HAZEL'S POV; While we are still talking, the Queen comes into the sun room. We both turn our heads to see that she looks upset. "What's wrong, honey?" The King asks. Taking a seat, she sighs. "It's Onyx. He doesn't even believe what I said." "What did you tell him?" "Everything the priest said. The first thing he did was accuse Hazel. He thought she might be the one to cause all the trouble but I told him it was a lie! Why would Hazel be the first person to come to his mind?" "He hates her. What do you expect? No matter how good she is, he is blinded. He's going to regret all he's doing to her now," They're talking like I'm not here and somehow, it makes me feel left out. But I know they're talking about me for my own good. "Selah is the only person who would do that. But the question now is, how is she going to?" The King says. The Queen laughs. "This is exactly what I told him. Guess what he said? He said Selah can't hurt a fly. He said a
SELAH'S POV: Today's Saturday and I know it's going to be quite a busy day for me as I'll be going to see Stella and also preparing what I'll use for the task ahead of us. I find my father in the kitchen. He's having his morning cup of coffee while reading through a news bulletin. "Good morning, Dad," I say while going to the fridge to get a carton of milk flavored with plasma. It's my favorite as it contains a little element of blood. He looks up at me and is silent for a while. "Where were you for the whole of yesterday? You got home late at night, why?" Going over to the cabinet, I pull it open and extract a packet of blood meal. I take out a bowl from the dish rack and pour out the blood cereal into it. The milk comes next. "I was at the palace," "I have warned you several times to stay away from the palace. Onyx is no longer your boyfriend and he is married to his mate. Don't you ever listen?" I place the carton of milk on the marble counter
SELAH'S POV: Stella came, after all. Even with the confidence I had that the money I had given her would make her feel indebted to me, there was still an atom of doubt in me as I drove to this cake shop. I thought about the possibility of Stella changing her mind and deciding not to come or reporting my plans to the Queen so she could get a better reward and still hold onto my money. Seeing her now, a wave of relief washes over me. My father would think I was meeting a man and even if he saw me here with her, he would freak out a bit, thinking I might be into women but he'll have to calm down and accept me the way I am. I wave at her and when she sees me, she smiles stiffly and begins to come my way. The cake shop is empty. That's why I chose this place. Knowing fully well that no one would be here by this time of the day, it would be easy for us to converse freely without having to bother about anyone watching us. I mean, if the odds are against us and she
HAZEL'S POV: It's a really beautiful dress. A porcelain blue dress that matches my eyes. The color is what strikes me first. Has he been taking details of my looks? Because I don't get why he'd actually get me a dress matching my eyes. Things like these only happen in the romance books I read. I shake my head. No. Onyx doesn't care about me. It was probably a mistake or just a coincidence. I'm sure he doesn't even know what color my eyes are. Taking the dress out of the box, I realize that there's two more boxes in there. "What is Onyx doing?" I gasp. I hadn't expected this box to hold another large box and a small box again. Placing the gown gently on the bed beside me, I take out the larger box and unwrap it. This one has a folded wrap, also beautiful. I loved the emerald green one better. Not knowing that I am set in for another surprise, I open the box and a pair of heels are carefully aligned in the box. "Oh my goodness. They are so beaut
SELAH'S POV: Stella and I are done having our ice cream. I pay the cake shop owner with so much tip that Stella gasps. "Isn't that too much?" Stella asks as we leave the shop. I shrug. "She's been good to me. I'm that way to people who are good to me," Stella is still shocked but she nods anyway. "So what next?" "We're going to my car. I'll give you the serum and explain every other thing to you," Stella nods and I look around before unlocking my car and opening the door for her. "Slip in immediately. We don't want anyone seeing you get into my cars. They can start getting ideas." Stella quickly slips in and I shut the door before going around my car to open the door. Once I am settled into my car, I lock the doors and wind the glass up. "I'm claustrophobic!" Stella immediately says. Looking at her in surprise, I nod and quickly wind down the glasses. "I'm sorry. I had no idea." Stella smiles awkwardly and nods. "Thanks for understanding.
ONYX'S POV: I'm feeling slightly guilty for thinking Hazel is cheating on me. I thought she was with someone in the room. I mean, she's been catching the eye of quite a few men I know. From Earl to Kylian to Yuri, my friend from the other side of the ocean who visited for a few weeks. I will not let anyone have her. If they do, they'd show that they're better at treating a woman right and it would be to my shame. I'd rather she be unhappy with me than be happy with someone else. I also need to warn Earl to stay away from her as he's the closest one to her. "Yes, I thought you were," She looks at me in bewilderment. "Why would you think I would cheat on you? And with who exactly?" "Earl. You would cheat on me with Earl because he's the one who treats you right," Hazel laughs. "So you're well aware that he treats me right, huh?" "Shut the hell up." She does as I say. "Stay away from Earl. The next time I see you with him, you're not going
HAZEL'S POV: I don't know why I find Yara's panic absolutely funny. I don't know if it's because of her really free personality but I'm laughing while she is being glared at by Kali. "You talk too much. That's why you do the wrong thing most times," Kali complained. As Yara rummaged about her box for the right tone for my skin, she glared at Kali who was mixing different hair products to apply on my hair. "That's because I love to entertain people. Unlike you," "Cut the crap, Yara. You want them to call us back for another gig, right? Act right and do your best. Stop talking too much," I want to tell them that this might be their last time here but I refrain from doing so. It's not their business to be let into my private life. Yara comes back to continue. She wipes the wrong foundation off with a liquid that dissolves into a milky coagulation and in no time, my face is wiped clean. For almost an hour, Yara is on my face and she does a perfectly flaw
ONYX'S POV: The woman coming down the porch steps isn't Hazel. I can't believe she's the one. Though they have striking features— same height, color of skin and color of hair, I don't think she's the one. Is she an imposter? Because she's wearing the outfit I got for Hazel. But when she comes closer, I realize she's the one. Fuck. I shake my head to clear off whatever charm my mother might have placed on me because I know she's the only one who would do that to make me find Hazel attractive. But she's the one and she's looking at me with fear in her eyes. I can recognize that look anywhere. Clearing my throat, I realize that I've been staring for quite too long. "You look stunning." Hazel's cheeks turn red and she smiles shyly. I want to wipe it off with a kiss but I remind myself that I hate her so much. I should find kissing her or even coming in contact with her appalling. "Thank you," She says softly. "Greg!" I call out to th