Three days after Alaric gifted Maribel the "rejuvenation serum," she woke up to find her flawless skin dotted with faint, irritated patches.At first, she thought nothing of it, perhaps a minor allergy or a reaction to stress. But by the end of the first week, the irritation had worsened. She stood in front of the mirror, frowning. Her once smooth, radiant skin now had a slight roughness to it.A creeping sense of dread coiled in her chest. She quickly applied more of the serum, convincing herself that whatever was happening, it would fix itself. Yet, by the second week, she could no longer deny it. The skin around her chin and jawline had begun to peel. Maribel’s paranoia took root.She avoided mirrors. She adjusted the lighting in her room to softer settings. But no matter what she did, she could feel something was wrong. Alaric noticed immediately.Not because he was worried about her but because he was watching. And for the first time in over a year, he took pleasure in Maribel’s
Maribel stared at her reflection, horror curling in her stomach. It was getting worse.Her once flawless skin now had angry red blotches. The corners of her mouth were cracked and raw, and no amount of concealer could hide the peeling patches near her jawline.A week ago, she had been desperate but still calculating. Now? She could barely think straight.Her mind screamed one thing. Fix this. Immediately. She turned to Alaric, who sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with concern."I need a better doctor, Alaric," she whispered. "A specialist." Alaric nodded slowly, as if deep in thought. “I’ll have my assistant arrange it,” he said gently. Maribel grabbed his arm. “No! I have someone in mind. Someone I trust.”Alaric kept his face neutral. "Then I'll take you," he said softly. Maribel sagged in relief, too distracted by her own panic to notice the glint of cold calculation in his eyes. That was exactly what he wanted.While Maribel obsessed over her appearance, Alaric made his own
Maribel adjusted her sunglasses as she stepped off the plane, her pulse hammering in her throat. The sun was hot against her irritated skin, but that was the least of her worries.The moment she landed in Country F, she was on edge. She pulled her hat lower, gripping her handbag tightly. It wasn’t just the fear of being recognized, it was the paranoia gnawing at her. Alaric had been too… accommodating. Too supportive.She had expected resistance when she insisted on traveling alone, but he had relented almost too easily. He had even packed her a fresh bottle of the special cream she used daily, the one she had been convinced was helping.But her face had only gotten worse. She fought the urge to check her reflection for the hundredth time. This wasn’t just stress. Something was wrong. Shoving the thought aside, she focused on her destination. The doctor.She had to see him, and she had to make sure he was still loyal. Her face, Elona’s face, had to be restored. Failure wasn’t an optio
At the heart of Country F, hidden within the neon-lit underbelly of The Black Bastion, the Guild of Shadows’ true power churned in secrecy.A sleek black sedan pulled into an underground parking lot, its tinted windows hiding the grim-faced passengers inside. Dr. Weber stepped out first, the cold air biting into his skin. His pulse pounded as he clutched the burner phone in his pocket. He had sent the message. The reply had been immediate. Come to the nest. He had no choice. His life depended on it.Maribel followed, wrapped in a thick coat, her face concealed beneath a hood. The paranoia in her eyes was evident. She kept tugging at her scarf, as if afraid her deteriorating skin would crumble under the fabric.Two armed men flanked them as they were led through a hidden entrance, descending a steel staircase that opened into an expansive underground chamber.Here, in the depths of the Guild’s rogue faction, power was not wielded with honor but with manipulation, betrayal, and bloodshe
The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of aged leather and cigars. A large wooden table sat at the center, around which a group of men and women, shrouded in secrecy, sat in deep discussion.The Black Bastion, the rogue faction’s hidden stronghold, had always been a place where shadows whispered louder than voices. Tonight, those whispers would weave a tale of betrayal, ambition, and failure.At the head of the table sat Nyx, his face partially obscured by the low lighting. The fourth in command of the Guild of Shadows, the man known only as Dark Shadow to those within his inner circle.Maribel sat on the far end, hands clenched into fists. The once-beautiful woman now bore faint traces of scarring on her jawline, a reminder of the nightmare she was living through. The plan was failing. And Nyx was not pleased.“Tell me, Maribel, what exactly have you accomplished in over a year?” His voice was deceptively calm, yet the underlying menace sent chills down her spine.She o
Elona had seen the excitement in her triplets’ eyes when they suggested visiting the Guild of Shadows' headquarters. Their small hands tugged at hers, their hopeful voices filled with an innocent certainty that their mother, their Ice Queen, would awaken once she stepped back into her old world.She didn't have the heart to refuse them. And, if she was honest with herself, a thrill of curiosity ran through her as well. A second-in-command of an assassin’s guild? It sounded like something straight out of a spy movie. Could that really have been her?Now, seated in the luxurious private jet en route to the island near Country F, Elona gazed out the window, her mind a storm of emotions.Beside her, Master Fu sat with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, but she knew his mind was working tirelessly. He was determined to uncover the true cause of her memory loss. If there was anyone who could restore what she had lost, it was him.Across from them, Kian held one of their infant twi
The private jet touched down on the island near Country F, home to the Guild of Shadows' headquarters. Elona stepped onto the tarmac with an eerie calmness. The scent of salt and steel filled the air, and the sharp cry of a distant falcon echoed across the cliffs. The moment her feet touched the ground, an unexplainable sense of belonging coursed through her. She had never been here before, not that she remembered but something in her blood knew this place. It was as if the island itself was whispering to her.Behind her, the triplets clutched each other's hands, their eyes wide with excitement. The nanny held the twins securely, and Master Fu stood beside her, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings.Kian, however, had been tense ever since the fight on the plane. Elona could feel his fear. Fear of losing her. Because deep down, he knew that the closer she got to her old self, the further she might slip away from him. She didn’t have time to console him now. She had come here to fi
The moon's silver glow shone over the Guild of Shadows' island stronghold, illuminating the vast network of stone corridors, training halls, and hidden passageways. But while the island was a fortress, it was also a battlefield and the war had already begun.Elona stood in the center of the war room, surrounded by Master Fu, Victor, and Damien. The flickering candlelight revealed the storm brewing in her icy blue eyes. She had remembered. Not everything, but enough.Enough to know that Nyx, the fourth-in-command, had betrayed her. Enough to know that she had been attacked. And enough to realize that the traitors were still lurking within these very walls.Master Fu didn’t waste time. Within an hour, the most trusted guild members had assembled in the war room. Victor, the third-in-command, stood tall and calm, his sharp eyes scanning the room.Damien, young but fiercely loyal to Elona, clenched his fists. He had always suspected that a traitor lurked within their ranks, but now, they
Five Years Later… The Royale Estate had never been more alive. Lush gardens stretched as far as the eye could see, the scent of blooming roses mingling with the crisp afternoon air. The laughter of children echoed across the grounds, filling the estate with warmth and joy. Elona stood on the grand balcony, watching the scene below unfold with a soft smile on her lips. She leaned against Alaric, his strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist. "Look at them," she murmured, pride evident in her voice. Down in the courtyard, the Terrific Trio, Arlyle, Artie, and Allie, were engrossed in an intense discussion, their expressions far too serious for eleven-year-olds. But then again, they weren’t just any eleven-year-olds. They were national geniuses, their intelligence unmatched by any child their age. Their names graced international forums, scientific journals, an
The grand ballroom of the Royale Estate was transformed into a breathtaking vision of elegance. Cascading chandeliers bathed the space in golden light, while delicate floral arrangements lined the aisle, each petal whispering a tale of love, redemption, and new beginnings. Alaric Royale stood at the altar, dressed in a custom-tailored black tuxedo, his stance confident yet solemn. His heart pounded with anticipation as he awaited the arrival of the woman who had become his world, the woman he had almost lost but fought to reclaim. The billboards across Country M broadcasted the event live, capturing every moment in stunning detail. The entire nation bore witness to the redemption of a man who had once taken love for granted but now vowed to cherish it with his entire being. When Elona finally appeared at the entrance, time seemed to stand still.Dressed in an exquisite white gown
Alaric Royale had always been a man who thrived under pressure. Business deals, billion-dollar investments, and ruthless negotiations had been his expertise for years. But now, he was navigating an entirely different battlefield, one that involved diaper changes, bedtime stories, and earning the love of the family he had once taken for granted. And he was determined not to fail. For him, this was the dawn of a new routine, and one he fully embraced with sincerity. The sun had barely risen when Elona stirred awake, expecting to hear the usual fussing of the twins. But instead, the room was quiet. Too quiet. She sat up, her heart thudding. Had she overslept? Where were the babies?Slipping on her robe, she made her way downstairs, only to pause at the sight before her. Alaric was in the living room, still in his sleepwear, holding one of the twins in his arms while feeding the othe
Elona studied him, searching for any trace of deception, but all she saw was sincerity, painful, soul-deep sincerity. “I don’t know if I can ever fully forgive you,” she admitted quietly. “But… I want to try.” Alaric’s head snapped up, eyes widening slightly. “You do?” Elona sighed. “The truth is, despite everything, a part of me never stopped wanting you. And maybe that’s my own weakness. But I can’t ignore that you’re their father, that we’re still married, and that...” she hesitated, “...that I once loved you.” The admission hung in the air between them, fragile and uncertain. Alaric leaned forward slightly, his voice a gentle plea. “Then let me earn it. Let me show you that I can be the man you deserve. I don’t expect you to trust me overnight, but I’ll spend every day proving it to you.” Elona exhaled. “We’ll take it one step at a time.” A spark of hope ignited in Alaric’s g
“I missed both of your pregnancies. I wasn’t there when you needed me most. I let others dictate my life, let my pride get in the way.” His jaw clenched. “And because of that, I lost the woman who should have been my priority from the beginning.” Elona crossed her arms, her eyes filled with lingering pain. “You don’t just get to regret things now and expect everything to be okay. You should know that by now." “I know,” he admitted. “And I don’t expect forgiveness overnight. But I need you to know, Elona, that I regret it every single day. Every time I look at our children, I think about what I missed. I think about how you went through it all alone because I was too blind to see what truly mattered.” Elona bit her lip, fighting against the emotions rising inside her. It was rare to see Alaric this open, this vulnerable. But bitterness still lingered in her heart. “You always put business first, believed
The battle was won. The threats to Elona were gone. But for Alaric Royale, the war was far from over. As the chaos of the past weeks settled, silence became his enemy. It was in that silence that the heavy burden of his failures pressed down on him. He had conquered enemies, crushed empires, and outmaneuvered some of the most ruthless minds in the world. Yet, when it came to the one thing that truly mattered, his family, he had failed spectacularly. Alaric sat alone in his office, a crystal glass of whiskey untouched on his desk. The city skyline stretched before him, bright and alive, yet he felt nothing but emptiness. His fingers hovered over his phone. He had Elona’s number memorized, yet every time he thought of calling her, he hesitated. What could he say? I’m sorry? I regret everything? Please come back to me? None of it felt enough. He hadn’t just missed a few anniversaries or forgotten a birthday.
After the banquet’s revelations had settled, Alaric, Elona, and Master Fu gathered in the Guild’s war room, a dimly lit chamber filled with ancient scrolls, maps, and strategic plans. The room was filled with the scent of aged parchment and burning incense, a signature of Master Fu’s personal quarters.Seated at the head of the table, Master Fu steepled his fingers, his piercing eyes scanning the duo before him. “We need to discuss Gwen Mason.”Elona exhaled sharply, her expression darkening at the mention of the former queen consort of Country S. “She got away too easily,” she muttered.Alaric leaned back in his chair, his face unreadable but his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. “Even after the ICC took over, the Mason family pulled their strings, and now she walks free on ‘bail.’ It’s a mockery of justice.”Master Fu nodded gravely. “The ICC was never going to hold her accountable. The Mason family has deep connections, and the former king… well, let’s just say he w
Kian stood at the wide-open balcony of his guest bedroom at the Guild headquarters, his fingers curled tightly around the ornate railing. The cool night air did little to ease the storm raging inside him. He had spent his life running, from the truth, from himself, from the consequences of his choices. But tonight, he could no longer hide.Behind him, the grand doors creaked open, and light footsteps approached. Elona. He knew her presence before he even turned. “You wanted to see me?” she asked, her voice calm but distant.Kian inhaled deeply, steeling himself before facing her. She looked as poised as ever, her striking features illuminated by the moonlight, but there was something else, something he had put there. A wound, not of steel or poison, but of betrayal.“Elona…” he hesitated, his throat tightening. “There’s something I need to say. Something I should have said a long time ago.” She crossed her arms, waiting. “I’m listening.”His fingers clenched at his sides before he for
The following evening, the banquet hall of the Guild of Shadows was alive with activity. The grand space had been transformed into an elegant but fortified venue. Guards were positioned at key points, watching for any sign of trouble. Elite members of the guild mingled with the esteemed guests, their presence a reminder that tonight was not just a celebration, it was a test. And Elona was at the center of it all. At the head table sat Master Fu, his keen eyes observing the room, knowing that tonight was not just about celebration, it was about revelation. Elona sat beside him, her face calm and composed, but a storm brewed within. The triplets were at a smaller table nearby, excitedly whispering to one another, while Kian sat to her other side, his expression unreadable.Then, Alaric walked in. Dressed in a sharp black suit, exuding dominance, his icy blue eyes swept the hall before landing on Elona. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still between them. But before he could tak