The Lost Heritage

Hannah's friends were screaming loudly in their small shared apartment, but she didn't care. She could hardly hear anything, engrossed in what she was doing. She received the call last night, but she's still nervous.

"Ugh, even if I end up with the ugliest among the Princes of Hell, my life would be complete, and I'd willingly go to hell after I die..." Julia exclaimed dramatically, accompanied by a scream. Her eyes remained fixed on the TV screen, even though what she was watching had ended a while ago.

"You're crazy!" Mexie, another friend of hers, interjected. "Ugly in the Princes of Hell? No way! All the guys listed as members there are perfect. There's not a single flaw in any of them. But it would be best if you get the least evil of them all, of course!"

Lira was the one who took out the pirated DVD of the wedding of the very first prince of darkness, Jandrix Alexis DiMarco. It was a dreamlike wedding, like the ending of an elegant fairytale. The woman he loved was so lucky.

"Now there's evidence that the cold-blooded demons of the corporate world have hidden hearts within them. All you need to do is dig it out in a grand way," Lira added.

"I wonder what Jandrix's wife did to capture his heart? I hope now that she's Mrs. Jandrix DiMarco, she agrees to an interview! She should tell us the secret of how she tamed a fierce lion like Jandrix!" Julia asked, a hint of envy in her voice directed towards Mrs. DiMarco.

"What's the use? The Princes of Hell all have different personalities. The charm Mrs. DiMarco used on her husband might not work on the others," Mexie pointed out.

"But they have one common denominator, they're all devilishly ruthless. If we find their weakness, it'll be easy to get into their hearts, right? Well, the question is how?" Lira shrugged at her own question.

"Weakness? What kind of weakness could they have when they're all powerful? Like Prince #2 Drico Antonio DiVanne, what kind of weakness does he have?"

Because of that name, Hannah automatically looked at her friend Julia. As usual, they were talking about the Princes of Hell again. If she weren't so tense and trembling with nervousness, she might have joined in the conversation.

They were first introduced to the Princes of Hell by a wealthy Japanese man who often hung out at the club where they worked. He left them a very expensive magazine about the Princes of Hell, and since then, her friends started collecting information about them. At first, she didn't agree with this obsession, but when she saw a photo of the so-called Prince #2, Drico, she couldn't help but be immensely interested. Drico had a unique appeal to her. She wasn't a teenager anymore to fantasize like this, but she couldn't stop her heart from racing every time she caught a tidbit of news about him.

Princes of Hell, the list of men with god-like looks but devilish personalities. "Cold-blooded demons" was the popular term for them, the media even dubbed them heartless. But to be fair, not all of them seemed that way, considering the first on the list, Jandrix, Prince #1, is already married, right? And what's even more intense, he's head over heels for his wife.

She let out a sigh, hoping that the second on the list would also have a heart. Drico Antonio DiVanne, her favorite Prince of Hell, the paparazzi-shy lion. Whenever she saw his pictures, it wasn't just her jaw that dropped, but her heart too, falling head over heels.

She glanced again at his topless picture, which she even framed and placed on their center table. She adored him so much, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the intelligent slant of his brow, the arrogant twitch of his lips, or perhaps the mysterious cold stare in his eyes that seemed to penetrate the soul when he looked? "You see, only Drico Antonio DiVanne can bring back the soul of one from there!" Mexie grinned, referring to her.

"Hey, bes, you've been tense since earlier. Are you still worried about your sister's call last night?" Lira said.

She swallowed hard as she remembered her sister's hoarse and intimidating voice from last night. Lira approached her and gently stroked her back. "You know, don't worry too much about it. Maybe she was just trying to scare you or playing around. You don't need to hide because you haven't wronged anyone. No one would dare harm you, right?"

"But what if your witch of a sister is the one who's at fault and they're coming after her? That's why she's telling you to hide?" Mexie added.

She stared at Mexie. Mexie had a point. Since their parents passed away three years ago, her sister hadn't been in touch with her. She heard that her sister went to Athens and became the personal assistant of a wealthy billionaire. Her sister was intelligent and stunningly beautiful, so it didn't surprise her that a billionaire would hire her. They hadn't communicated for a long time.

But last night, her sister Rebecca called. She warned her to hide, but didn't explain why. After asking for forgiveness for whatever wrongdoing, she abruptly ended the call.

She was nervous, not for herself, but for her sister Rebecca. What happened in Athens? Did she cross her billionaire boss? Her heart was pounding hard. Her sister was the only family she had left, and she wouldn't accept losing her too.

She was brave. After all, she was the amazon of their group, the sole defender of her friends. Her only weakness was the people she loved, for she considered them her most precious treasures in the world.

"But you know, Hannah, I'm also nervous. We don't know what happened to Rebecca in Athens. Maybe she clashed with some wealthy person. Maybe you should just hide?" Julia commented seriously.

Mexie frowned. "Oh dear! Whoever your sister fears, you're probably already on their bad side. Your sister could be in danger!"

"Hey!" Lira scolded her friend, even pinching her cheek.

She wanted to help her sister with her problem, but how? She didn't even know where she was, or who her enemy was.

Her friends asked her not to enter the club until everything was clear, but she insisted. After all, she was Hannah Victoria, the fearless amazon. Her friends went inside the club first because they had to put on their uniforms. She didn't need to, she was fine in civilian clothes.

"Hannah Victoria?"

She turned at the voice behind her. She was alarmed to see three unfamiliar men. They were all in black suits and were big guys! Wait a minute, were they the missing Presidential Security Guards of Duterte?

"Who are you?" she boldly asked.

"Boss is inviting you to his house," the man in the middle replied.

"Which boss?"

"You'll get to know when you come with us."