Mr. Mafia's Twin Wife

New York, United States.

As always, the bustling city nicknamed the Big Apple is bustling at every hour.

The nighttime skyline sparkles with skyscrapers soaring upwards. The cold air penetrates between the skin, making pedestrians have to tighten their coats on their bodies.

However, in the midst of the bustling city, a man wearing a warm coat hurriedly got out of his car.

The wide strides of his sturdy legs led to a train station. His well-built body rushed around without permission, pushing past the people huddled by the train tracks.

His heart was beating faster and faster with cold sweat pouring down his forehead when he saw the body parts of a woman scattered on the tracks.

"E-Emilia!" She gasped with an eagle gaze of surprise and shock.

Those deep brown eyes turned to glare coldly at the woman standing like a statue with her body covered in blood near his wife's body parts.

Her blood boiled. His handsome face was dark with a fierce anger.

Everyone looked at each other. They knew who the handsome man with the stern face was. However, no one was able to move at all because this place had been secured by the police.

"Mr. Arcano!" One of the officers approached the man named Arcano.

Yes. Arcano Zeilo Bramington was a descendant of the Bramington family who was known as the successor to his family's business empire and dark world.

Tonight they witnessed how the wife of a respected prominent figure was run over by a train with a female perpetrator who had been silent like a living corpse.

"Sir! Calm yourself!" Said the police officer against fear because the look on Arcano's face was already so terrible.

The knuckles of the man's whitened hands with a jaw overgrown with thin sideburns were hardened tightly.

"Everyone get out of the way!"

"No one is filming!"

The officers dispersed the crowd. Arcano's men who had followed earlier were also shocked to see all this. They did not dare to look at the dark face of their master who was still intimidating the woman by the rail.

Because his anger had reached the top of his head, Arcanober walked firmly and quickly grabbed the shoulder of the woman in the white dress and then ferociously strangled her neck.

"Master!" His men widened their eyes in surprise at the movement of their leader.

Arcano did not speak. His eyes that were shivering with emotion already proved how much he wanted to kill this woman.

"Sir! Don't be rash!"

"Sir, let her go!"

They panicked. No one dared to approach because Arcano had already strangled the woman's neck with all his might but the woman did not budge. She looked resigned with her face covered by long hair that was no longer in a neat bun.

"You deserve to die," Arcano hissed, slapping the figure's face until it lay in the middle of the train tracks.

Because his emotions could not be contained, Arcano took out the gun under his coat ready to shoot the woman in the head.

"Arcano!!!"

His accomplice Feron swiftly took over the gun in Arcano's hand.

"Stop it! Don't you see where we are?"

Instead of realizing it, Arcano punched Feron blindly in the face. He needed a release and this is what would happen.

"Shit!!! He killed my wife! Asshole!"

Bughh...

Feron's body was thrown to the center of the rail just as the woman had been. Arcano went crazy. He expressed his emotions by crushing Feron's handsome face who resigned without resisting.

Arcano's power was so great. Fighting against this man only makes life short.

Interrupted by Arcano's heroic blow, Feron signaled his men to immediately take the woman away.

They understood. Swiftly they carried the unconscious woman out of Arcano's vicious circle that would surely hunt her down.

Seeing his target being taken away, Arcano's anger grew. He stared intently at Feron's battered face who was holding his chest and abdomen na'as grimacing in pain.

"You instead."

"A..Arcano! You have to realize. He..."

Bughh...

Arcano's sturdy leg kick had already hit Feron's stomach which was again spewing fresh blood. The police officers who saw that were trembling.

Who would put up with that man's temperamental attitude? They never dared to bother him. "HE KILLED MY WIFE AND YOU WANT ME TO RELEASE HIM??? FUCK!"

"But he's Emilia's twin brother!!!"

"I DON'T CARE! SHE HAS TO DIE. DIE FUCKING ALL OF YOU!!!" She kicked the railroad tracks in anger and rubbed her face roughly.

He wasn't crying but anger was dominating. Arcano stared fiercely at the incomplete corpse of his late wife who had said goodbye to go pick up her younger brother at the train station.

But, Arcano got a message asking for help from Emilia who turned out to have been killed by her own sister.

Feron understands Arcano's feelings. Although his best friend's marriage to Emilia was just an arranged marriage, but since Emilia became pregnant with a child, Arcano softened and accepted the woman's existence.

But this...

"Arc! You can't be rash," warned Feron trying to stand up.

Arcano was silent. The books of his hands still whitened were clenched tightly with an increasingly hateful look in his eyes.

"Your enemies will take advantage of all this. Whatever you want to kill that woman but not here," Feron explained carefully.

Instead of accepting Feron's words, Arcano returned the blow to the face of his right hand and then stepped away without feeling guilty for making Feron hit the iron rail again.

"Shitt! Stone man!" Maki Feron held his shifting jaw.

Luckily he was used to the man's temper. Otherwise, no one would be able to stand being around a rude man like Arcano.

Arcano sped his car quickly through the crowded city. That cold handsome face could no longer be said to be good because it really looked terrible.

His mind was only struggling to kill that woman. His heart was wringing with the desire to mutilate the body of the figure he had just strangled and throw it into his crocodile cage.

"Damn it! Bitc!" Maki Arcano hit the steering wheel hard to vent his unrequited emotions.

Arcano was fed up. He hated his sister-in-law because she had been teasing him with various devious plans since the beginning.

Ezenia Vander Wealsen. Twin sister of Gisele Wealsen but their personalities are opposite. Gisele is a warm and loving motherly figure, while Ezenia is an enigmatic wild woman. The Wealsen family never loved Ezenia because from the age of 17 the girl disappeared and was found to be a prostitute in a brothel.

It's no wonder Ezenia was so jealous of Emilia. In terms of beauty, they were both perfect. The Wealsen family had been claimed as the source of the world's beautiful women and beauty.

It was just that, the queen in their eyes so far was only Emilia. As for Ezenia, she was a sharp thorn that made everyone stay away because approaching that woman would only create havoc.

"I will not let you go."

Arcano punched ferociously at the punching bag in front of him. Sweat poured down with each blow as his hand warp-clad knuckles swung energetically as if to fuel his emotions.

A handsome face getting wet with an athletic body without a top looked shiny and manly. The charm of Bramington's offspring was too intoxicating.

The firm muscles on his arms and abdomen clash to create a hot and sexy panorama.

The subordinates who saw the burning anger of the leader could only remain silent. There was no intention of reprimanding at all. The sound of hard fists hitting the surface of the heavy bag alone made their joints ache.

Not long after, Feron appeared with a face full of bluish bruises and swelling. Of course they knew who the culprit was behind the destruction of Feron's handsome Asian face.

"Arc! You are called Mr. Jack!"

Arcano ignored Feron's words. The tall man with exotic skin was still busy burning sweat until Feron sighed.

"There is also your son!"

Suddenly Arcano's right hand that was about to hit the punching bag was held in the air. The man's thick eyebrows bent with a frozen eagle-eyed look.

"That old fart doesn't need to interfere," Arcano hissed, resuming the punch that had been held back.

Feron snorted. He threw himself onto the sofa in the corner of the room as he rubbed his jaw, still sore.

"You know how your grandfather is. You'll never win against him."

"Shitt!" Arcano kicked his punching bag then released the hand warp violently and threw it at Feron's face.

"Rock Man!" Feron grunted, calling Arcano 'Rock Man' repeatedly.

His men who had been standing near the ring immediately handed Arcano a bottle of water. With one gulp, the man swallowed the water even though it would drench his athletic body.

Feron gaped with envy. He always wanted to have a body as fit as Arcano's, not like a bodybuilder but his body type could not be muscular. Feron had to accept that situation.

"How did it go? Do you want to pick up your son?"

"What does he want?" Asked Arcano throwing the bottle carelessly but fortunately his men were quick to catch.

"I don't know. But I think it has something to do with your wife's death."

Arcano was silent for a moment. He reached for a small towel on the sofa table with his emotions looking more restrained than before.

The handsome American sat on the single sofa opposite Feron. There was no look of worry or concern but he seemed to be thinking of what cunning plan the old man was making.

"You'd better not rebel again, Arc! He's just as crazy as you are, if not more so."

"Killing him won't be easy," Arcano muttered with no empathy at all for Mr. Jack.

Although they were biological grandson and grandfather, since birth their relationship was not that close. The Bramington family had never known such a thing as genuine affection because they only pursued the worldly peak.

Seeing Arcano again wanting Mr. Jack's death, Feron could only sigh. This man's world could not be joked with.

"Arc! The problem is that your son is very close to Mr. Jack. Emilia is gone, you will be overwhelmed taking care of the boy," Feron explained brightly.

"You want me to give my son to him?" A sharp glint was thrown at Feron.

"No. I mean, try exchanging your opinions. Your son is very naughty. You're his daddy but he doesn't get along with you, Tsk!"

Arcano only showed a flat expressionless look.Feron was telling the truth. Arcano was not close to his own son even though Feron knew, Arcano loved his son very much.

"News of Emilia's death has spread. But, Ezenia was not arrested."

Arcano's eyes flashed angrily at that.

"Calm down first! Mr. Jack did not allow this case to be taken to law. The Wealsent family isn't pressing any charges about his daughter's death either."

"Emilia was killed by that woman and they were silent?"

"Arc! Mr. Jack never liked Emilia. No wonder he would protect Ezenia."

Arcano raked his wet hair roughly. That old fart was really testing his patience.

Not wanting his flesh and blood to linger in Mr. Jack's mansion, Arcano finally prepared to clean up and left in a private car without a driver. Arcano rarely used a driver except when taking care of company business.

The woman's black eyelids opened slowly. The empty eyes pierced through the high ceiling of the room. Her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly with her thick sexy lips pressed together as if holding something back.

The very beautiful face looked so fragile looking towards the large door of the room as if to say 'I don't want to be here' There was a feeling of extreme tightness that made her fingers clutch the blanket to channel her feelings.

Slowly, the door was pushed from the outside. The expression on her face that had been fragile turned alert as she quickly sat up despite the pain in her neck.

"Are you awake?" The figure of an old man with almost white hair but a very sturdy body entered.

It did not match his age at all.

"That's good. You didn't die at the hands of that brat," he added as he calmly approached the bed.

The charisma of this man was obvious. His face was serious despite the thick masculine sideburns.

Is this Mr. Jack?

"Why did you bring me?" Ezenia asked unfriendly without any respect at all.

"Why, do you wish to have the same aspirations as your twin?"

"He deserves it," Ezenia pressed with a look of hatred and anger in her eyes.

Mr. Jack was silent. The man's composure was to be applauded for not being at all provoked by Ezenia's insolence, which was twelve times the level of her granddaughter's uncivilized behavior.

"I can save your life if you obey."

"In your dreams," Ezenia hissed as she pulled back the blanket and stretched her legs out onto the floor.

Mr. Jack grinned slyly when he saw that Ezenia did not grimace because her collar bone and ankle were so painful.

Ezenia's beautiful face was pale. She remembered how strongly Arcano had beaten her even as Ezenia had begun to feel numb in some parts of her body.

"Obey! I already know your ace in the hole."

Ezenia gave Mr. Jack a sharp glance from the tail of her eyes. However, Mr. Jack did not show any fear. As a figure who had been stained with sins in the dark world, Mr. Jack even gave off a strong air of intimidation and Ezenia acknowledged that.

"I can free you from that brothel but it's also very easy for me to put you back in there."

"You're threatening me?" Her teeth bared furiously.

Mr. Jack smiled unreadably. The man sat on the edge of the bed propping up his haughty legs full of power.

"You just need to subdue my granddaughter."

"So that she becomes your slave?" The cynical cadence of Ezenia was clearly offensive.

"Think of it that way. He is already too wild. Building a power greater than the Bramington family is not impossible for her."

Ezenia squeezed the edge of the bed. Her chest was churning in an uncertain direction. Her life had been played out.

Out of the crocodile's mouth, into the tiger's cage. She was truly an unlucky human.

"The decision is yours. You have nothing to fight against. The choice is before your eyes."

Ezenia was silent. Mr. Jack turned his head. His eyes caught something else from Ezenia's silence as if the contents of this woman's head were completely complete.

"What are you thinking? My grandson is handsome and you have nothing to lose."

"You forced me to do it because Emilia was unable to fulfill your wish," Ezenia muttered with a flat tone staring at the floor of the room.

Mr. Jack clucked his tongue lightly. He seemed to dislike the name.

"She's too weak. Her soul is perfectly normal."

Ezenia suddenly chuckled. Mr. Jack narrowed his eyes at the beautiful woman with dark brown hair but Ezenia's laughter did not subside. Though there was nothing funny here. "Her soul is normal, hm?" Ezenia rubbed the corners of her eyes watering from laughter.

It did not matter that the pain in her neck was inflamed but to Ezenia, laughing at Emilia's fate was fun.

"Are you envious?"

"Envious? I'm...envious?" Ezenia repeated not stopping her laughter until a few seconds later the woman's laughter suddenly vanished and Ezenia's facial expression turned flat.

Mr. Jack had always tried to understand Ezenia but he needed time. The characters this woman showed were very diverse.

"Cut the crap."

"So? What's your decision?"

"I agree."

Mr. Jack smiled with satisfaction. One of his henchmen entered whispering something into Mr. Jack's ear who immediately looked at Ezenia as if to say 'Get ready'.

Ezenia remained in place. Mr. Jack moved to sit on the sofa in the room until the door of the room was already wide open revealing the perpetrator of strangling Ezenia's neck.

Their eyes stared coldly at each other. However, the corners of Ezenia's lips immediately tugged slightly with a mischievous look that made Arcano's handsome face turn red with emotion.

"You guys are getting married!"Arcano stared murderously at Mr. Jack who was still casually sitting on his couch.

"You get married to this fucking bitch! I'm sure you'll still be able to make children with her."

"Watch your language, Arc!"

"I don't want to," Arcano argued, again throwing an unfriendly air at Ezenia.

From his furious expression, Ezenia knew Arcano was eager to eliminate her.

"You have no choice. Your son is familiar with him."

"My son follows my rules and you have no right to make decisions." Arcano challenged and Mr. Jack sighed.

"But you are still under my control. Have you forgotten whose name is behind you?"

Arcano wanted to shoot this haughty old man in the head but, considering everything belonged to Mr. Jack, Arcano couldn't help himself.

"Marry her. Make lots of children for me."

"Hurry up and go to hell!" Arcano cursed with no manners at all.

"I will leave. But only after seeing my grandchildren fill this residence."

"Do you think I'm the only living descendant of yours?"

"Your father is already in hell."

"Damn it!"

Ezenia was only a loyal spectator of Arcano and Mr. Jack's immoral debate.

She had no intention of interjecting at all as if she were a sitting statue.

"I don't want to hear your rebuttal. Marry her and do a good job."

Unable to argue with Mr. Jack's decision, Arcano finally agreed to marry Ezenia. Later that night, the two of them were taken to the church without any wedding clothes or the normal wedding attire.

Arcano wears a shirt without a suit and Ezenia is still in her knee-length dress.

All this was Arcano's wish. His life principles were difficult to disrupt. He was determined to marry only once and to a woman who had given birth to his child. Ezenia did not argue.

The beautiful woman with a long brown mane along her back looked resigned to standing on the altar forcing herself in the midst of pain in several parts of her body, especially the neck.

"Lord Arcano Zeilo Bramington! Are you willing to marry Miss Ezenia Vander Wealsen as your wife and life companion?" Asked the priest standing in front of the two.

Arcano's flat, disinterested face really made Ezenia look pitiful. She was like the most despicable woman who was inevitably married to a perfect man without any love between them.

"Mr. Arcano? Are you willing?" Mr. Jack, who was sitting in the back seat with his men neatly lined up around him, looked displeased at his grandson's arrogant behavior.

"Arcano!" reprimanded Mr. Jack.

Arcano disinterestedly replied in a lazy voice.

"I do."

"Miss Ezenia Vander Wealsen. Are you willing to accept Mr. Arcano as your husband and accompany him through the ups and downs of your marriage?"

"I do," Ezenia replied with a faint smile thrown at Arcano.

The man looked away in disgust. Ezenia didn't care, she maintained her happy face even though in her heart, she felt hurt that the once-in-a-lifetime marriage of her dreams had been ruined.

"Okay. You are now officially husband and wife before God and the state. Place the ring on your wife's finger, sir!"

Mr. Jack's men brought a box of heart-shaped rings. Arcano and Ezenia were required to face each other.

The ring box was opened. It revealed a ring made of gold covered with pave diamonds and a pair of pink diamonds.

"Please put it on Miss Ezenia's ring finger!" The priest directed.Ezenia extended her right hand. Arcano roughly gripped the woman's wrist until Ezenia winced.

Mr. Jack shook his head in disgust at how Arcano roughly pinned the ring to Ezenia's ring finger and even had Arcano's fingernail scratches injuring the poor woman's hand.

"Don't expect you to live a normal life," Arcano hissed, releasing his grip.

Ezenia rubbed the reddish marks on her wrist. She tried to remain casual and refrain from slapping Arcano.

"Now Miss put the ring on Master's ring finger!"

Arcano did not extend his hand at all. He wanted to see how cheaply Ezenia would force the ring onto his finger.

Seeing Arcano's silence, the priest was at a loss. He wanted to reprimand but Arcano's unfriendly handsome face really made him think twice.

"He is indeed very disgusting," Ezenia muttered with anger.

She briefly glanced at Mr. Jack from the tail of her beautiful eyes but the old man didn't budge as if giving Ezenia a platform to deal with Arcano's immoral behavior.

Having no other choice, Ezenia forcefully pulled Arcano's hand to maintain his stupid smile.

"My dear husband. You must not keep everyone waiting," Ezenia said softly as she pinned the ring on.

Arcano tightened his jaw as Ezenia impudently rubbed the back of his veined hand like a bitch.

"Cheap!" Arcano hissed, pulling his hand away spontaneously.

Ezenia didn't care. She stared casually at Arcano's crimson face which she admitted was indeed very handsome but, his bad temper made Ezenia disinterested.

If it wasn't for Mr. Jack, she would definitely not be willing to deal with this arrogant man. Ezenia would rather spend her time waiting for the man of her dreams.

"Now please kiss Mr., Miss!"

"No!" Arcano's objection was immediately dismissed from the altar.

Mr. Jack stood up from his seat bringing Arcano's steps to a halt. The man's lips were pressed tightly together trying not to destroy this place.

"Finish this marriage procession!"

"I've already married her. If you want, you kiss her," Arcano insisted, wanting to continue but Mr. Jack spoke up again.

"Continue or you will hear bad news after this. "Arcano turned around. He kicked a nearby chair making them sigh in defeat.

"I look forward to hearing about your death!" Umpat Arcano climbed back onto the altar to stare at killing Ezenia.

Without a word he grabbed Ezenia by the scruff of the neck and bit the woman's lower lip hard enough to bleed. Ezenia's eyes widened with both hands clenched with emotion but her body was already pushed by Arcano into the corner of the altar.

"ARCANO!"

"Don't jump!" Press Arcano grinned devilishly at Mr. Jack then left without turning to Ezenia.

Mr. Jack's men hurriedly helped Ezenia stand back up. They were concerned to see the blood on Ezenia's lips and again the woman's neck was still red from Arcano's strangulation.

"Miss! Are you alright?"

Ezenia did not answer. She wiped her lips and then hobbled down from the altar. Ezenia wanted to laugh at her current fate but it was unethical in front of everyone.

"You live in Arcano's mansion with his son!"

"What can I do with you," Ezenia replied flatly throwing the fantastically valuable wedding ring on the floor.

Mr. Jack sighed. It was still fortunate that Ezenia had managed not to lose control in front of Arcano. Mr. Jack certainly knew Ezenia's character who was also good at martial arts. The woman's soft hands had even broken the fingers of his men when he forced Ezenia to come to his residence in the past.

"Sir!" Gent, Mr. Jack's right hand came in.

The man of Arcano's age passed by Ezenia who did not look at him at all. It was as if the woman did not regard them as living human beings.

"Take him to Arcano's mansion! Remind him of what he has to do!" Mr. Jack commanded which Gent nodded.

Ezenia stood in front of the Church. She rubbed her neck and wrists alternately. Gent approached to stare at this simply dressed woman.

"Miss! I will escort you."

"Where is my cell phone?" Ezenia asked, following Gent into the car parked in front of the church.

The atmosphere was quiet as Mr. Jack's men had already prepared everything. Tonight was the worst night of her life.

"Your belongings are temporarily confiscated."

Ezenia's eyes widened. She wanted to protest but already knew what answer Gent would give.

"Damn!!! This old fart is out of his mind," Ezenia said, leaning her head against the car seat.

The shiny black limousine drove away from the church. Ezenia took a moment to rejuvenate her mind and body with the plan still in ashes.

Mr. Jack told her to subdue a bull like Arcano but it didn't seem easy. The man was so unapproachable that even while Emilia was alive, Ezenia had trouble seducing Arcano.

Even though Ezenia really wanted to make Emilia hurt when she snatched her husband.

"You died too soon," Ezenia muttered, closing her eyes.

Ezenia's memory returned to the moment of the accident on the train. Ezenia was no hypocrite. She was the one who pushed Emilia and until now there was no guilt or remorse in Ezenia's heart. She was not even satisfied with the tragedy of the innocent woman's death.

Being both mentally and physically exhausted, Ezenia fell asleep. She didn't want to enjoy any part of the journey because at the thought of living under the same roof with a man named Arcano, her legs were already weak.

After traveling for an hour, the car finally entered a large and dashing gate.

Gent glanced at the rearview mirror where Ezenia was still asleep. He was not hypocritical. Ezenia looked very beautiful with her straight, voluminous hair. The woman's sleeping face gave the most peaceful impression. No matter how heavy the problem on her shoulder was, she looked very relaxed with her thick sexy lips slightly parted and a naturally smooth face portion.

Her white skin was perfectly clear without the slightest blemish.

Because he was too absorbed in looking at Ezenia, Gent gasped when the car almost hit the pillar of the residence so he hurriedly braked suddenly.

Ezenia was almost thrown forward but luckily she quickly clung to the arm of the chair.

"You have an old grudge against me?" Ezenia hissed with only 20% consciousness left.

Her eyes were wide and lazy as she stared at Mr. Jack's henchman Gent.

"Sorry, Miss!"

"Tsk! Nothing's wrong," Ezenia grunted as she got out of the car.

Ezenia's eyes were stunned at the large, old American-style mansion before her. The classical dark ash colored expensive stone arrangement on the walls of this magnificent building gave it a sacred and unique impression.

"Wow! This is where Her Majesty Queen Emilia resides. Amazing," Ezenia marveled at this magnificent mansion.

Ezenia never went to Arcano's residence. She only watched from the outside. Meeting that man's son was also only a few times when at Mr. Jack's residence.

"Miss! I hope you still remember about Mr. Jack's assignment."

Hearing that Ezenia glared.

"You must not interfere."

"I'm just running errands."

"Hm. I'm just trying. If I can't, I don't want to waste the rest of my life with that damn man," Ezenia said with her lips slightly sore from Arcano's bite earlier.

There was no tremor when the man touched her lips. Ezenia was not a person who easily fell in love with a stranger.

"Please treat the little master well," Gent added as Ezenia began to limp to the porch of the residence.

"Do not harm him. The little master has nothing to do with this whole plan."

"You think I have no conscience?!" Ezenia argued without turning to Gent.

Gent remained silent. The moment Ezenia entered the large door, Gent left.

Ezenia's steps halted on the spacious ground floor. The rather large black bead scanned the entire room where no one greeted her.

Ezenia had high expectations of being welcomed by servants and becoming the grand mistress here. However, she was brought down by reality.

Moreover, Ezenia's eyes burned at the sight of a large photograph on the wall near the stairs which showed her twin Emilia with her signature wavy hair smiling softly holding a tiny baby with a handsome, flat-faced figure beside her.

The photo was not intimate at all. Arcano just stands like a complement. Maybe this was the beginning of Arcano melting on Emilia.

"Damn it," Ezenia said rubbing her neck which was getting sore.

Ezenia's eyes caught the presence of a middle-aged woman from the direction of the stairs. The figure approached and Ezenia guessed this was the butler here. "Don't expect to be greeted as you were when you arrived, Miss Emilia. Murderer!" The woman's scolding seemed to really hate Ezenia.

The air in this residence was really very gloomy as if Emilia's death had taken away all the cheerfulness.

Disgusted? Of course she was.

Ezenia felt resentment towards the people who were praising Emilia so much.

"Master's messenger already said that you're just a bitch who came to this residence. You're just like the servants and even lower than that."

"Is that so?" Ezenia asked pretending to be shocked.

That successfully made her interlocutor boil with emotion.

"You're such a bitch!!!"

"I don't have time to listen to your stinking mouth babble. Where is my son? I miss him so much!" Ezenia replied staring up the stairs.

"My son!!! Your new mommy is here!"

"Shut up! You're not his mother!" The butler interrupted furiously.

However, Ezenia was not one to obey. She continued to shout her stepson's name with no volume limit. "My son!!!"

"You..."

"My son!!!"

The butler lost his temper and wanted to pull Ezenia out of the residence but the 3-year-old's flat voice interrupted him. "Don't you dare touch her!" The strong intimidation was undeniable.

The butler stiffened in place. Ezenia's smile blossomed at the sight of the handsome boy with a face completely copying his father's good looks standing proudly at the top of the stairs with unfriendly eagle eyes on the butler. "Hey Boy!"

Ezenia walked lightly with the pain in her leg so that the little lord of the Bramington family would not ask too many questions.

"How are you? We met a month ago and you've gotten so handsome. I'm in love." Ezenia's sweet mouth was worth adding to her diabetes levels.

"Why are you only coming now? You promised to see me soon."

The boy's voice turned spoiled as he hugged Ezenia who was squatting on a step opposite him.

There was no look of arrogance and dislike on his face. He was like a kitten humping Ezenia's fierce chest.

"I tried to be quick, Ezio Zeilo Bramington!"

The boy named Ezio grunted and tightened his embrace around Ezenia's neck until he realized the wound on the white neck.

Instantly Ezio's face contorted in anger as he stared at the silent Ezenia.

"Who did this?" Asked in a possessive voice.

"Wh-what?" Ezenia's nerves suddenly became horrified.

"Who has injured your body?"

Ezenia felt her neck. She had forgotten that Ezio had a strange personality. From the moment they met, Ezio had claimed Ezenia as his own.

"Answer Eze!"

"It's strangled," Ezenia honestly thought out loud.

Hearing that, Ezio's blood boiled even more. He stood tall and glared at the butler who had been looking for trouble with Ezenia.

"Did you do it?" Ezio threatened.

"N-no, little master!"

"Then who?" Ezio's rage grew even more furious.

"ME!" A defiant voice from the direction of the door diverted all axes of attention.

The two eagles of men of different ages clashed hotly and fiercely. Ezenia herself wondered why Ezio was so possessive of her.