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 gownFive 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
Elona's trembling hands held the pregnancy test, the pink plus sign blurring as tears of joy and fear mingled. Her 21st birthday, once a celebration of independence, now marked a new, unexpected chapter.She wiped her tears off and once again took another look at the pregnancy test in her hands to confirm if it was not an illusion. Seeing that nothing changed, Elona Carter was ecstatic. She felt that this is by far the best birthday she's ever had. A perfect transition from childhood to adulthood."You see, my dear. I had told you that all your symptoms are typical of early pregnancy but you doubted me. Now that it is confirmed, I need to give you some medication and a diet plan. This will help prevent anemia as well as help control the morning sickness. If there is no problem, you should come for prenatal checkup every month. Oh, and these are your prenatal vitamins." Said the doctor with a kind smile on his face.The old doctor could not help but admire Elona. In his line of work, h
As Alaric burst into the room, his piercing gaze fell upon Elona's ashen face, contorted in a sneer of disdain. "You dared to orchestrate this elaborate scheme against me, didn't you?" he accused, his voice dripping with contempt. "Drugged me, manipulated those thugs into taking me to your lair in the morning, making a mockery of my integrity by suggesting I engaged in carnal acts with you utilizing Harley's discarded sheet. And all the while, you shamelessly accepted my compensation. Your audacity knows no bounds, Elona. You are truly despicable."Elona's eyes widened in confusion and disbelief as she tried to make sense of Alaric's accusations. "I... I have no idea what you're talking about," she stammered, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief.Alaric let out a scornful laugh before projecting his phone screen onto the wall, revealing a video confession from three rough-looking men. Each man detailed Elona's involvement in drugging both him and Harley, setting up the incrim
Harley's envy for Elona simmered deep within her, a shadowy green that twisted her thoughts. From her hidden vantage point, she watched Elona tackle each task with a fierce tenacity that was both inspiring and infuriating. With each determined stride, Elona seemed to radiate a light that Harley felt she could never match. It was no secret that Elona harbored a crush on the young master of the prestigious Royale family, the wealthiest lineage in all of country M. Yet, despite the symphony of mutual admiration that played from afar, their lives had never collided in the same room.What truly captivated Harley was the sheer resilience Elona exuded in the face of overwhelming adversity. Disowned by their father as a consequence of Harley's and Helena's cruel machinations, Elona refused to let despair claim her. Instead, she juggled a whirlwind of part-time jobs, her days a blur of busy streets and bustling cafes, all to support herself and fund her college education. Each drop of sweat
The extensive glass facade of the Royale Group gleamed under the midday sun as Elona stepped inside, her heart thumping against her ribs like a caged bird longing for freedom. Clutching her resignation letter with a trembling hand, she made her way to the HR department, her heels echoing against the polished marble floor. With each step, a mixture of dread and relief swirled within her.“Good morning, Elona!” chirped a cheerful voice, breaking through her reverie. It was Mara, the HR assistant, her bright smile contrasting sharply with Elona’s somber expression. “What brings you here?”Elona summoned a half-hearted smile, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her shoulders. “I need to submit my resignation,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.Mara’s brow furrowed as she extended her hand for the letter. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. You’ll be missed around here.” The faint scent of her floral perfume hung in the air, masking the sterile smell of paper and ink.Nodding, E
The plane ride to Country C was a grueling marathon, but Elona's determination to find the Chinese doctor who had once helped her kept her going. As she sat in her seat, the steady hum of the engines filling the cabin, Elona's mind wandered back to the events that had led her to this moment. Memories of her time at the Royale Group lingered, the sting of betrayal and deceit still fresh in her mind.Elona's fists clenched, her anger and determination reigniting her resolve to clear her name and seek justice. She thought about Harley's treachery, Alaric's blind trust, and the devastating consequences that had unfolded. A fierce determination burned within her, fueling her quest for truth and redemption. The long plane ride seemed to fade into the background as Elona steeled herself for the challenges ahead, her heart fixed on finding the doctor and uncovering the truth.As the plane touched down in Country C, Elona's heart skipped a beat with anticipation. A sense of hope swelled within
As Elona settled into the serene countryside of Country C, Master Fu welcomed her with open arms. However, his warm smile belied a surprising condition. "I have no heirs, child," he said, his eyes serious. "I am far from home, and if you wish to receive my support, you must give up design and become my closed-door disciple." Elona hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. But something about Master Fu's kind eyes and gentle demeanor put her at ease. She agreed to his terms, and soon found herself immersed in the ancient art of traditional Chinese medicine. Under Master Fu's guidance, Elona learned the intricacies of herbalism and acupuncture. She spent her days studying the properties of various plants, practicing the delicate art of needle placement, and assisting Master Fu in his clinic. But Elona's creative spirit couldn't be contained. As a side job, she began teaching art to a group of local children. She saw in them a spark of talent and potential, and was determined to h
Master Fu’s peaceful morning was shattered by the shrill ring of his phone. Grumbling under his breath, he answered, his tone sharp. “What do you want?”The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Master Fu, this is Senior Royale. I’m calling about my grandson.”Before he could finish, Master Fu exploded into a tirade, hurling insults in his native tongue. “How dare you! Years of neglect, and now you grovel before me?” His anger wasn’t entirely for the man on the phone, it was for Elona, his closed-door disciple, whose life had been tangled with the Royales in ways he despised.As the old master vented, the door creaked open. Elona stepped inside, her expression calm despite the chaos around her. “Master, I need—”“Elona, Out!” he barked, waving her away. “Let me finish this nonsense, then I’ll take you and the triplets to the amusement park!”Though his words were spoken in his native language, Senior Royale caught them. His heart skipped a beat. The triplets?The realization
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