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A Hunt For His Queen Don't leave...
The moment the car screeched to a halt, I turned to Ron. "Are you sure he is here?"After an hour of Ron's investigation and collecting information from his men, we were in front of a tall skyscraper in the south part of the city. He couldn't track Syl's phone because that man's phone couldn't be traced! How would his men trace him if he fell into some kind of danger?Ron nodded. "Yes. I…asked some of my men to keep an eye on him sometimes when he goes somewhere without guards. Don't tell him that. Thankfully they came in handy tonight. He is here. On the top floor.""I won't." I was actually thankful that he kept men keeping an eye on his boss who considered himself a superman. "Why did he come here anyway? Anything special about this place?"He looked outside, up at the building. "The De Sylvano family moved into this penthouse when they first arrived in the states. After some years, they moved to the De Sylvano mansion. He usually leaves the city or country when this date arrives,
A Hunt For His Queen Not his girlfriend?
Tasting the chicken soup to check if the salt was fine, I turned off the stove and poured some in a bowl. Taking a plate, I placed a grilled cheese sandwich, a glass of orange juice and the bowl of soup on it. A sigh left me. He didn't provide his stomach with even a drop of food the whole day, let alone taking any medicine. Thankfully Ron was there and he got me the ingredients I ordered to make a healthy dinner for that crazy man. Walking inside the master bedroom Ron helped me place him in, my eyes fell on him. His wide sculpted chest rose and fell with every steady breath he took. He hadn't opened his eyes after the last time he asked me to stay with him. My heart constricted seeing this always strong man in this state. But thankfully his temperature had come down, letting him sleep peacefully. Though I didn't stop changing the washcloth on his forehead from time to time to damp it in the cold water. Placing the plate on the bedside table, I checked his temperature again. Th
A Hunt For His Queen He was my home
Did he torture her too along with Mathew? At that moment, except for the shock, I didn't feel anything. No sympathy, guilt or satisfaction. She was the worst mother anyone could have. A person like her should be thrown in the deepest corner of hell. But yet…I didn't want her dead. Nor that I would care if she died. But I wouldn't want it because of me. Even if she had accused me of seducing Mathew after I told her everything. For her, it was I who was at fault and not Matthew. My teeth gritted. I should have felt some anger that Syl killed Mathew and maybe those two other boyfriends of Theresa's who were no better than the first; I didn't even know how he found them, it was difficult to believe he killed them. But I didn't feel anything. Because for me, they deserved to die. I would have killed them myself if I could. But Theresa, unfortunately, that woman gave birth to me. She kept me alive until I was able to take care of myself. And just for that reason, I didn't want Syl to fi
A Hunt For His Queen Roxanne Blackwood again?
When the car screeched to a halt, the vast iron gate outside caught my eye. It stood with its mighty height, holding the people who were gone behind its wings. Eerie silence echoed throughout the area. I turned to Syl. He sat beside me with my hand in his firm grip. With tense shoulders, his cold blue orbs were set in the distance. I squeezed his hand. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh. Without saying a word, he got out of the car and I followed. Securing my hand in his big one, he then guided me through the iron gate. The graveyard where the late De Sylvanos were laid. With every step, his stance grew rigid. The separation from his family had affected him more than he showed the world. Once we were before a grave with white tombstone, he stopped. Two more lay beside it. His grip on my hand tightened. 'Rosalin Mary De Sylvano.A woman with a kind heart and beautiful soul.June 1977September 2013'His mother's grave. Situated beside, were Josef De Sylvano and Enrique De Sylvan
A Hunt For His Queen Running from your doom, Miss. Brooks?
"What a woman you are? Still having the picture of your late boyfriend on your phone's display and claiming to have feelings for his twin brother?" Every pore of my skin burned with irritation and rage. "Have some shame, Roxanne, will you? He has clearly expressed his disinterest but here you are again, begging for his attention!"At my hiss, she gaped at me in horror. So did Diana. Her face was red with rage. "How dare you talk to her like that?" Her Highness raised her voice. "Watch your tone!" Syl snapped, making each of us flinch. His eyes pinned both of them under his hard gaze. "Be respectful to my Sandra or I won't hesitate to throw you out! Anyone who is unable to respect my queen won't get my respect either. Be it my own grandmother."While Diana went silent with her twisting features, he turned to Roxanne. "The feelings you have are for Enrique, not for me. You're just looking for him in me, that's it. And I was never comfortable with anyone, especially outsiders. You wer
A Hunt For His Queen A murder spot
The man who was after my life stood right before me. Dark brown eyes shone with triumph and malice. For the man who kept his location hidden to escape Syl, there was no fear across his features. As if…he had gained what he wanted all along. My ruination.A shiver ran down my spine. Being alone with a man blind in revenge didn't feel right at all. I took a deep breath. Not showing anything on my face that would benefit his ominous interest. "What are you doing here?"My voice was even. He let his gaze roam up and down my body. "Forget about me. You shouldn't be here all alone so far away from your dear Syl. Things are not in his control anymore, Ms. Brooks."How did he know I called him Syl?And what did he mean by things were not in Syl's control anymore?I held his gaze with my steely one. "You don't need to worry about me. I can handle myself just fine. You should be one to be concerned about your safety, Robert. After all, you are no longer a mayor or a powerful businessman who
A Hunt For His Queen On your knees
I was frozen on my spot. But my eyes didn't. Letting out a shaky breath, with my heart racing, I Iet my gaze appreciate the sight before me. Marvelous. No. Even 'marvelous' wasn't enough to describe him. His hands were firmly pressed on the wall. With his head hung low and broad shoulders rising up and down with his heavy breaths, he stood under the shower with his muscles tense. Water droplets rolled down his broad sculpted shoulders to his back relentlessly, touching his tanned skin that my hands itched to touch. My cheeks heated up as I let my eyes travel down to his narrow hip and firm behind, to those strong powerful thighs and legs. My mouth dried and I found myself licking my lips. My lower abdomen warmed as desire to see him, feel him, filled me. I found myself walking inside, silently locking the door behind me. As if sensing my presence, his form tensed. But he didn't move, nor did he turn to me. My sexy man is very mad at me. Maybe I know how to calm him down. I bit
A Hunt For His Queen A new enemy?
In the middle of the night, a distant blare of a phone touched my ears. The warm body against me moved and then the sound was gone. The depth of darkness pulled me in again into a peaceful sleep until I heard another noise. Snuggling into the pillow, I turned on the bed. The lack of a warmth behind me forced my eyes open. Instead of Syl, there lay emptiness beside me. A frown formed between my brows. Where did he go?Letting out a yawn, I checked the time.Three in the morning. Seeing the bathroom light off and the door of the balcony closed, my frown deepened. "Syl?" I sat up. And the blanket slid down, revealing my bareness. Heat crawled up my cheeks recalling the event of last night. A very hot and punishing event. I bit my lip as my blood hummed at the reminder of his sinful touches and strokes. His taste still lingered in my mouth. But to my dissatisfaction, he didn't give me what I begged him. He didn't claim me last night. His marks sat all over my body, but I was still
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