The Engagement Chaos

Prologue

I cursed when I heard gunshots one after another. I moved so quickly that my footsteps ran noiselessly to hide. I caught my breath when I saw a door. I first positioned myself on the side and prepared the gun before I slowly opened the door.

I immediately pointed the gun in front of me when I entered the room. I was relieved to see that no one else was there. I closed the door and immediately hid behind the big boxes that were there when I heard a voice from outside.

"Find her! Find that bitch! Dead or alive!"

I took a deep breath. I guess I pissed off their ugly boss.

"Hey, V., are you still alive?"

I raised my eyebrows and adjusted my earpiece before answering. "Alive and kicking, Archer."

I heard his laugh, and I just got tired. Thanks to him, he is not inside this mansion; otherwise, I will make him a shield from the enemies.

"How many are left?" I asked.

"Five goons plus the ugly lord, so six."

I cursed. I only have three bullets left and a hunting knife. I shouldn't miss my shots. So that I only have two problems and will fight with a knife.

"You know, Archer. Why don't you come down here and help me? So you're useful." I said while fixing the handkerchief on my wounded arm. The bleeding stopped, and the pain is bearable, so I know that I can still do it even without his help. I'm just annoyed that he doesn't do anything while watching me through his sniper scope.

"I helped you already, V. I already killed five people for you."

"And I killed thirty, so thanks a lot." I said with a lot of sarcasm to him. He chuckled.

"I saw you rolling your eyes." he said, so I looked at the window of that room. I raised my middle finger, and that earned a laugh from him.

"Tracer, where are they?" I asked my other partner for that mission because Archer was not a sensible person to talk to.

"Three are on that floor, and the other two are with the boss on the third floor."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. I took a deep breath before leaving the room I was hiding in.

I did a light run, so I couldn't make any sound. I made my way to the stairs, hoping to get to the drug lord first, but before I got to the stairs, I saw a man coming down there. He also seemed surprised to see me and was about to pull out a gun, but I moved faster and got ahead of him. I shot his head to make sure he was dead immediately.

It seems that the two men felt the commotion I made because I saw them approaching me. They immediately opened fire, so I quickly hid behind the stairs. I waited until they ran out of bullets before I went out and quickly fired one after the other.

And boom. Just like that, three men were already dead. And I'm out of bullets, so I took the gun from the man on the stairs. I smiled. Five bullets. Cool.

I quickly climbed the stairs and went to the office of the drug lord in this mansion. This is definitely where the broken one is hiding. And I also know that when I open this door, two of his men will rain bullets on me.

But oh well. Fuck it. Let's do this. Head on!

I kicked the door with all my might to open it. And I wasn't wrong. They immediately started shooting at me, so I hid behind the wall that was there. For sure, they'll run out of bullets very soon.

When the sound of gunshots stopped, I came out of my hiding place. I saw two of the drug lord's men who looked like they were going to change the magazine of their gun, but I didn't let them and immediately shot them in the head.

Boom. Head shot. Dead.

The ugly lord tried to point his gun at me, but I shot his hand, so he let go of the gun. He tried to run away, but I shot his leg this time. He knelt down and looked at me with pleading eyes.

"No, please. Spare me." he begged. I just laughed.

"I heard you calling me a bitch earlier, and you won't get away easily because of that." I said, and I immediately put the hunting knife I had on his leg without hitting it. He groaned in pain and started to call me by my name again.

"You bitch! I will fucking kill you!" he said angrily to me. I was so annoyed that I pulled out the knife from his leg and was about to stab it again when I heard Tracer's voice.

"The El Ordre wanted him alive, V." He said that I stopped. I tsked before I cleaned my knife with the ugly Lord's shirt.

"Clean up this mess. I'll see you in our place." I said to Tracer and Archer before I left the mansion and got on my MV Agusta. I heard Archer's whistle in my earpiece.

"Damn that sexy motorcycle." he said when he saw me riding the MV Agusta. I just laughed and put on the helmet before driving away from that mansion.

When I arrived at the condo where we were staying for that mission, Violet immediately met me to clean my arm wound.

"You're here, so I'm guessing that the mission was a success." she said, and I just laughed. She doesn't seem to need an answer.

Half an hour had passed, and Violet had already finished dressing my wound when Tracer and Archer arrived. They immediately sat next to me on the sofa I was sitting on. Tracer immediately opened his laptop, while Archer took the sniper out of the bag to clean it.

"How's your wound?" Archer asked.

"Far from the intestine," I said. I saw Violet raise her eyebrows because she didn't understand what I said, but she didn't ask anymore.

"They already wired the money to our account." Tracer said, His face still focused on the laptop but turning to me as well. "The mission is a success."

I immediately noticed Tracer's eyes were grey. His stare was so intense and brooding that I wouldn't be surprised if many women chased after him. That's it. Tracer also seems to be chasing a girl.

"Alright. I'll go home now," I said before standing up. They just nodded at me, so I quickly left that room.

It was dark in the mansion when I arrived. What else do I expect at three o'clock in the morning? Because that ugly lord is skinny. There were so many people that it took us a while to complete the mission.

I immediately took a shower to remove the smell of blood and gun powder from my body. I let my hair dry before I put on my underwear and lay down on the bed. I'm used to just wearing a bra and pants when I sleep. Comfortable and without hindrance to the body.

When I woke up, the maid said Papa was calling me to his office. Even though I knew it was important, I managed to take a shower and eat breakfast before going to his office in our mansion.

"You want to talk to me, Dad?" I asked. He pointed to the chair in front of his table, so I sat there. He sighed. He propped his two elbows on the table and stared at me seriously.

"Vexen, you know that I love you and I want the best of you, right?" he said. Even though I wondered what he was doing, I nodded. "You're already twenty-five and not getting any younger. And I'm old too. So I want to see you get married before I die."

I swallowed. I don't think I'll like what Papà has to say to me. "And?"

"I want you to marry the second son of the Mancini." he said, making my eyes widen.

"I'm sorry, Papà. I must have heard wrong. Potrebbe ripetare per favore?" (Can you please say that again?)

"Voglio che tu sposi il secondogenito dei Mancini." He repeated what he said, so I really stood up.

"No! No, Papa. I won't marry him!"

"Vexen! I already made a promise to Mr. Mancini that you would marry his second son!"

I shook my head. What's the trick again? I will marry Mancini's slender son. Maybe instead of him protecting me, I will protect him!

"No, Papa! I will not marry him!"

"You will not embarrass me at the Mancini, Vexen!"

I laughed. Why is it because he's making an agreement? He's not the one getting married!

"All my life I've been following your orders, Papà! Even if it's dangerous for me! I followed your orders with no complaints, so please, just this once. Spare me just this once, Papà!"

"No, Vexen! If you will not marry the second son of Mancini, then forget that you have a father! And I will forget you and treat you as a dead person if you say no again!"

I couldn't believe I was looking at my father. I wanted to cry, but I was so surprised that he could tell me that. Just because I won't marry the Mancini family, will he forget that I'm his daughter? I laughed and shook my head, one after another.

"No. I will not marry the Mancini, and if that's what you want, then I will forget that I have a father, too." I said before I left his office and went to my room.

I took out my suitcase and started packing. I know that Papa will still force me to get married until I'm here in his house, so it's better if I leave. It's better that he doesn't find me. I know he will find a way to make the marriage work.

I know my father too well. He's cunning and manipulative. and I will not let him control me for the rest of my life.

"Tracer, make me a fake passport and book me a flight to the England."

"Give me an hour." He said before hanging up on me.

I quickly finished packing and left the mansion I grew up in. I felt sad, but the desire to be free prevailed over me. If even my marriage is controlled by Papa, I know I will never be free.

I took a taxi and was immediately taken to the mental institution there. I told the nurse the name of the person I was going to visit, and she immediately took me to where he was. I saw him sitting alone in the garden and looking up. I came and sat next to him.

"I'm leaving," I said. I looked at him and felt hurt when he remained that way. "I'm so sorry. I just don't want Papà to control me anymore."

I couldn't stop my tears. I can't really let Dad control my life anymore. All my life, I did everything that he told me to do. To make him proud. to make him proud of me, but it still looks like it's not enough.

"I promised that I'd stay by your side, but it seems that I can't do it anymore. I want to be free. I really can't do it anymore. I'm really suffocating."

My lips parted as he slowly looked down at me. I immediately noticed the scar under his left eye, down to his jaw. But even so, he is still handsome to me. At first, his eyes had no emotions. But later, he also smiled at me. A sad smile.

"I'm sorry, Vexen. I should be the one taking care of you, but I can't because I'm here. I'm useless, brother." he said, which made me cry even more. I shook my head. He held both of my cheeks and wiped my tears.

"Don't say that. You're the best big brother for me." I saw him smile at what I said and hug me tightly.

"Just go, Vexen. Be free. I'll get better and be able to come out here to take care of you. That's a promise."

I also hugged him and cried on his shoulders. When I calmed down, I let go of his hug and smiled at him.

"Guarisci presto. Till we meet again, Brother Vander."

After I left the hospital, I immediately saw Tracer waiting for me there. He handed me the envelope containing the fake passport, fake IDs, and my plane ticket.

"You have two hours left before your flight. Are you really sure about this?" he asked, and I nodded.

"I don't want to be imprisoned forever, Tracer. This is for my freedom."

He stared at me. Maybe it's to find the certainty in my face. When he saw that, he nodded.

"I will follow. Besides, my goddess is in the England." he said, making me laugh.

"Are you sure it's safe to tell me that?" I will ask. He just gave me his smirk before letting me get into his car, and he drove me to the airport.

When I got on the plane, I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt better and smiled. I feel like I'm about to be free.

I know that Papa will never think of me hiding in the England. I know that he will think that I will not risk my own life. Because of that, I have many enemies. Many people want to kill me in that country.

but I'd rather die fighting the enemy than be imprisoned in a life I don't know I'll ever be happy with.

"Vexen, I understand your situation, but I hope you understand our situation as well."

I sighed. I made sure he could hear my sigh, which wasn't hard to do because we called each other on the cell phone.

I left my laptop in front of me and went to the kitchen. I put the cellphone to my ear and shoulder first so I could talk to him while I was trying to make coffee.

"I'm really sorry, Lindsay. I'm having a writer's block." I told him while putting creamer in my coffee, then I poured hot water over it and stirred.

"I understand, Vexen. I understand that writers really have phases like that. But it's been one week since your last update! The readers are already demanding!"

I took my coffee mug and brought it to my room. I sat down again in front of my laptop and sipped coffee. I didn't bother to turn on the light, even though it was dark outside.

Yes. Now this is life.

"Okay. I'm sorry, Lindsay. I'll try to send the update on Saturday." That will be three days from now.

"No! I want you to send the update tomorrow night!"

My eyes literally widened at what he said. I was thrown out of my chair and almost spilled my coffee.

"Shit!" I cursed.

"What? Did you curse me?" Lindsay asked in disbelief on the other line. I immediately shook my head, even though he couldn't see me.

"No, no. Of course not. But tomorrow night, really? Can't it be on Saturday?" I softened my voice. Maybe it will work again.

"No, Vexen. Tomorrow night. Or else we won't publish this book."

I held my breath. The truth is, it's not really a loss for me if what I write doesn't become a book. Writing is just my hobby. When I'm not doing missions, I'm writing. That's it. I didn't think that my work would be noticed, and someone offered me a publication company to publish my stories. I said yes-additional expenses at least. But if I had known that they would be so angry with the update, I would not have agreed.

"Alright.I'll send the update tomorrow night," I said before sighing again.

"Promise?" He said that I was like a child.

"Yeah, yeah. I have to think for the scenes now. Bye." I didn't wait for him to speak anymore and immediately hung up.

I stared at the draught on my laptop. I only have five hundred words, and I need to pass about three thousand words. I'm barely halfway through. And I don't know where to get ideas because nothing really pops into my head.

Shit!

My reprimanded brain hasn't gotten along yet. Instead of thinking about the next scenes of my story, my mind travelled. Two years ago. It's great, isn't it?

I remembered the reason why I am here today. My father wanted me to marry the second son of the Mancinis. But I declined. He already controlled my life, and now he even wants to control my marriage life? No way. I will not agree. I'm tired of being trapped in a life that I'm not happy with.

In addition, my fiancee is thin. I saw him once when he had a party and his family was also invited. handsome, but that's it. Thin.

At first, I was afraid to live alone. I'm also used to Papà always being able to support me; he always gives me luxury in exchange for the things he makes me do. And I can't refuse. Even though my life was in danger because of his wishes, I did it because I was still afraid. I don't have any money yet, and I can't stand on my own.

but now that I've saved up because of the missions I'm doing, I've got courage. Even more, I met people who were, let's say, not ordinary people because they were different from being normal. They helped me hide from my father. even though I don't know what their real names really are.

Tracer was the one who created my fake persona as well as kept an eye on what my father was doing. Of course, with the approval of El Ordre, a secret organisation that we're working for, Fortunately, they allowed me to make this request. If not, I don't really know where to pick it up.

Archer is the one who helped me find a house. He is also the one talking to El Ordre about my missions so that my father will not find me because he also has a connection with that organisation. So Archer does the talking for me.

And Violet. She's always checking on me. She actually even learned to speak Tagalog just to make me feel bad here in the Philippines. Even though she receives more assignments from El Ordre, she never forgets to say hello to me.

I stopped thinking when I heard a sound from the balcony of my room. Someone tried to pick the lock on the sliding door. I quietly left my seat and took the gun that was under my pillow. I quickly went to the side of the sliding door and waited for her to enter. and when the intruder went in, I immediately grabbed her arm and slammed her into the wall. I put her hand on her back and pointed my gun at her head.

Wait. Her?

"Woah! Easy there, V! It's me! The other V!"

I let go of her as soon as I finished talking to her and quickly turned on the light. and there I saw Violet massaging her left shoulder. It looks like I've been praised.

"Geez. Don't try to kill me next time, will you?" She said, she was annoyed with me, so I made her suffer.

"Geez, try to use the front door next time, will you?" I imitate her. "Why are you passing by when my house has a door and a doorbell?" I asked and hid the gun under my pillow.

Violet sat down on my bed. She took off her boots and then laid down completely.

"I can't find my keys, eh. I think it fell." I was about to laugh at her because I heard her weird accent again, but I couldn't because of what she said.

"What?! Are you fucking kidding me, Violet?! You lost your spare key?! What if someone else gets it, and worse, the enemy?! My caution will be useless!"

"Geez, you're so noisy!" She said, she was annoyed, so I took the pillow and threw a stone at her. She threw me back. "I'll tell Shielder to change your locks, okay? If you want more high-tech!"

I just tortured her and sat down in front of my laptop again. It looks like I won't be able to update it anymore because of Violet.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I was nearby, and I was too lazy to go home, so I decided to sleep here." She said, and I hit her with a pillow.

"No way, Violet! There might be an enemy following you, and it's 'lazy, not lazy!"

She didn't answer me and just laid down. I hit her with a pillow to wake her up, but she didn't move. I sighed and looked at my laptop again. We were in that position when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Violet, who I thought was sleeping, quickly got up and pulled out a gun. I again took my gun from under the pillow and took a position next to the door.

When the door opened, I immediately pointed the gun at him and was about to pull the trigger when I saw him. I tsked when I saw the smirk on his lips.

"Take it easy, girls. It's me." he said, raising both hands as if surrendering to the police. Disgusted, I put the gun back under my pillow and sat down again.

"What are you doing here?" Violet asked, saying that I should be the one asking because this is my house.

"I just want to check on V to see if she's still alive," he said as he sat on the sofa there. "How are the bride and groom?"

I gave him a bad look. "Stop me, Archer," I said, and he just chuckled.

"You look like Jensen Ackles," Violet said as she stared at Archer. The man frowned.

"What?"

"They say you look like Dean Winchester from Supernatural." I translated what Violet said and looked at her. "It should be 'you really look like', Violet." She just shrugged and lay back on the bed.

"Is that beautiful?" Archer asked me.

"Great!' the fool grinned.

"Am I handsome?"

"No." His smile disappeared. I looked at him seriously. "Why are you here?" I asked. I know just as well that Archer won't come here for nothing. And I was right because his face became serious.

"I heard from Tracer that your father is looking for you in Albania now."

I held my breath. For two years, Papa never stopped looking at me. It looks like he won't stop until I marry Mancini's daughter. Fortunately, he didn't think that I was hiding in the England.

"I'm sure your father will eventually find out that you're hiding here in the England. He just doesn't think about it now because you have many enemies here. But what if he finds you? What will you do?"

I couldn't speak immediately. My plan was to find a man I would love and ask him to marry me right away. Or anyone just willing to break up with me afterwards. But in the job I have, it's not easy to trust other people.

"I need to immediately find a man who will agree to marry me and then divorce me." I looked at Archer. "Are you the only one?" I laughed when he looked at me as if he hated me.

"I'd rather die! Spare me! I don't want to get married!"

I just laughed at his reaction. What I know is that someone doesn't believe in the word 'love'. I'm waiting for Cupid to shoot him so I can see how I can make him fall in love and at least make me laugh. But I stopped laughing when I saw what time it was.

"Shit! It's one in the morning!"

I quickly pulled Violet upright, who looked like she had really fallen asleep. I also pulled Archer before opening my bedroom door and pushing them out.

"Go home! I still need to write an update on my story!" I said while pushing them.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we got outside my house. Violet immediately got into her Triumph Daytona and drove away without even saying goodbye.

"V." I looked at Archer with serious eyes. "Your brother got out of the hospital."

I was surprised by what he said. I didn't expect that. It seems that this is really the reason why he came to my house. He just couldn't say it earlier because Violet was there.

"Is he well?" I asked, unable to hide my pleasure. contrary to Archer's dark face.

"I don't know. But remember this, V. If he insults my friend's family again or my friend himself, I will forget that he is your brother."

I nodded to him. I know what he and Tracer did for the favour I asked them. Even though brother Vander's fault was big with his friend's family, they still did the favour I asked for. So I should thank them more.

"I understand," I said. He stared at me for a while before sighing and slowly smiling.

"You still don't have a neighbor, huh? You can whine loudly."

My eyes widened because of what he said, and I punched his arm. What a fool! I even sympathized with his lewdness and forgot that I was a woman!

But I'm used to it. especially when I'm partnered with men in the assignment given to us by El Ordre and I'm the only woman. Pure obscenity comes out of their mouths. But even so, they know how far they can make a joke. and I know that Archer only said that to make me forget what he said about brother Vander.

"Tu piezza di merda!" I was rude to him, but he just laughed.

"I love you too!" he said. That's why I gave him such a strong blow that he fell down. I tormented him and entered the house. When Archer jokes, there is no end.

When I heard his car leave, I breathed a sigh of relief. Silence immediately surrounded me, so this is also the house I chose because it is at the very end and no one lives in the house next to mine. I need silence to think of a scene in the story I'm making.

I immediately held my breath when I remembered what Archer had said earlier. I know how angry they are as friends with my brother Vander. And I'm scared because I know what they'll do the next time their friend gets hurt.

I just wish that brother Vander was really okay now. The last time I talked to him was two years ago, and we were able to talk rationally. It means that there was an improvement before. I really hope he's gone. I want to see him, but I can't because he's in Italy, where my papa is.

I just really miss my Brother Vander so bad.

I went back to my room and sat in front of the laptop again. I stared at it. I was in that position for a few moments before I tried to type words. Luckily, words started flooding my mind.

"She found out that he is actually the devil that she's been hunting for all her life-the one who killed her family. The one who made her feel like a living corpse. And the one whom she loves the most."

I stopped typing and took a sip of coffee. It's a bit cold, and I should brew something new, but I shouldn't stand or be disturbed because I'll lose my momentum. Even now, the words are entering my brain.

"Why?" she asked him. It was looking straight into his eyes that captured her heart. "Why did you lie to me? Why did you pretend that you're a hunter and help me find the devil, which was actually you? Was it fun playing with me like that?"

Tears started rolling down her cheeks. She wanted to stop it. She wanted to stop crying and show the devil that she was a strong woman. but her heart is betraying her. Especially that she's looking at the man with whom she thought she'd spend her remaining time.

I took a deep breath and imagined myself to be the woman so that I could better express her attitude. I smiled as more words came to mind.

This place is really good for a writer like me. Quiet and peaceful.

But that silence and peace of mine only lasted for a minute because I heard a noise from the other house. I think it sounds like an electric guitar. That was followed by a sound coming from a drum set.

Disgusted, I stood up and looked at the house next door. Maybe it's just a hallucination. But when I saw that the inside of the house was bright, I realize what I was hearing was true. Does that mean someone lives next door to me? Do I have a neighbour?

I went back in front of my laptop and tried to type again, but I couldn't because it was so loud! It's early in the morning, and now they've decided to do band practice! It's obvious that they're a band because I can't hear just one guitar! Plus, they even have a drummer!

Shit! I intend to finish my story in half now and go to sleep tomorrow morning so I can continue it when I wake up and pass it right away! but the plan was ruined because of the noise from the neighbour!

Whoever they are, they must be brainless! Don't they think people are asleep and turning blue?

Annoying! When I start to write, there is a disturbance!

I was so annoyed that I finished the coffee and took the mug out of the house. I intend to throw that mug of mine at their skulls. Maybe their brains will work and think that they are disturbing.

I was still walking because of the annoyance I was feeling. Oh really! The peace that I felt earlier is quickly disappearing because of those who have been crushed!

I arrived at their front door. The sound became louder and more noisy now that I was close to them. Next, I rang the doorbell. The sound stopped, but I didn't stop ringing their doorbell. Until no one opens the door, I will not stop here!

I was about to throw the coffee mug I was holding at the person who opened the door, but I was stopped. My lips parted when I saw the colour of his eyes.

His left eye is grey in colour, while his right eye is light green. And that's not all. The man's body was still lying in front of me because he was only wearing pants and no top. I can see his arm muscles and his six-pack abs. I was sweating when I looked up at his v-line.

Eyes up, Vexen!

"What do you need?"

I swallowed when I heard his voice. It felt so good to hear that. I forced myself to look up at his face. and I stared at the most handsome man that I've ever met.

Apart from his amazing eyes, I also immediately noticed his thick eyebrows. His nose is perfect, and his lips look so red, as if he just finished kissing. His face looks so fierce and serious. the type that makes you cringe immediately when he looks at you.

"Miss? Are you just going to stand there? You're disturbing."

I came to my senses because of what he said, but I forgot what I was doing here in front of their house. Why did I come here?

I just looked down at the mug I was holding.

"Uhm... Do you have any coffee?" Shit! That was the dumbest thing that I've said in my entire life.

I saw the handsome man's face frown and stare at me. My breathing hitched, and my heart started to beat fast for an unknown reason.

"Death! Who is that? Just do it here inside and not at the door." I heard a man ask inside, followed by the laughter of the three men.

But wait. His name is Death. Did I hear it right?

"Do you really want coffee?" asked the man in front of me, who ignored his friend inside.

I was surprised when he stepped closer to me. I stepped back, but he wrapped one of his hands around my waist and pulled me close to his body. I panicked because I could literally feel his body heat because he didn't have any clothes on. I can free myself from his grip easily if I try, but there's something in his mismatched eyes that I can't even tell. and my traitorous body seemed to like the feeling of our bodies being close together.

He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered.

"I saw you eye-raping my body earlier. We can have sex but not today since we're having a band practice. So see you tomorrow instead, coffee girl." he said before releasing me and turning his back. He entered his house and closed the door in my face. I was left stunned and processing what happened.