Mr. Dimitri's Toy
The DAD (Extra Chapter)
Dwayne Ansel D’Arcy grew up with a shower of love and affection from her parents—Chloe and Dimitri. He also had grandparents who spoiled him, uncles and aunts who could not resist his wishes.
When he was 3 years old, he was already adept at riding a pony without being led by an adult. Yet he was dissatisfied and envious when his Papa and Uncle Draven were able to ride a large horse.
“In a few more years you will be tall enough to ride a big horse. Later you can choose the best horse breeds in this kingdom.” Dimitri rubbed Dwayne's pouting head.
“You spoiled him too much, Dimitri. Here, Dwayne ate vegetables first to grow tall and big fast. Although Mama actually still wants you to be a baby Mama.” Chloe placed a plate full of vegetables in front of her son.
Of all that Dwayne had in life, his mother was the most resolute, as if she could sometimes block Dwayne's power.
Yes, being born from a human womb makes Dwayne have unusual powers. Everyone who saw him must have immediately fallen for him.
When he was 5 years old, horseback riding was his daily meal and even his skills had surpassed those of horsemen by decades. Not only that, he had also started sword training.
Uncle Draven who after marriage chose to buy a small castle not far from D’Arcy Castle would definitely come every day to train Dwayne.
ARAANG!!
Draven's sword slammed. “A-what? I defeated this boy?”
Adreana laughed while clapping her hands. He witnesses how Dwayne's shorter and smaller body, yet agile and agile, defeats Draven.
“Onty Adre! See Uncle says I'm a boy.”
Adreana gave a sharp look to Draven. “Quietly, Uncle will not be able to ‘eat’ tonight.”
“Hey, I'm kidding. I am proud that I am his teacher. Look at this kid's terrible development when it was only a year ago that he started training. Please, Adre... Don't punish me.”
Dwayne chuckled at his Uncle's face.
At the age of 13, Dwayne preferred to be called Ansel. Therefore, the name Dwayne is only mentioned by his closest family. To others, he was called Mr. Ansel.
Ansel began to show interest in women as he accompanied his parents to a party at Rudolmuv Palace.
He didn't like the crowd, he didn't even want to come here if it wasn't for being promised a new sword made from a meteorite.
Ansel came out of the stuffy dance hall. He walked without direction in the dark garden behind the palace that had a labyrinth. He went inside and said-sayup sounding era*ngan someone.
He was curious because the voice was like the voice he heard as it passed through the hallways of the servants' rooms in his house, only that it was heavier like it was being let out of a man's mouth.
“Ahhh.
Ansel saw clearly how the man was hugged, his head tilted to the side, someone was hin*sap his neck.
He knows about vampires, witches and all the magical things in the world. Papa and his mother had already explained this when he had his 13th birthday. They said he could prepare and know what would happen when he was 18.
But Ansel never witnessed a vampire drinking human blood! Bloody hell's!
His shoes stepped on one dry twig and he stopped breathing as the woman's red-colored eyes stared at him.
It was beautiful, poisonous and captivated.
He didn't stop drinking. Even more excited to suck the blood of the man whose error* sounded weaker, did not release his eyes on Ansel.
Ansel gave a smile. “You can kill that human.”
The honey-blonde woman immediately let go of her bite. She licked her lips, shamelessly in front of Ansel.
He snapped his finger and instantly the man collapsed onto the ground.
“What's your name?” ask Ansel casually.
“Gianna Laurence. Daughter of Timothy Laurence and commonly called Gigi.”
Laurence. From his clothes Gigi can be ascertained is a noble child. Ansel would ask his parents about Laurence's family.
But it doesn't matter now.
Tooth snapped his finger, but nothing happened. He scrunched his forehead. “Who are you? Why don't you work with vampire powers?”
“Include, my name is Ansel D’Arcy.”
The mouth of the tooth forms a large O. Looks like Ansel D’Arcy's name is already famous among vampires.
“Miss Gianna Laurence, you will be mine.”
Gigi snapped, then she laughed. Her voice alone was so beautiful, representing her looks.
“Mr Ansel, do you know how old I am? 442 years! Not that I refuse but you can come back when you are ripe.” Gigi watched him with my eyes.
Teeth approached him and attached his body to Ansel's chest.
“Then kiss me to tie our promise.”
Ansel's first kiss, mixed with the taste of human blood, was taken by a woman he had just met in the dark palace labyrinth.
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Sandra nodded her head and agreed with this planned marriage. He didn't know what his friends would say if they knew he was getting married.
“Moses, did you know that Sandra is very good at playing the piano? He even has a lot of awards charters when he enters the competition,” said Pritta, wanting to shift the tense situation to a more relaxed one.
“Mama!” squeal Sandra shy.
Moses raised his left eyebrow upwards. “Oh yes? There is a piano there. Maybe you want to play a song for me?”
He wants to hear Sandra play! This made him even more excited than when getting the award charter.
Moses follows him walking towards the black Grand Piano in the front corner of the restaurant. As Sandra sat on the bench, Moses stood behind her. She can faintly inhale the scent of woody and masculine perfumes, such as the fragrance of cedarwood.
His hands began to play Fur Elise by Ludwig van Beethoven. The pitch is soft but will not make restaurant guests sleepy. Had it not been for decades that her hands were dancing on the keys, she would have been unable to play them perfectly due to nervousness.
“You have a song with faster and harder tempo?”
Looks like music with soft strains is not Moses' taste. So Sandra said, “Well, maybe you'll like this.”
He closed Fur Elise and continued with Moonlight Sonata. The symphony consists of three movements and Sandra plays the fastest and most energetic third movement.
Moses lowered his head, “I want you to answer my question. But don't stop playing.”
Sandra nodded. “What do you want to ask?”
“Do you have a girlfriend at this time?” He asked very slowly.
“Nothing. I'm still single,” Sandra replied with a smile.
“Listen to me carefully. Keep playing and smiling.”
Sandra complied but the smile was gone. There was an alarm going off in his head that Moses' next words would change his entire life.
“This is just a planned wedding. I married you to save my father's company. I'm not married for love.”
One note misses, but no one will know because Sandra continues her fast and strange game. Looks like his skills from years of piano lessons paid off.
“Can I ask?” ask Sandra.
“Please.”
“Do you have to marry me?”
Bizarrely. Why can he still play this calm when the world around him is collapsing.
“I have no choice anymore,” he replied. “Don't expect much from this wedding because I already love other women. You better not fall in love with me either. Understand?”
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