" Amara what are you doing."

Amara pulled the piteous teacher behind her.

"Davian Schwarz"

"Don't be angry, If Uncle knows."

Damian laughed

" Are You Forgetting your place."

Damian tries to grab the person behind her, but his hand was held by her.

" Brother, Please She is a Teacher."

" Uncle is Already very Busy."

Damian greeted his Teeth Flicked his hand.

" Know Your Limits."

A cold water poured on her . Her Gaze was muddled while She Looked at the disappearing back.

The Class full of vitality  Looking at the Drenched her.

Their gaze was  filled with the contempt and mocking.

Can she have any place in Schwarz's or Richter's?

Is not She is just for Sell like her mother.

Soon Only she was Left the Class Room with the teacher.

Female Teacher

" Student Are You OK."

"Madam How did you Triggered Him."

"That That "

"He was sleeping in class I just lightly hit his head with book."

Looking her who is still shuttering she finds It's normal reaction for people who faced the real working gun on their temple just few minutes ago.

"We Should Complain him To Principle."

"Don't"

"Why?"

" It doesn't matter, You will be in trouble."

"..."

 A Madam glared at her pointed her finger towards her

" You are still His Sister."

Looking at the vanished back Amara clinched her Painful chest and Crouched on a ground.

It happens every time, When she wanted to the change the ill fate others once again she encountered the familiar pain.

But in avail she was never been able diversify it.

Like now.

It's feels fate is also teasing her in midst of dense eyelashes pearl like tears pilled up in corner.

It seems like neither she is able to Change her fate.

...

Her car soon reached in familiar unfamiliar destination.

Richter's House.......

Amara gets off from car felling the probing gaze on herself she looks up at the men dressed in all black.

Male lead's Subordinate

She doesn't give them a second look.

Asher Richter Her cousin.

Is he already back?

In the living room Asher Richter sat lazing on sofa.

While his men kicking the strange man below.

Hearing the howling of cook Amara stopped at the door looked at the dreadful scenery inside.

She kept her pace towards her room.

It was until she reached the stairs she called out.

"Amara "

"Brother" She stood in front of Asher.

Man's gaze looked at the girl who terribles at the mere sight of him.

At the moment aura surrounded him feels more terrifying than before.

He puts his long legs on table leaned more backward on sofa.

" Can you cook?"

" Huh"

brown eyes swept over her, he doesn't like to say twice.

"No."

" Cook is dead."

Amara shuddered looking down at unmoving body and table filled with deadly things.

It still takes her minute to understand.

" Where is Uncle."

" Spain"

His men already cleaned the body below.

" Sir should we go now."

Asher Opened his eyes

" Go."

Amara tucked the corner of his man pure white shirt.

Knowing what she has done now, she quickly retracted her hand.

" Brother bring me along."

Damian and uncle they are both not at home.

She doesn't want to kidnap by their enemies.

..

She sat on passenger seat tried to pull seat belt.

She doesn't have any strength laid back on seat, waiting for car to move.

It doesn't matter if you don't wear to today.

With slight brush on thighs she opened those Azure eyes saw the enlarged face right in her sight.

'Click'

Seat belt was buckled up.

At the sideways glance

He already started the Car.

She doesn't know why he didn't bring a driver today.

From Convex mirror she can see the black cars closely following behind them.

Like any President's security.

In the whole journey no one talked.

The relationship between them was not always sour.

There was time She likes to follow him like a tail.

May be at some point he liked her too.

From When did it start to change.

She leaned on a window and it should be When her mother died or when she realized that she is living in Black Novel.

The beautiful evening of outside doesn't calmed her mood, her round nails lightly tapped on cars window.

...***...

Amara picked up her bag, ready to get down.

She doesn't know if it's a pebble on ground or that her body still not recovered, staggers on clean path.

Without any warning a hand tried to hold a staggering her, but lead her head on muscular chest.

In the Evening orange-red rays of Sun tearing the clouds coming a downtown of earth

there not much vehicles on the road, lamp post on roadside starting liting up.

Amara separated herself from embrace as Asher neatly removes his hand from her waist.

As Nothing happened

Suddenly the ridicules thought come to her

' Don't know how many women has thrown themselves in his powerful arms.'

It's utterly ridiculous why do she care.

…

As the night Approaches, Weather starts getting cold.

It was a famous casino of the city.

In the entrance of high-end casino many people meekly glance his side, curious yet afraid to discovered by him.

Asher Richter this name is enough to give goosebumps in Philadelphia.

47 floor is all reserved by their family she thought they were going there.

But following him all the way she ended is the roof top.

 Clatters of glasses mix with sound of laugh.

It seems like a party is being organized here,

Did he come here for it?

Looks like she can't regret now.

Sure enough a woman with tempting air all around come over clicking her high heels on marble floor.

'Elsa Pérez'

Asher's nominal fiancée.

With Asher's presence of the loudness of before subsided a lot.

Sweet aroma of wine confined her nose.

She felt

She is not right state of her mind.

" Asher you are finally here."

Elsa tried to grab his arms but looking at his cold eyes it retracted back as before.

She doesn't know much about Elsa.

But at first glance she is capable and intelligent lady.

" Amara Schwarz."

" Yes" She normally doesn't encounter lady like her.

Amara smiled.

She was pulled by the Elsa.

Looking back at the Asher talking with some businessman.

Yeah! Other than all illegal thing and murdering they still owned title of the richest person too.

It's absurd!

Is not it?

Elsa lead her to undisturbed room like she knows her preference, well it's not room but beautiful shaded area in rooftop isolated from other areas with silk curtains hanging.

She hardly meet her before and now still a coincidence.

"Amara where are you lost again."

-Elsa

" Nothing."

-Amara

"I don't know much about my cousin."

-Amara

As Elsa asked about Asher Preferences

" But I will try."

-Amara

Dazzled by hopeful look, Amara almost thought there little stars in Elsa eyes.

Elsa seems to really likes the Asher.

" What color he likes?" -Elsa

" Color…

maybe he preferred White."

" White...

...I thought it should be black."

Elsa said with doubt.

" He come back after four years I really don't know what he likes now."

-Amara

" People's preference change with the time."

-Elsa Pérez

"It was before, or maybe I never understood him."

-Amara

Elsa

...

Amara stood by railing looked at the down at the city enveloped in lights. Cool breeze was touched her face soothing fatigued body.

Elsa is already left as she didn't get her answers, Amara thankful In this isolated place she didn't have to face many persons she doesn't know.

And looking down at her daily wear cloths really not suitable for party.

The building is not much high 48th floor of building…

Just a floor away, she can go down and sleep at room.

She wants to turn but her back touched hot body behind, she was so immersed before, to know how long he stood there.

She knows who could be but she is still not sure.

" Brother"

" Umm"

...***...

She was coerced can't move since she was being captive by towering body.

Her hands clenched on a glass railing as hot breath sprayed on her ears to neck.

Spun of the moment Amara forced to face the those brown eyes looking her Intensely.

" Are you drunk."

Amara asked feeling his unusual breathing.

 She want to avoid his sinful sight but her chin clasped at the moment she tried.

"May be"

The deep, husky voice sent electricity through her brain, rendering her unable to think.

" It's been a long time."

His sinewy hand tucked her dark locks behind her ears.

White stained with red is a quite unneglectable sight.

She shuddered at the moment she noticed the blood on his cuffs.

"Ack"

Asher carried her suddenly, Amara grasped his shoulder not to fall.

Her Body tightly packed against his robust chest.

" You are shivering again."

"No"

She dined hopelessly

"Brother Let me down."

"Brother"

Her word seems like buzzing of fly.

Bitterly ignored.

...

They are already on elevator.

Don't know how many people looked them at party.

Shame obscured her heart, She is thin-skinned, can't handle those cruddy gazes of the people.

...

She doesn't know that ... What actually happened while she's hiding herself in Asher's arms.

She didn't see the horrifying expression of peoples.

Even if she saw she will not understand...

Because she doesn't know what happened before.

...

Before***

"Asher it's been long time."

A middle-aged man, A businessman form Detroit.

Asher remembers this is his Father friend.

And a scoundrel famous for being a womanizer lastly his father Ademaro Richter ally who shares many shady businesses with them.

Ademaro known to highly value his subordinates.

Maybe that's what gave him courage to talk nonsense.

" Was that Your Sister, she even more beautiful than her mother."

Asher clenched his hand around glass of wine making visible crack on it.

But Otis Zerilli who enchanted by beauty not noticed the subtle change.

" Why don't you give her to me."

Finally, the glass breaks as its shreds shattered on ground.

 Asher grabs his collar

" Why are you angry."

"It's not like I am asking her hand in marriage."

" You can still sell her after."

"I don't think Ademaro should have a problem with that too."

Otis smiled mischievously, he still thinks Asher as a child who can't disobey his father.

Otis dragged on the railing his half body hanging on air.

" What did you say?"

Sound of death tickling his ears.

Otis face horrified, in front infuriated face of Satan.

"You.. Sto.Stop."

" Adem..aro. w.will not le.leave you."

" Let me go"

His words didn't impact Asher a bit.

"Tusk... a bad choice."

Asher freed his colar,

With the, Doleful cry lingered in the air. Otis Zerilli body falls down from 48th floor.

It's more than enough for Him to lead a painful dead.

No one come to stop Asher afraid to meet the same end.

Otis Zerilli still a famous figure.

It's not like no one want to interfere.

Asher's people naturally follows him and others didn't dare.

...

In the elevator

" put me down"

Her nose become red as her face flushed.

Likely annoyed by continuous sound Asher said

"Quite"

Amara aggrieved put her face on his shoulder feels something is really not right.

But she don't know what.

" Brother put me down if uncle knows we are behaving like this."

Asher finally put her down

but pressed her against wall of the elevator.

" So What."

He is unusually emotional today or maybe he really drunk.

Likely intoxicated by those amber eyes, Amara hands reached Asher's face it's own touching those eyebrows with a slight cut.

" I can't say yours, but uncle will not spare me."

It's like they gone back in a time.

But it's impossible the time can't be turned.

Amara restricted her hand,

But his lips caught her's

She doesn't have time resist neither she wants to.

It's Last she empesies her mind.

Unlike his hard body those lips was soft blending her with him teasing her inside again and again luring her to sinfulness.

As his body bending towards her, She snuggles in his arms.

She can't say if it's fiery or gentle one, but enough to made her mind blank.

She fells, she is still same as her 15-year-old self losing her mind by slight touch of his.

Her First kiss was her own accord

But Second is still his.

...***...

...