will not have some dirty prostitute in our genealogy. I asked her so many times to leave that place, even gave her a bunch of money but she still runs that place. It is disgusting!'' Alec Alence started getting red out of anger. This grandson of his will give him a headache as it seems.

''Grandfather, Tricia is just running night club. It is not what you think.'' Marcel Alence sat down and shook his head and then desperately smiled at the old man sitting across the table.

Tricia Ceci was his big love. He met her two years ago when she was running away from some men. The moment he saw her beautiful face he was at first stunned, but then seeing her predicament he beat them up and helped her going home. Later he found out she works at a nightclub as a waitress and when she planned to go home those people followed her. She got scared and run away. Later he bought that club under her sweet persuasion and gave it to her. Luckily grandfather doesn't know about that, or he would beat him to death.

''She is just owner of it. And she is doing a good job. I was there and trust me, the place is not as messy as you think. But Kyra... That woman is crazy, seriously. Last time she broke two ribs when one of my friends played a joke on her.'' He tried to slowly persuade his grandfather that stared at him with cold eyes.

The old man chuckled coldly. ''Joke? Do you call that joke? She walked and he jumped from bushes at her...NAKED! What do you think she should have done? Embrace him? Laugh? Or maybe sit there and start crying? You must be kidding, after all the things that happened to her, you think she would just sit still and just let it happen? Hell, if I were there at that moment, I would have joined in and broke a few more. Maybe his limbs and his manhood would have been ripped off by me...''

Cold sweat started gathering on Marcel's back. Not many people knew, but Alec is not a nice little elder as many people thought of him. He was general of the most secret army in the world. Those that died under his hands were countless. If his grandfather was at that moment there with Kyra, Paul's life would be gone, painfully. He must call his friend and warn him to run to another country. Knowing this stubborn old man, he might really go to his house and break his bones.

Alec saw his stiff expression and smiled brightly. ''I will not break him now. Kyra begged me not to touch him... for your sake. But Marcel, you must know one thing, not everything is at it seems. Be careful around that woman, she is a viper, I'm telling you. Warn your friends not to touch even strand on Kyra's head or they might just disappear. I will not warn them the second time, you know me good enough...''

Marcel smiled weakly as he nodded and took his phone out. ''I will let them all know. Right now...''

---To all my dear friends. From today on Kyra, is officially under my grandfather's protection. If you plan to harm her in any kind of manner, don't. He will not forgive. This is a code red warning.---

He sent that message to all his friends, not knowing that it was already too late. She was already dying in the moist cellar.

A beautiful woman with long red curls walked slowly in front of a woman who was bound on a chair, covered with wounds and was breathing heavy. ''Kyra Kazis... Hahhahaha. You are truly a fool. The Kazis family is gone and was overtaken by the Alence family. Now they will die soon as well and will be overtaken by my Gerber family. And you, as the last descendant of your family will die here. Slowly...''

Kyra stared at her and spat on her white shoes. The velvet shoes stained by red spit looked like a blooming rose. She always liked flowers, so much that she bought a small apartment with a huge balcony only to have a variety of flowers, fruits and vegetables planted on it. At this time she felt a big grudge against this woman.

Her poor plants will die if she doesn't tend them. Her first tomatoes are about to become ripe, but now she will die.

Dying. Maybe this is better. She just felt sorry for the plants...