Irresistible Invitations

Unknown Pov

There is only one thing which I hated the most in this world and it was getting defeated.

As I looked towards the magnificent painting of a demon which hung in front of my bed on the wall, I couldn’t just help but to feel worthless for getting defeated.

The demon in the picture looked so real, it was as if it was watching me through the painting. It’s eye matched the one whose I feared the most. My Grandfather’s eye. The demon with its intense green eye, black body and black with shades of red and green aura was the true personality of my Grandfather. My Grandfather was the one who taught me how to be ruthless, greedy and a powerful mean. He was my mentor. He turned me into this self-obsessed man and truthfully I am glad that he turned me like this or else I would’ve buried under the ground a long time ago.

The painting was made by a fellow friend of my Grandfather. According to him, he brought my Grandfather’s personality into his painting. And I was sure those who had witnessed my Grandfather’s wrath wouldn’t deny the fact that this painting truly mirrored his personality.

I sighed as I tried to move on the bed and sat on a sit up position leaning against the headboard and wincing when I felt a sharp pang on my the side of my stomach.

“Darn” I hissed in pain and touched the place when I felt it getting wet. Just as I thought, I raised the shirt from my stomach and the touched the area where I felt the pain, my finger touched the blood that was certainly oozing out from the wound that I got just a few days back.

The blood on my finger reminded me of my Defeat. A word that I loathed the most in this world.

“Defeat” I found myself muttering the word wiping the blood out of my finger using the tissue from my bedside.

I would’ve been dead if my Grandfather were alive right now. He would’ve killed me with his own hand seeing me in this condition. A part of me actually relieved that today he wasn’t there in this world to witness my condition or else god only knew what he would have done first to me then to the person who was responsible for this wound.

I ran a hand through my hair and then bent a little, hissing on the effort and pressed the bell calling of my servant.

A few seconds later a man hurried in almost huffing and panting clearly showing that he ran all the way to reach me as quickly he can. He bowed his head and composed himself, his black hair falling on his forehead as he sweated badly which showed his nervousness.

“Where is Denvar?” I asked the young man who wasn’t responsible for the call that I just did.

“Uh Father is away for some work given by Madam herself” he managed to speak and the word Father caught my attention.

“Denvar is your father?” I asked as I gulped down the water from the glass wanting to ease my thirst.

“Yes, Sir. He is my father” he replied in a low voice.

“I see. How old are you?” I asked shocked by myself that I was even interested to know. Maybe the fact that I was alone and bedridden from the past few days made me ask all those stupid questions to the boy much to his discomfort. He looked like he wanted to get out of my room as soon as he could.

“Se-Seventeen. I am Seventeen Sir” he spoke stuttering and I nodded.

“Too young,” I thought.

“Bring me my food. I am hungry and make sure to bring me a glass of red wine. Also, ask Mother to pay me a visit” I ordered him and he nodded but stood there not moving an inch.

“What is it?” I questioned.

you wine till you get better S-Sir” he spoke with fear

I told you” I barked and within a second

back on the headboard. Using the remote control I lowered the

side effects are killing me.

and I furrowed my eyebrows before picking up the call from a certain unexpected person.

you are now in a condition to speak” the man chuckled when I picked up the

“Shut up and just speak up What is it?” I asked

the gratitude from the person whom I saved from dying a few days ago?” He replied sarcastically and I rolled my eyes at his comment.

“Willi I am certainly not in a mood to chit chat with you right now. I see you don’t have anything important to tell so I’m hanging up” I was

you” he spoke in his serious

hand who is a German but at very young age he was trained by my Grandfather’s companion in order to accompany me as my trusted Man. In personality, he was the most cunning and intelligent man. He would sense problems before it came in our way and would smartly have some ideas to destroy those problems or to avoid it by some ways. But as far as I have known him he was the most secretive man one would ever meet. Nobody would ever find his trace whenever a crime is suspected. God only knows how he

share of darker sides to deal with too. His irrational nature and amoral nature don’t make for the greatest company, though more on a personal level than

assures this isn’t the case very often. To make matters worse he’s also possessive, disrespectful and narrow-minded, but in an odd way, they’re balanced by habits of being balanced as well.

he’s notorious. Even the best intentions have been soured because of this and his dishonesty, but different strokes for different folks I guess.

Unfortunately, his insensitivity is usually lurking and ready to spoil the fun. There are so many negative things about him yet there is something which makes him the most trusty man one would ever

I

another is the opposite. So

Bad one first” I spoke readily to face the bad news.

me and almost immediately I

more defeat.

good news?” I asked impatiently.

found a way to reach him”.

was Willi always had his fair share of solutions and always ready for the problems.

what are you waiting for? Finish everything and make sure nothing is tracked or spilled” I told him and he

am already working on it. I will do this by myself” he told

got caught. Do you think any other man

tell him that Freddy was no longer needed. Sure, he was also the most trusty man here and I have been with him from god

“I will also miss him” I heard Willi sighing

was never from the kind of person who would ever show emotions for anyone.

him a less painful death,” I told him

looked up at the ceiling. My gaze again fell on the painting which

be the type of person that you have made me. Following your footsteps, I have reached this far in my life. I hope you are happy with me” I spoke to

my eyes I knew who was the person.

many times do I need to tell you? Knock before you walk in Mother?” I asked as I opened my eyes and looked at the woman dressed in an elegant black gown with hair made into in a neat bun. Always in her high-class appearance.

made her way towards me and sat on the

need my son’s permission to enter his room” she spoke as she crossed her hands over another on her lap waiting for me to

my privacy,” I told her to which she rolled her eyes and the next