On The Grounds Of Hell – Episode 12

On The Grounds Of Hell – Episode 12

  {•𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔•}

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓.

ʙʏ ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇʟʟᴇ 

  -ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ-

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

Bluey’s hand trembled as it wrapped around him, feeling the thick weight she hardly knew how to handle. 

Slowly, almost nervously, she brought his d+k closer to her lips, lost in the unfamiliarity of what she was doing.

She pressed a tentative kiss to the tip, then took him gently into her mouth, drawing him in with a long, deep motion.

“Jesus… f+k,” Hades groaned, his fingers tightening softly in her hair before pulling her mouth away.

“Did I do something wrong?” Bluey asked, her voice small and uncertain.

Hades’s mind was a storm. The warmth and tightness of her mouth sent waves of pleasure crashing over him without any effort on her part.

“Go on,” he growled lowly.

Bluey resumed, more confident but still unsure. He held her hair firmly, guiding her head deeper, demanding more.

She gagged slightly as his d+k touched the back of her throat, her face flush and strained, but she sucked harder, desperate to please him.

The cigarette dropped from his fingers as he bucked his hips upwards, a raw sound escaping his lips. 

Tears welled in Bluey’s eyes but she kept going.

“Yes… You can do it..”Hades said in a a cold, deep voice and he stared at Bluey’s teary face, his hands fisting her hair.

“Go deeper just a little bit more…..a little bit more…”Hades pushed her head deeper.

“Mmm.”Bluey cried harder, choking.

“You’re doing so…gooood. You’re such a good girl.”He groaned deeply.

Finally, he groaned loudly, pulling out his c+k as thick ropes of his c+m spilled on her face, her hair, her bare boobs and dripping to the floor.

Bluey breathed gasping for air.

Hades’s breathing was unsteady, shallow and rapid. He couldn’t believe how fast it had happened, it was barely five minutes on the timer.

Every girl he’d been with before had never come close to this. And this was supposed to be Bluey’s first time?

She remained on the floor, her body sticky and still trembling.

Without a word, Hades crouched down and lifted her into his arms.

Bluey’s wide eyes searched his face, confused and almost vulnerable. Why was he suddenly so gentle?

There was a quiet softness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before, something almost protective.

Hades carried Bluey to the bathroom without rushing, his touch surprisingly tender despite the harsh edges he usually wore. 

She clung to him, still overwhelmed and unsure what to expect next.

When they reached the bathroom, he gently placed her on the floor.

 She looked up at him, searching his face for the usual coldness but it was gone, replaced by an unreadable calm.

He began filling the tub with warm water and soap, the steady sound filling the quiet room. Once the bath was ready, he stepped in and looked at her.

“Come,” he said simply.

Bluey hesitated, then eased herself into the warm water, the soap bubbles soft against her skin. Hades reached for the washcloth, moving slowly and deliberately. 

His hands were gentle as he began to wash her, careful not to rush or hurt her.

Each touch was careful, almost reverent, as if he was discovering a new side of himself through her.

He helped her lean against his chest, his arms wrapping around her protectively. Slowly, he patted her hair with a steady, soothing rhythm.

“Did I pass the test?” Bluey asked softly, her voice tentative.

Hades’s breath hitched slightly.

 “More than I expected.” His hands moved to her tummy, rubbing in slow circles as he pulled her closer, making her sit on his thigh. 

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling his hardness press against her opening, growing even larger.

“I’m trying so damn hard right now, Bluey,” He confessed, his voice low and raw. “It’s so fucking frustrating to have you in my arms, naked, and not be able to fuck you.”

Bluey swallowed hard, anxiety flickering in her eyes.

“Why… why’s that?” she whispered.

He looked down at her with surprising tenderness. “Because I don’t want to hurt you but at the same time I will. Besides, didn’t I tell you that you’d be the one to beg me for it?”

He tightened his embrace, hands gripping her waist firmly yet protectively. 

“It’s been torture, Bluey,” Hades admitted, his voice rough with restraint. 

“Every second I stayed away was a battle because the closer I got, the harder it was to control myself.”

Bluey’s eyes filled with a mixture of pain and confusion. “You watched them bully me. I wanted you to step in, to help me. But you didn’t.”

Hades’s jaw clenched. 

“I stayed away because I respected your decision. If I’d come closer, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. I would’ve destroyed everything trying to protect you, and maybe hurt you in the process. So instead, I acted cold, distant.”

He drew her in tighter, voice dropping to a low growl. “But now? Now I’m never letting you go again, not in this life.”

Bluey’s breath hitched, memories of his warning echoing in her mind. “But you told me that….you loving me will hurt me, Why is that ? I’m nervous already.”She bit her lips.

Hades’s eyes darkened, shadows flickering behind them like a storm. 

“Because, Bluey… I’m already lost. I’m broken in ways even I don’t fully understand. But you…you cracked that darkness open. I love you. In this twisted, dangerous way that consumes me every day. And no matter how much I warned you, I won’t let that fear stop me from claiming you.”

“Want to eat anything?” He asked.

“I already had dinner, I’m quite full. ”Bluey said.

“Okay.” He said, hugging her closer.

“Let’s stay like this for a little while, please. ” She pleaded.

He nodded and she smiled.

—–

Morgan’s eyes were red, her lashes still wet from hours of silent crying. She’d barely made it through the school gates, hoping to slip into her suite unnoticed, when Trevor’s voice cut through the hallway.

“Morgan?”

Her heart seized. She froze mid-step, her hand tightening on the strap of her bag before she slowly turned.

 Trevor was standing there, worry etched across his face.

“Where did you go? I’ve been calling you for hours.”

“I—” Her voice cracked, “I went home.”

 “Have you been crying. What’s wrong?” He frowned, taking a step closer.

“Nothing,” she muttered quickly, brushing past him, her face turned away so he wouldn’t see the trembling of her lips. “I’m fine.”

He caught her wrist before she could escape. “Morgan, talk to me.”

“Trevor, let go.”

But he didn’t. Instead, his grip tightened—not in anger, but desperation. “Not until you tell me what’s going on. You look like you’ve been through hell.”

Her throat closed up. Tears pricked her eyes again, threatening to fall. “Please, Trevor. Not now.”

“Then when?” he snapped, pulling her toward him. “You disappear for hours, you come back like this, and you expect me to just let you walk away?”

She shook her head, struggling weakly. “Trevor, please….”

“Morgan,” he said, turning her to face him, his voice lower now, gentler. “Look at me.”

She kept her eyes on the floor, silent tears spilling down her cheeks.

When she finally looked up, there was nothing but anguish in her gaze.

***

Trevor held her hand and led her quietly into his suite, shutting the door behind them. The sound of the lock clicked faintly before he turned to face her, his eyes searching her tear-streaked face.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on, babe?” he asked, stepping closer, his voice soft but strained with worry. “You know you can tell me anything.”

He reached out, tilting her chin gently, trying to make her meet his eyes.

But Morgan flinched, taking his hand off her face and stepping back. Her lips trembled as another tear slipped down.

“Morgan…” Trevor’s chest tightened. “C’mon, talk to me. You’re making me cry right now.”

She shook her head, backing away until her back hit the wall. Her voice came out in a broken whisper. “So you really don’t know?”

 “Know what?”He frowned.

“Your dad didn’t tell you anything?”

Trevor’s brows furrowed deeper, confusion turning to impatience.

 “C’mon, Morgan, stop beating around the bush and tell me what it is already.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “You’re scaring me right now.”

Her sob broke the silence. 

“Your dad…” she choked, her voice cracking. “Your dad is my real father, Trevor.”

He froze, his hand still halfway through his hair.

“What?”

“My mom and your dad, they’ve been having an affair for years. He’s my real father.”

Trevor’s face went pale. His breath hitched, the words hitting him like a knife to the gut.

 “We’re siblings, Trevor. Half-siblings.” Morgan’s tears fell harder.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The air between them turned heavy, suffocating. Trevor stared at her like she’d just torn the ground out from beneath him.

Trevor’s jaw tightened, his eyes wide with disbelief. He took a step forward, shaking his head slowly as if trying to undo her words.

“No. No, that’s not true,” he said, his voice unsteady. “You’re joking, right? This is some kind of sick joke, Morgan. Tell me you’re lying.”

She shook her head weakly, tears still falling. 

“I wish I was, Trevor. My mom told me everything. She said my dad couldn’t have kids. You’re Anthony’s son, and I’m…” her voice cracked, “I’m his daughter.”

“Stop!” Trevor snapped, his voice breaking as he pointed at her. “Don’t….don’t say that. Don’t even say that, Morgan.”

“I’m telling you the truth!” she cried, clutching her chest. “Why would I lie about something like this?”

He turned away, running both hands through his hair, his chest rising and falling fast. “No. My dad would never do that. He—he’s not that kind of man!”

“He is, Trevor!” she shouted through her tears. “He’s been lying to you. To all of us!”

Trevor slammed his fist against the wall.

 “No, Morgan! You’re lying! You’re just—” He stopped, his voice trembling. “You’re trying to end this… to push me away? That’s what this is? Did I do something wrong?”

Morgan’s lips trembled. “I’m not trying to push you away, Trevor. I’m scared of the truth.”

He looked at her then, his eyes glassy and red. 

“No… we love each other, Morgan. We….” His voice broke mid-sentence.

“We can’t love each other anymore,” she whispered.

He took a step toward her, but she stepped back, shaking her head. “Don’t, Trevor. Please. Don’t make this harder.”

And before he could say another word, she turned and ran out of his suite, her sobs echoing down the hallway.

Trevor stood there frozen, staring at the door she’d just walked through. His breathing was ragged, his fists trembling at his sides.

A single tear slid down his cheek before he sank onto the couch, staring blankly at the floor.

“She’s lying,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. “She has to be lying…”

But the more he said it, the more the pain in his chest grew, until denial could no longer silence the truth that shattered everything he thought he knew.

——

★ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬★

The sky was still a dull gray, the air damp with the last traces of dawn. 

Every student stood in the wide assembly grounds, some rubbing their eyes, others shivering slightly from the morning chill. 

The call had come from Hades himself and when Hades called, no one dared to ignore it.

It was barely 6:30 a.m., and half the academy looked half-awake, half-terrified.

“Gosh… Bluey, do you have any idea what Hades is up to?” Nia yawned, covering her mouth.

“No,” Bluey said softly.

“Girl, what happened in his suite last night? You came back really late,” Natalie whispered, leaning closer.

“Nothing,” Bluey murmured, biting her lip shyly, her heart skipping at the memory.

Before they could say another word, silence spread through the crowd like a chill. Every head turned as the heavy iron gates opened.

Hades walked in.

Clad in black from head to toe, black tee-shirt, black sweatpants,he moved with that cold, effortless authority that made every single person instinctively bow.

 Even the morning breeze seemed to avoid him. His presence alone silenced the entire grounds.

He climbed the high platform without a word, his expression unreadable, eyes sharp as blades.

Bluey’s lips parted unconsciously. Even from afar, she could see the faint shadow under his eyes, the relaxed but powerful way he stood.

 How can someone look this intimidating and still that good this early? she thought, pulse racing.

“You can all hear me, right?” Hades finally spoke. His voice carried easily, low and controlled, yet with a weight that made the air heavy.

“Yes!” The crowd shouted in unison.

“Good.”

He let the silence stretch, eyes sweeping over them one by one, slow, deliberate. Some flinched under his gaze.

“The reason I called this meeting is to announce that starting today, Bluey Cruise is officially mine.” He said, voice low and razor-still.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Heads snapped toward Bluey, who sat frozen like a small animal in the center of the grounds.

“When I say mine, I mean she’s my woman.” He paused, voice hardening. 

“Now I don’t want anyone going around calling her my ‘f+k toy’ or treating her like trash because I will beat the crap out of you.”

He pointed once, deliberately. “That girl there.” Every eye swung to Bluey. “She owns my heart.”

A nervous murmur tried to rise; Hades crushed it with a look. His expression didn’t  only a cold, lethal calm.

“You all have gotten used to her being picked on,” he said, slow and flat, “…but it ends today.” His gaze cut through the rows until it rested on Bryan and Aris.

 “If I see even a scratch on her body from any one of you, if a single strand of her hair is pulled loose, or if she sheds a tear because of anything you do…” His voice dropped to a tone that made the blood in the air feel colder.

 “I will kill that person with my bare hands.”

The words landed like ice. Students went rigid; a few swallowed audibly. Natasha, Bryan and Aris paled. 

“Am I understood?” Hades’s voice boomed, cold and final.

“Yes, sir!” Everyone chorused in unison, their voices echoing across the assembly grounds.

Then unexpectedly, he turned his head slightly, catching Bluey’s eyes in the crowd.

 The corner of his mouth lifted into a slow, effortless wink before he gave her a rare, breathtaking smile.

The entire school froze.

Gasps broke through the silence.

💬 “Did Hades just smile?”

💬 “Oh my god, I’ve never seen him do that before.”

💬 “Please keep making him happy, Bluey.”

The air buzzed with disbelief and excitement as Hades walked off, every step composed and commanding until he disappeared from sight.

Bluey stood there, dazed, her cheeks pink.

 “Girl….your boyfriend is so damn hot and sexy, I swear!”Nia grabbed her arm.

“He’s not my boyfriend…” Bluey mumbled, trying to look away, but both girls stared at her like she’d just cursed the gods.

“Yet,” She added quietly.

 “OH MY GOD, SHE SAID YET!”Natalie and Nia screamed, jumping and hugging each other.

 Zayne clenched his fists hard, jaw tightening as his eyes darkened watching the girl whom he always cared for and did everything possible for to keep her safe, now become the center of Hades’s entire world.

—–

 ★ 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬’ 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★

Hades was smiling like a fool as he dropped the bottle of wine onto the table with a satisfying thud. 

 Hugo and Hyce exchanged silent, knowing looks as he poured the drinks—his movements uncharacteristically light, almost… happy.

“A toast,” Hades said, raising his glass, that faint but genuine smile still tugging at his lips. “To my newly found source of happiness.”

“Cheers,” Hugo and Hyce chorused, their laughter echoing through the room.

“I seriously can’t believe you did that,” Hugo said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really announced to the entire school that she’s your woman?”

“Why not?” Hades smirked, swirling his drink lazily. “I don’t want anyone hurting her while she’s not with me. They should even try.”

“Wow, lover boy,” Hyce teased, leaning back on the couch. “I swear I missed that rare smile of yours. She really makes you happy, huh?”

“Yes,” Hades admitted softly, his voice dropping into something almost tender. “And she barely does anything. Just seeing her… that’s enough for me.”

“So to get this straight, did you go beg her, or did she come on her own?” Hugo asked, leaning forward with a mischievous grin.

Hyce snorted before Hades could even open his mouth. “Hades? Beg someone? Please, he’d rather die.”

“Stop being dramatic, Hyce,” Hades muttered, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. 

“I… was really scared, actually. I hurt her yesterday and thought she’d hate me after that. I was ready to stay away, but she came back. That’s enough reason for me to push forward, right?”

Hugo’s teasing grin softened. “That’s rare coming from you, man.”

Hyce raised an eyebrow, his tone turning serious. “But honestly, Hades… do you think she’s going to last long with you?”

Hades frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we all know how you are,” Hugo added carefully. “You’re really… uh, what’s the right word… difficult.”

Hades sighed, his expression tightening. “I’m planning on hiding that part of me from her. I mean, I’ll try—to be the guy she wants.”

Hyce leaned forward, his voice calm but firm.

 “You think she’ll be happy if you pretend? Look, I’m not saying you shouldn’t treat her right, but don’t hide the real you. If you plan to be with her forever, she deserves to see every side of you. If she can handle it, good. If not, let her walk away.”

“Walk away?” Hades’s tone dropped, cold and certain. His eyes flicked up, glinting darkly under the light. “Never.”

Hugo and Hyce exchanged a glance. The air around them grew heavier. That familiar edge, the one that made Hades who he was….was back.

 And this time, it was clear: Bluey wasn’t just some girl to him. She was an obsession he wasn’t willing to lose.

“Whatever,” Hyce said, waving a hand dismissively before grabbing his glass. “By the way, I already have a boyfriend.”

Both Hades and Hugo froze mid-sip and turned to him.

“…You what?” Hugo blinked.

“Yeah,” Hyce said casually, smirking as if it was nothing. “Sergio is a nice guy and… he’s hot too.” He took a long drink, pretending not to notice their stunned faces.

“Hot?” Hugo echoed, raising a brow. “Right. Just like how you were fantasizing over Gomez, and then boom, you got your very first painful heartbreak.”

Hyce groaned, slamming his glass down. “That was different! Gomez was a jerk. Sergio won’t hurt me.”

“If you say so,” Hades muttered, leaning back with a faint, knowing smirk. His tone was calm but his eyes flickered with amusement, watching Hyce squirm under Hugo’s grin.

“You both suck,” Hyce hissed. “Can’t a man be in love without getting roasted?”

Hugo chuckled. “Not in this circle, buddy.”

Hades shrugged, refilling his glass. “Just don’t cry to us when he breaks your heart. I’ve got my own woman to protect.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyce rolled his eyes. “You’re all lovestruck now, Mr. God-of-the-School.”

“Damn right,” Hades smirked, clinking his glass against theirs. “To love… and to chaos.”

They laughed, the sound echoing through the suite, three men, three stories of love, pain, and the kind of trouble only they could attract.

Hades’ phone buzzed loudly on the table, breaking their laughter. He picked it up lazily, glancing at the caller ID.

“Mom?” he answered, sounding half-reluctant.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Iris’ voice exploded from the speaker, forcing him to pull the phone away from his ear.

“Tell you what?” Hades frowned.

“That you were shot twice?! I thought I told you to be careful!” Iris’ tone was pure fury mixed with panic.

“I’m already fine—”

“Come home. NOW!” she yelled and hung up before he could reply.

Hades exhaled, shaking his head. “Geez… this woman.”

Hugo blinked. “Wait. You were shot?”

Hyce’s eyes widened. “Twice?”

Hades gave them a flat look. “Do I look like someone who’s affected by it?”

They exchanged glances and both went quiet immediately. The silence was answer enough.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Hades muttered, standing and adjusting his jacket. “Anyway, I’m off. See you later.”

“Greet Madam First Lady for me,” Hugo said with a grin.

“Sure will.”

“And if she cooked,” Hyce added, wagging a finger, “don’t be stingy enough not to share!”

Hades smirked. “I’ll think about it.” He grabbed his keys and left the suite, door closing behind him.

A moment of quiet passed before Hyce leaned toward Hugo with a mischievous grin.

“I saw that embarrassing video of you chasing after a girl yesterday… Dawn, right?”

Hugo froze, narrowing his eyes. “And?”

“I would never have believed it if someone prophesied it to me,” Hyce teased, barely suppressing a laugh.

“How do you think I can win her back?” Hugo sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“I pray she doesn’t take you back,” Hyce scoffed, standing up.

“Hey….! hey! Whose side are you on? I’m your friend!” Hugo stood up after him.

“You’re a punk,” Hyce said over his shoulder, walking out.

“Who are you calling punk, huh?!” Hugo shouted, chasing after him as their voices echoed down the hallway.

—–

 ★𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 ★

Sergio, Dawn, and Desiree were lounging in Sergio’s suite. 

 Desiree sat cross-legged on the couch, staring at Dawn like she’d just confessed a crime, while Sergio leaned against the counter, a whiskey glass dangling in his hand.

“Wait so you’re still in love with Hugo?” Desiree finally asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and judgment. 

“After everything that jerk did? The way he treated you, used you, and dumped you in front of half the school?”

Dawn’s eyes lowered to her hands resting on her lap. Her voice came out soft but steady. “Yeah. I still love him.”

Sergio’s brow furrowed. “You’re serious? Dawn, the guy humiliated you.”

“I know,” she whispered.

 “But… you can’t just stop having feelings for someone you’ve given so much of yourself to. You spend time, effort, you unlock parts of you you didn’t even know existed and then suddenly you’re supposed to just stop? It doesn’t work that way.”

Desiree groaned and threw a pillow at her. “That’s literally the definition of toxic, babe!”

Dawn caught it and sighed. “Maybe it is. But despite everything Hugo did, I still love him. I hate that I do… but I can’t help it.”

Sergio crossed his arms, his voice dropping low. “So what are you gonna do if he comes crawling back? Just forgive him?”

A faint smirk tugged at her lips.

 “Oh, no. If Hugo wants me back, he’s going to have to earn it. I’ll make him work for it until he realizes what it feels like to be the one begging.”

Desiree clapped her hands dramatically. “Finally, some backbone! Make him suffer, girl.”

Sergio chuckled. 

Dawn leaned back against the couch, her eyes distant but determined.

 “He broke me once. If he wants me again… he’s going to have to rebuild every shattered piece himself.”

“Also…” Sergio began, setting his drink down and glancing between Dawn and Desiree with a teasing smirk. “Hyce and I…”

He paused just long enough for suspense to fill the room. Desiree’s brows shot up, and Dawn leaned forward slightly.

“…are dating.”

“WHAT?!” Desiree shrieked, jumping up so fast her phone nearly flew off the couch. “Ahhhh! Are you kidding me right now?!”

Dawn’s mouth fell open, eyes wide. “No way. You and Hyce? Hyce Hyce?”

 “The one and only.”Sergio chuckled, clearly enjoying their reactions.

Desiree dramatically clutched her chest.

 “Oh my God, I am so jealous! Do you know how many people would kill for that man’s attention? You just bagged a walking Greek god, Sergio!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sergio said, grinning smugly. “He’s something else.”

Desiree’s eyes suddenly widened with suspicion. 

“Wait… wait a minute. Have you two…” she trailed off, lowering her voice like she was about to ask a state secret, “…you know… done it?”

Sergio gave her a slow, knowing smirk. “Yeah. Last night.”

“WHAT?!” Desiree gasped again, fanning herself dramatically. 

“Oh my God—I need air!” She stumbled toward the window, throwing it open and sticking her head out like she was about to faint.

 “Someone call a medic, I can’t handle this level of perfection and betrayal in one day!”

 “Desiree, calm down!”Dawn burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

“I will not calm down!” Desiree pointed accusingly at Sergio. “You’re living my dream, you monster!”

“Yeah right, lost all hope when you found out Sergio was gay? Too bad for you.”Dawn laughed.

 “Cheers to that, drama queen.”Sergio raised his glass, grinning.

Sergio’s laughter faded when his phone buzzed on the table. The name flashing across the screen made his expression drop instantly.

Raul.

Desiree was still chattering with Dawn about Hyce when she noticed the sudden shift in his demeanor. “

 “Um….guys I’ll just… take this call. I’ll be right back.”He forced a small smile.

Without waiting for a reply, he slipped into his room and shut the door behind him.

He took a deep breath before answering. “Hello.”

 “So, what’s the current update?”Raul’s voice came through, deep and commanding.

Sergio glanced around his room, ensuring no one was listening.

 “Mission 1 accomplished. I’m already an Ace, so access should be easier from now on.”

“That’s good.” Raul’s tone was low, calculating. “What about Strix? Have you two talked about the plan yet?”

“Not really,” Sergio replied, keeping his voice even. “But I’ll text her. It’s too risky for us to be seen together. Don’t wanna raise any suspicion.”

“Understood. Keep it that way,” Raul said. “And remember, Sergio, no mistakes this time. Just inform me as soon as you all find out anything and no matter what you do, do not get caught.”

“Sure,” Sergio said curtly. “I’ll hang up now.”

He ended the call, exhaled sharply, then ran a hand through his hair. His reflection in the mirror looked colder than before, like a completely different person. 

The charming smirk he wore earlier with Desiree and Dawn was gone, replaced by something darker.

“Well… well…” His lips curved into a knowing smirk. “It’s time to get to business, dear MIA.”

—–

★𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫- 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞★

The door slammed open so hard it nearly came off the hinges.

“Is it true?!” Trevor’s voice roared through the office, sharp enough to cut the air in half.

 Anthony jerked his head up from his paperwork, startled, but before he could even stand, Trevor was already across the room, his eyes wild, chest heaving, fists shaking at his sides.

“Trevor, calm down—”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Trevor’s voice cracked like thunder as he slammed his fist on the desk, sending papers flying. 

“I said is it true?! Are you having an affair with Morgan’s mother?!”

Anthony’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His hesitation was all Trevor needed.

“You sick bastard!” Trevor shouted, his rage snapping loose as he grabbed his father by the collar and punched him straight across the face. 

Anthony stumbled back, crashing against the bookshelf behind him, blood spilling from the corner of his lip.

Trevor didn’t stop, he was trembling with so much fury it looked like he could break the whole room apart.

 “You….you couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you?! You ruined everything! You ruined me!”

Anthony raised a hand, trying to reason, “Trevor, please listen….”

“Answer me!” Trevor barked, his voice breaking, his eyes glassy with pain. “Is it true or not?!”

Anthony finally lowered his gaze and whispered, “Yes… it’s true. I had an affair with her mother.”

For a second, Trevor just stared and then he laughed. A low, bitter, broken laugh that sounded nothing like him.

 His hands went to his hair as he paced back and forth, dragging in heavy, uneven breaths.

“You’re telling me,” he said slowly, trembling from head to toe, “…..that I’ve been dating, kissing, and fucking my own sister?!”

“Trevor-”

“Don’t you dare say my name!” Trevor’s shout echoed through the office. “You should’ve told me! You should’ve told me before any of this happened!”

Anthony took a step closer. “I’m so sorry, son. I didn’t know how to tell you. If I’d known you had feelings for Morgan, I would’ve stopped you—”

“Stop me?!” Trevor’s voice broke into a bitter laugh. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” “You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to act like some father who suddenly cares now that the damage is done!”

Anthony’s eyes glistened. “Please—”

Trevor shook his head, taking a step back. His entire body was shaking. 

“Please just tell me I’m adopted,” He said softly, almost pleading, tears burning in his eyes. “Just tell me this isn’t real… please.”

But Anthony’s silence told him everything.

Trevor’s jaw clenched. 

“I love her,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I fucking love her.”

He looked at his father one last time, tears streaking down his face, then turned and stormed out, slamming the door so hard the frame splintered.

****

Trevor stumbled out of the building, every step heavier than the last. The air outside felt too sharp, too cruel against his skin. 

He barely saw where he was going, just walked until he reached his car, slammed the door shut, and sat there gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. His breath came in shallow, ragged bursts.

 Then it hit him, everything at once. The truth. The betrayal. The disgust twisting in his stomach.

“Why?!” He screamed, his voice echoing violently inside the car. 

He slammed his fist against the dashboard, once, twice, again—until his hand throbbed in pain. 

“Why the hell did it have to be her?!”

He threw his head back against the seat, eyes squeezing shut as a choked sob broke through his chest.

 “I love her,” He whispered. “God you know, I love her so damn much…”

His breathing turned uneven. He hit the steering wheel again, this time with both hands, screaming from somewhere deep and broken inside. 

The kind of scream that tore through the soul.

“I can’t do this,” He whispered hoarsely, shaking his head. “I can’t, she’s not my sister. She’s not. She can’t be.”

Tears streamed down his face, hot and uncontrollable, dripping onto his hands.

 “She’s mine,” He muttered, voice cracking. 

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wheel, gasping between sobs.

 The car was silent except for his cries, raw, aching, desperate.

—–

★𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞★ — MASTER BEDROOM

The door opened and Hades stepped in, his  mother, Iris, was sitting on the bed beside Robert, their expressions shifting instantly at the sight of him.

“Mom. Dad,” he greeted, his voice rough but steady.

“My son.” Iris shot up from the bed, running to him and wrapping her arms around his neck like she was afraid he’d vanish.

“Mom, I’m fine,” he said, trying to soothe her, his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“How the fuck am I supposed to relax?” she snapped, pulling back to look at the bandage near his ribs. “You were shot, Hades.”

Robert stood slowly, his voice deep and controlled. “Who did this?”

Hades’ jaw flexed. “Some lunatic named Marco.”

The air changed immediately. Iris froze. Robert’s expression darkened, exchanging a long, wordless glance with her.

Hades noticed. “I’m guessing you know who he is. That bastard was spilling shit about wanting you, Mom.”

Iris’s eyes widened, guilt flickering before she masked it. Robert’s tone turned grave. “Marco and I… we were best friends back in MIA.”

Hades frowned. “Friends?”

Robert nodded, his gaze distant. “Until Iris chose me. He never forgave that. He saw it as betrayal—thought I stole her from him.”

Hades scoffed.

“What do you mean?”Hades asked.

Robert sighed heavily and sat back on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over his face as if the memories burned to recall.

“It started after Iris rejected him,” He began quietly.

 “Back then, Marco wasn’t the monster you see now. He was… brilliant, ambitious, a little arrogant but loyal. When Iris told him she loved me, something in him broke.”

Robert looked up at Hades. “He blamed me for taking her away. For ruining him. The night before our wedding, he showed up with a gun, drunk out of his mind. Said if he couldn’t have her, no one would.”

 “He tried to kill you?”Hades stiffened.

 “He aimed at me, but Iris stood between us. She told him if he pulled that trigger, she’d never forgive him even in death. He broke down and left… we thought that was the end of it.”Robert said slowly.

“It wasn’t,” Iris said softly. “He sent letters for years, letters I never replied to. He wanted me to run away with him. Said I’d regret choosing Robert.”

 “And now he’s back. He must think hurting you, Hades, is the perfect way to make me suffer.”Robert’s eyes hardened.

Hades lifts his head, eyes burning. 

“If I see that bastard again,” He says slowly, voice cold as ice, “I’ll beat his sorry ass myself.”

Iris straightened, a small smile creasing her face.

 “By the way, I cooked,” she announced, “There’s beef stew in the kitchen. Eat or don’t, but it’s fresh.”

Hades let out a sound that was almost a grunt, but his eyes softened the tiniest fraction. 

“You cooked?” he repeated, like it was a dream come true. 

He quickly hugged Iris from behind, kissing her cheeks.

Robert practically lunged forward.

 “Hey ! that’s my wife,” He said, mock-offended, snatching Iris into a quick, possessive hug. “Hands off my woman.”

Iris rolled her eyes fondly and, without missing a beat, wriggled free to pat Hades’ shoulder.

 “Come on, you cutie. Eat before you faint.”

Hades glanced between them, clearly torn between irritation and the absurd comfort of being fussed over. 

“I’m not fainting,” he said stiffly. Then, quieter: “But I’m not turning down your stew.”

Robert shot Hades a pointed look and jabbed a finger at his chest. 

“Hey, You can’t just come here and steal my wife’s attention.”

 “She’s my mom.”Hades snorted.

Robert blinked, then threw up his hands in exaggerated surrender. 

“Well, yeah — and she’s my wife. Figure it out, son. Go look for your own woman.”

Iris laughed, the sound warm and bright in the tense room, and planted a quick kiss on Robert’s cheek. 

“You two are impossible,” she chided, but her eyes were soft as she watched them bicker.

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★ 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞★

Corazon slammed the door on her way out, her suitcase rolling behind her as the echo of her heels faded down the marble hallway. 

Upstairs, Gael sat on the floor beside his bed, surrounded by empty bottles. Ten, maybe more, he’d lost count hours ago.

 His shirt was half unbuttoned, tie hanging loose around his neck. His eyes were red, swollen, and glassy from tears that refused to stop.

“Why…” he muttered, voice hoarse as he poured himself another drink. “Why couldn’t she just love me?” He slammed the glass down, spilling whiskey all over his hand.

 “Why Anthony… why him of all people…” His words broke apart, dissolving into another pitiful sob.

The door creaked open slightly, and Maureen peeked in. 

 “Sir…” she whispered, stepping in quietly. “You’ve had enough to drink.”

Gael looked up, eyes unfocused, expression hollow. 

“Maureen,” he slurred, a broken smile twitching on his lips. “You’ve always been here… always…” He tried to stand but stumbled, catching her by the arm.

“Sir, please….” she began, but before she could finish, his hand came up to her face, fingers trembling. 

His eyes searched hers, full of longing, confusion, and unbearable pain.

“I gave her everything,” He whispered, his voice cracking. “Everything, Maureen… and she still left.”

“Mr. Gael, you should rest,” she murmured, trying to steady him, but then he leaned in suddenly.

His lips pressed against hers. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, messy, fueled by alcohol and heartbreak. 

Maureen froze, eyes widening in shock as her hands instinctively went to his chest.

“Sir—please, don’t…” she breathed against his mouth, trembling.

But Gael pulled back, his expression collapsing into guilt and confusion as his knees buckled.

 “I’m sorry…” he mumbled, falling back onto the bed, tears streaking down his face. 

“I didn’t mean… I just…” His voice trailed off as his eyes fluttered shut, lost to the alcohol and exhaustion.

Maureen stood there for a long moment, heart pounding, staring at him but instantly he kissed her again.

Before she could react fully, she kissed back, more out of instinct than desire, her mind racing. 

Then, using a swift move, she grabbed a nearby pillow and pressed it against his face. 

Gael’s struggles slowed, and within moments, he slumped unconscious onto the bed.

Maureen pulled the pillow away, stepping back, brushing her hair from her face. She scoffed lightly, shaking her head. 

“He’s a great kisser…. too bad I don’t have a soft spot for my enemies.” She scoffed and walked out of the room, leaving him passed out and alone.

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★ 𝐌𝐈𝐀 – 4𝐏𝐌★

Morgan sat on the edge of her suite bed, the wine glass heavy and useless in her hand.

 She drank and drank, but the liquid only warmed her throat — it couldn’t numb the raw ache hollowing her chest. 

Tears leaked without permission, burning hot, then cooled into a hard, bitter glare.

She stared at the framed photo on her dressing tabl, one of she and Trevor, a perfect smile that suddenly felt like a lie.

 Her fists tightened until her knuckles blanched. She wanted someone to feel this. Not pity. Not comfort. Pain. Retribution.

She reached for her phone with a slow, deliberate movement, thumb hovering over a name she already knew would answer.

Natasha.

She dialed. The call rang twice.

“Hello?” Natasha’s voice was lazy, like she hadn’t expected orders this early.

“Bring Bluey to my suite,” Morgan said, flat and dangerous.

 The wine had not softened her tone. It sharpened it.

 “Now. Drag her if you have to. I want her where I can see her.”

There was a pause on the line, a small intake of breath that could have been surprise — or excitement.

“You sure, boss?” Natasha purred. “You want me to fetch the little charity girl? But….”

“Yes.” Morgan’s smile was all ice. “And make it hurt.”

She ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. 

The glass in her other hand trembled; she let the wine slosh against the rim and looked up at the ceiling as if searching for an answer that wouldn’t come.

****

Bluey barely had time to react before hands grabbed her, pushing her roughly toward the center of Morgan’s suite. 

Bryan and Aris looked uncertain, fear etched across their faces, while Natasha followed stiffly, her jaw tight with guilt.

Morgan emerged from her room, whip coiled in her hand, eyes glinting with a dangerous satisfaction. 

“You’re perfect,” she hissed, circling Bluey like a predator. “Exactly who I want to let out all my anger on.”

Before Bluey could plead, Morgan lashed the whip across her back. The sharp crack echoed through the room, and Bluey yelped, arching from the sting, tears welling instantly.

 “Please… I didn’t do anything ” Her voice broke.

“Now, Bryan,” Morgan commanded, pointing at him. “You’re going to help. Come on.”

Bryan froze, trembling. “I… I can’t—”

“You will,” Morgan said, voice cold, unrelenting. 

Panic twisted his face, and his hands shook as he gripped the whip. With a forced motion, he struck, the leather slamming against Bluey’s back. 

She gasped, a raw, choking sound escaping her lips.

Bluey’s body shuddered, her sobs filling the room.

 “Please, stop! I’ll do anything! I’ll leave! I’ll—” Each plea fell on Morgan’s unyielding stare, while the whip rose again.

Bluey’s cries grew louder, her hands instinctively clutching at her reddened back.

 She tried to curl up, to escape the pain, but Morgan’s control was absolute. Every lash left her trembling, pleading for mercy that didn’t come.

Bryan faltered with each strike, guilt written all over his face, but Morgan’s icy command forced his compliance.

 Natasha’s eyes darted anxiously, but she didn’t intervene, and Aris’s hands clenched tightly, too scared to step in.

Bluey’s sobs echoed in the room, the sound of someone utterly powerless under the rage of another, every plea begging for the pain to end.

*****

Bluey’s steps were unsteady, each movement sending sharp jolts of pain across her bloodied back. 

Her robe hung loosely, stained and torn, dragging slightly as she limped toward her dorm.

 She hadn’t wanted anyone to see her like this especially not Hades, but the moment she turned the corner at the end of the hallway, there he was.

Hades froze mid-step, his dark eyes locking onto her. The usually calm, unreadable mask of his face twisted ever so slightly, a storm of anger, protectiveness, and something more primal flickering behind his gaze.

 He looked like a predator who had spotted his prey hurt, and even though no words escaped him yet, the aura around him made the air feel colder, heavier.

Bluey instinctively stepped back, wincing as her robes shifted, exposing the raw streaks across her back.

 “H-Hades… it’s nothing,” she stammered, voice barely a whisper. “It was an accident…”

But Hades didn’t move to comfort her immediately. Instead, his gaze sharpened, darkening with a deadly intensity. 

“Who did this to you?” His voice was low, almost a growl, each word dripping with ice and fire at once.

Bluey’s throat tightened. She hadn’t expected him to look like this, so cold, so terrifyingly fierce. 

She hesitated, barely able to meet his eyes, her pain mingling with fear. 

“I… I don’t want you to worry,” she murmured, but her voice betrayed the trembling in her chest.

Hades took a slow, measured step toward her, every movement controlled but threatening, like a storm barely contained.

 His hand twitched, the way it always did when he was ready to strike at anyone who dared harm what he claimed as his.

 “Bluey,” He said, his voice barely above a growl, “….don’t make me repeat myself. Who f×king hurt you?.”

“Morgan and her lackeys.” She said lowly. 

*****

Hades stood like a dark statue outside the dorm, the evening air tense around him.

 Two boys shoved Aris, Bryan, and Natasha forward, forcing them to kneel on the cold ground before him.

 Their heads bowed, their eyes wide with fear, their pleas trembling in the silence.

“Please… Hades, it wasn’t us! Morgan…she made us do it!” Natasha cried, voice cracking.

“It was her! She forced us! We didn’t want to….please!” Aris added, desperation in every syllable.

Hades slowly rolled up his sleeves, the black fabric sliding up to reveal his forearms. The sight made the students lingering in the corridors freeze in both fear and pity. 

None dared move.

“I made an announcement this morning,” Hades said, his tone deadly calm, each word slicing through the air. 

“And you thought I was f+king joking?” His eyes scanned each of them, sharp and merciless.

He turned his gaze sharply to the kneeling trio. “Who used the whip on her?”

Natasha and Aris exchanged a quick, terrified glance before both pointed directly at Bryan.

“I’m sorry… please, forgive me, Hades!” Bryan’s voice was frantic, eyes wide and pleading, the weight of his guilt almost crushing him.

Hades didn’t speak at first. He just stared, his expression cold and unreadable, the tension so thick the air seemed to vibrate around them.

Hades’ grip on Bryan’s collar was iron-strong, his dark eyes burning with rage. With a sudden, brutal motion, he slammed his fist into Bryan’s face. 

The crack echoed across the hallway. Blood splattered, staining Hades’ clothes and the floor beneath him.

“I said… no one lays a finger on her!!” Hades growled, his voice low and deadly.

Bryan barely had time to stagger before Hades struck again. Each punch landed with bone-jarring impact, forcing Bryan to the ground and back up again.

 His nose bled freely, a gash split his lip, and his shirt was smeared with crimson.

The students watching from the corridors recoiled in terror. 

They had never seen Hades like this, like an unrestrained predator, a god of wrath unleashed. 

Every swing, every punch, sent a shiver of fear through them.

Bryan’s cries of pain filled the air, his pleas lost under Hades’ relentless assault. 

“Stop… please… I’m sorry!” he gasped, but Hades’ fury only intensified.

“You know one thing I hate, right?”Hades asked.

“Disobedience.” Bryan shook.

“This is what happens when you disobey me hurt what’s mine!” Hades roared, his fists moving faster, more precise, and utterly merciless.

 Blood, sweat, and sheer terror mingled in the hallway as Hades, dead-eyed and monstrous, made it clear, he was not someone to ever cross.

The scene was chaotic, violent, and horrifying. Every student present knew that no one in that school could stand against him when he was like this. 

*

Bryan lay sprawled on the floor, barely breathing, his face a swollen, bloody mess. Hades didn’t pause.

 Punch after punch landed with brutal precision, counting in his head as if marking his wrath.

“96…97…98…99…100.”

Hades finally pulled back. 

Bryan was limp, eyes shut, unresponsive. The hallway was deathly silent, broken only by the harsh breathing of Hades. 

His face and shirt were streaked with blood, his expression cold and feral. He looked less like a man and more like a monster who had just devoured its prey.

🔊 Player 088… Eliminated.

A collective gasp rippled through the watching students. No one dared to breathe. 

Did Hades… seriously just kill Bryan? With his bare hands?

Hades stood, towering over the carnage, as two guards cautiously stepped forward and hauled Bryan’s bloody body away. 

Natasha trembled violently, and Aris’s face drained of all color. Natasha fainted, collapsing to the floor in fear.

Up at the barricade, Morgan watched, frozen in sheer terror. 

Her body shook uncontrollably, heart hammering, she had never seen fear like this, never felt the raw, unrelenting danger of Hades’ wrath firsthand.

Hades’ gaze swept up to meet hers. The air seemed to crackle with menace.

“No…no…no.!” Morgan said in fear, stumbling back. 

“You better run, Morgan… because you’re next.” 

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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰

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