HER END

1 WEEK LATER...

One week has passed since the maiden left the Brethren City after Klauss sends her abroad. All the scandal and rumors about her involvement in the murder case are completely over and her sudden resignation left her fans from all over the world shocked and wondering. During her absence, Yelena has been seeking the maiden for two weeks. She couldn't find traces of Sumire anywhere in the city.

"That fucking bitch!" Bared teeth, Yelena clenches her hand on the table in fury. She didn't think Victoria would confess what she knew in public. She even cleared Sumire's name. Yelena thought Mort would kill her right away but she was wrong. But what made her fume mad, Sumire resigned from the entertainment industry and left the country.

She could have killed Sumire since she had a spy inside the Massoullèves' domain. Yelena even sent a pilot to assassinate the maiden inside when she boarded the plane but the pilot's decapitated head returned to her that very day. It was also that day she lost information about Sumire's location. She vanished like a bubble pop in the wind, didn't even leave a single trace of her existence and Yelena knew Mort was the one who did it.

Yelena even made a call to the Manor of the Massoullèves to inform them that Sumire was missing from the private airplane she was supposed to be taking so they will come and look for the maiden but they didn't believe her. The Massoullèves told her Sumire was boarded on another airplane and it was Blanche who took her abroad.

Yelena tried to get information about their claim but she got nothing. Irritation surged up inside her.

"I should have killed her in the church. Now I can't track her anymore. Where the fuck is she?" Bitterness swept across her face, Yelena slammed the vase she had on the wall out of frustration. Her head is throbbing so hard from finding Sumire and now the impending war between Oddesseau and Aslanov is getting closer.

Yelena opened the bottle of champagne and drank it until it was half full. She then threw it against the wall, letting all the broken pieces clutter the floor. Her men who were standing and guarding outside the door didn't seem to hear anything. They remain unmoved in their position even after hearing the loud sound of breaking bottles and glasses their Boss throwing and smashing against the wall. It's as if it happens naturally every day and is nothing new to them. And they are not in the main manor of the Oddesseaus either, so Yelena can freely do broke things to let out her rage without worrying about the Gordeux being angry with her.

Her veins now protruded in her head as extreme annoyance reigned inside her. She doesn't understand why every time she gave the order to kill Sumire, her plans always backfired and life is the price to be paid. How can she kill her? many people around the maiden are ready to risk their lives to save her without having a second thought. Even her foolish brother, Trevor died because of Sumire. Yelena wondered what is it about Sumire that she even tamed the most feared beast who holds the highest mafia rank in the Underground.

"If I do the same thing I did to Dieu to kill her, I know it won't work. Especially now that I had no idea where she is. I couldn't track her location, fuck it!" Yelena angrily hissed and threw the frame she was holding onto the wall.

The small pieces of broken crystal scattered on the cold floor of her room. She didn't give a damn care if she stepped on it, especially since she was wearing shoes. The wine she threw stained the wall in crimson red.

"How can I kill a mere human who is almost invincible to death?" Fist meeting the wall, Yelena burst into tears out of frustration.

"I know he is coming for me and any second Mort will appear to take my miserable life but I can't stay still and fucking wait for that day to come. I need to do something like take everything down with me. Like creating that biggest chaos." Yelena said with a manic smile that a hint of desperation and rage can be heard in her voice.

Yelena was shaking with anger. Sumire's face haunted her every damn minute. The fact that the maiden was out there and still breathing, made her go insane. Victoria added to her frustration. Even though she knew where the actress was, she couldn't go to her, especially since she was now in the hands of Creux Morosov. Even though Creux was not a Mafia, nobody tried to bump or cross him. Everyone in the Underground is aware the brothel owner was under Mort's protection. Yelena knows the connection between the two men is pure business and there is no bond as Mafias. But knowing Mort, she knows that the man is also giving everything to CION Brothel.

"That bitch I want to smash her to death!" She was breathless in anger. If only Victoria was in front of her right now, that poor actress had no escape from her anger. Yelena would make sure Victoria would suffer in her hands before sending her to the afterlife. At least a little bit of her anger will be alleviated and calm herself down, especially since there is a coming war against the Aslanovs and Oddesseau.

She should be getting ready now but she can't calm herself. Anger curled hot and unstoppable inside her, like a blazing inferno that wanted to scorch her from the inside out. Her brain doesn't want to calm down either. Yelena felt like she was going crazy. The intense anger curled her chest and her head is spinning and threatened to explode. She felt she had wasted many opportunities to kill Sumire and now she was thinking about those chances that were just wasted. She felt fucking stupid. 'I should've killed her myself.' Gritting her teeth, Yelena said while killing Sumire over and over again in her mind. 'I have many chances to kill her. What a fucking waste.' She added.

After 30 minutes, Yelena destroyed everything that could be broken inside her room. And even if she blows up her entire mansion, her anger will never subside. She would carry the heavy feeling that resided within her for the rest of her life.

Yelena's phone suddenly rang and she unconsciously answered it without even looking at the caller.

"Yes?" She said with a monotonous tone as the caller on the other line audibly sighed heavily.

"This is Yakov."

Yelena was stopped. Stunned, she looked at the screen and the number that called her was not registered in her phone. And she was certain it is Yakov because of the sound of his voice.

"What do you need?" She asked irritably. Supposedly, there is a war going on between the Brute Agency and the Aslanovs according to her source. Yelena couldn't fathom in her mind how this man decided to be Mort's pet. She didn't know why the table suddenly flips between them. She was expecting bloodshed and the report dismayed her.

Yelena didn't bother to know. She couldn't care less especially since she is facing more problems. Now she was wondering why he called. Yakov took a deep breath before answering.

"Aren't you curious about who your real parents are?" His sudden question made Yelena frown. It never crossed her mind or raised her curiosity about her true parents. For what reason? They abandoned her. She had no reason to think about them anymore. They have no place in her life.

"No. Are you playing games right now? Why? did you find him? And now you are using them to lure me out? Bruh, you are fucking dumb if you're using that tactic because it won't work on me. Even if you'll kill them in front of me, I don't give a damn care! If you want, I'll kill them myself. Don't fucking call me again!" Her smooth brow puckered in a frown, Yelena angrily shouted on the phone. Yakov could feel her rage on the line.

"Yelena wait-" Yakov was cut off when Yelena didn't let him finish and hung up on him.

'Are they dumb?!' Yelena irritably hissed. Yakov called again, but this time she blocked the young man's number and threw her phone at the wall, which was easily destroyed.

Yelena came out of her room. The horde of men bowed and followed after her except for one man who called the maidservants.

"How's Dad?" She asked with a cold, rigid face.

"There are meetings he is attending now. Many clans have decided to join and support him in the war against the Aslanovs." The man replied with his head slightly bowed.

"What about the other side?" Yelena asked again, referring to the Aslanovs.

"I didn't notice any odd movement among them. The Aslanovs are too complacent. It seems like they are not facing a war. They're unbothered at all." He replied making Yelena smirk.

"They're so full of themselves. Good for them. This is the last remarkable war between Oddesseau and Aslanov. I'll make sure to wipe them out from the surface of the world even if it costs my life just to get rid of them."

Yelena uttered in loathe unaware of Mort's presence behind her and the people who tailing her fell lifeless on the floor. All of her men who were with her at the Manor were lying dead, single-handedly killed by Mort.

"Yelena, you seemed to think highly of yourself. Your life will not be enough to make the Aslanovs disappear from the history book of Mafias."

A deep, menacing tone thundered inside the hall. By then a sound of blood splashing on the floor when Mort ruthlessly slit the throat of the remaining men of Yelena and twist it, making his head separate from his body. The place looks like a slaughterhouse. Piles of dead bodies were everywhere.

Nailed on the ground, Yelena slowly turned to him, blood runs cold. She was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura of the man overwhelmed the place. She could no longer control her hands; they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm as her heart began to hammer against her chest.

Mort walked towards her. His every step seemed to count the remaining seconds of her life. This is unexpected. Yelena felt her throat dry up. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to flee, but she remained frozen like a statue. Unmoved. She stood pale and with so much fear engulfing her whole body that left her numb shaking.

Yelena was stiffened when Mort stand in front of her with absolutely no expression on his face. Yelena felt her time stop ticking. Terror washed over her, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Mort's overwhelming and dark presence takes her breath away. His eyes were soulless, dead looking directly into her eyes that even her soul fear him.

"For a rat, you're quite stupid, Yelena," Mort added emphatically.

"Really? leaving traces everywhere. Are you that desperate to make it known to everyone that you're openly messing with me? You play like a newborn. I don't like it. Speak." Mort said in a dark tone. Petrified, her blood froze in her veins. Her fear of the man sucks the breath out of her mouth.

"I am not playing and I didn't do it to make you pleased. I am doing it because I despise you and everyone around you. Especially that bitch!"

Gathering her remaining strength, Yelena shouted at his face trying not to stutter. She was about to speak when Mort throw her a sharp glare. He has no time for Yelena's nonsensical shit. He wasn't interested in hearing how angry she was with him. He was in his mother's womb, people dislike and loathe him. His existence in the world is a threat. They all attempt to kill him several times. Her rage is nothing to him.

"Tell me anything you know about the Puppeteer. I might give you a minute to bid goodbye to your cowardly foster father." Mort coldly said making Yelena surprised. She had no idea what Mort was talking about. Her puzzled look is now noticeable in his sight.

Yelena felt that she wasn't the only one giving Mort a headache, there was someone else. And whoever that Puppeteer was it managed to get Mort's attention. Now, Yelena is curious again. She wanted to know the Puppeteer and make him her ally. A beneficial alliance.

"Since you don't know anything there's no point in keeping you alive," said Mort and aiming his gun at her forehead which made her eyes grew widened in terror.

"I-I know who's the Puppeteer i-" Her words are left in the air when a bullet is buried in her flesh, fired at point-blank range. Mort shot her mercilessly in the forehead making her head grotesquely explode.

Yelena YEGOR Gordeux, Oddesseau is dead.

And with Yelena's death, the sound of the explosion came the terrible echo. Five large buildings exploded in the City creating a huge cloud of black smoke ascending in the air causing everyone in the place to panic and started running in a different directions.

In an abandoned hospital stood near one of the destroyed buildings, a mysterious man wearing a Doctor's white coat with glasses on. His hair messily dropped in his eyes. A mischievous grin plastered on his face while sitting on the top floor of the hospital looking at the explosion in the nearest building, holding an empty wine glass.

"My first puppet is dead."