Isabella Anderson

Her name was Brisa Dorsey. She was overjoyed at the upcoming marriage with her boyfriend, who she had been in love with for years. But just before they were to apply for their marriage license, she found out that her boyfriend had an affair with Brisa's stepsister. In a fit of anger, Brisa decided to pay a man to have sex with her. Drunk as a skunk, Brisa shouted orders to the owner of the club she went to that night, wanting to have sex with him. And when she woke up the next day, she found that everyone was calling her "Mrs. Johns". Shocked, Brisa found out she had got married! To whom? The terrifying "Cold-Face King" in New York, who was the head of the Johns family as well as the Johns Group! But rumor had it that he never hang out with women. Didn't he like men? Sure enough, those rumors were all just rumors...

Alpha in Color

A painting is not a picture of an experience.

Daisy hands me her coat. Like a caretaker, she pulls it over my head, careful with the fabric, and making sure it does not hit my face.

"My father?" I whisper out my question.

I nod and we silently walk out of my prison.

I look around, taking in what looked to be a shed. My father's body is there, unconscious and tied up.

Daisy still has her arm around me as she pulls out her cellphone, pressing it to her ear.

She waits several seconds before I hear the other line click and the sound of Jay's voice faintly coming through.

Daisy smiles into the phone, but it's a sad smile. "Hey, hot stuff. We found her."

There is a pause. I hear a shuffling on the phone before a sob reaches my ears, "You found her? You actually have her?"

Chapter .48.