Chapter 3
RAYANA POV
The sun floated across the sky as I sat on the elevated sill staring blankly at the greenery that stretched on the acres and acres of land. Tears left a trail of sticky mess on my face, and my chest rose and fell with short breaths as I tried to make meaning of the situation.
It felt like a nightmare; a cold, inhuman, cruel dream and my heart was screaming in agony to be shaken awake.
My dad and I may have had our differences but he was everything to me. The man got me in ways that nobody had ever done, and he was my safe space when the world kept me awake at night.
And to lose him just like that…
It was a cruel joke.
He was sick. There was no doubt that he was ever going to make it. Leukaemia sucked him dry from the inside. I watched him wither and rot in his skin until he was nothing but the shallow reflection of the glorious and mighty man he used to be. It hurt me to see him slowly perishing, but all of that didn't prepare me for his death.
None of it ever prepared me for this gut-wrenching feeling that made me feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest and crashed in an iron fist.
Every cell in my body was affected by my dad’s passing, every part of me hurt and the memories did not make it any better. The big portraits that hung on every wall were suddenly so vivid and so bright I could see them at every turn.
A subtle knock sounded on the door before it softly creaked open. Hushed footsteps filled the space before a sense of familiarity washed over me. A hand laid on my shoulder and squeezed gently.
“It’s time to go, Dona.” My brother’s voice came out soothing, but the high pitch in it made memories of my father flood my mind, opening a floodgate of bitter, sorrowful tears.
I choked on my saliva as dry heaves wrenched themselves from out of me, pain clutching my insides in a tight grip and not letting me breathe. It felt like a thousand razors were cutting through my lungs with every inhalation and it hurt so fucking much.
His arms wrapped around me and he softly rocked me from side to side, murmuring sweet words into my ears.
“Dad will be landing today from Buckingham. Seeing as how today is the last day of ‘The Elizabeth Tower has fallen’ everyone is going crazy. And I mean everyone.” He snorted a laugh, and I couldn’t help but find it ironic how Charles was so alike with our dad.
Heck. He was the literal younger version of him. The hazel eyes, the hairline, and even his dry jokes sounded exactly like Dad’s.
“Where’s mom?” My voice came out crooked and unrecognizable to my ears; I hated how I didn’t seem to have it together. But how was I supposed to be all composed when I had just lost a part of me?
Just… How did one get from having such a big figure in their lives, and then all of a sudden they were ripped from you? It didn’t make sense. None of it did. How do you transition from it? How do you live knowing that you will never see them again?
“Already on the way to the airport to receive the body.”
The body…
Who would have thought that my father would one day be referred to as ‘the body’…
With a heavy sigh and a sinking feeling in my chest, I nodded before ungluing myself from the window sill. Charles stepped away a few feet before regarding me fully.
I sniffled and stepped into my black loubotins and smoothed the creases off my long black dress.
“I look like a mess,” I noted staring at my youngest brother. He responded with a pearly grin before fishing out a pair of black Christian Dior sunglasses. I smiled and wiped a hand off my puffy, swollen face.
I grasped the sunglasses and wiped the ugly tears before slipping them on and staring at him with a silent question.
“No one is expecting you to look like a runway model, Dona. You just lost your dad. A little bit of crying goes a long way.” He soothed stepped closer and offered his arm.
How was he so calm and collected when I was dying inside with just a little thought of my dad?
“Sometimes it’s hard to believe that you’re just sixteen.” I took his arm and then glared at him from my shoulder. He gave me a knowing smirk.
“What can I say? I take after the greatest.” And how true that was!
We left my chambers and joined the convoy in a black Rolls Royce, and a fleet of cars bearing the United Kingdom flag stretched on silent roads to Heathrow Airport. Everywhere my eyes landed were the UK flags lowered to half-mast, silence ringing loudly through the cities. It all felt too surreal.
We arrived at the airport in a heartbeat, and masses and crowds of people were gathered just outside to welcome and receive their lord and archduke.
There was utter silence, not even a single buzz or cough was heard.
Charles and I joined the rest of the family, and seeing my mother so broken shattered the mask I carefully crafted in the past 20 minutes we drove from the castle.
The urge to go to her and engulf her in a tight embrace was almost suffocating. But roles, and fucking positions…
A sad hymn was sang and my heart leaped into my throat when the doors opened and the bishop appeared from the double doors, followed by a coffin covered with a Great Britain flag.
James’s hand slipped across my shoulders and unlike Charles’s, his was stronger, firmer.
I let myself crumble and hid my face on his side, letting the rain pour down my face and drench his custom coat. The Coffin was carried to the Royal hearse and once again, we paraded my father in front of thousands and thousands of patriots who waved their flag at the passing coffin.
“Careful how you conduct yourself in public, Rayana.” James’s voice came out hard and unfeeling, and I looked at him like I was staring at a stranger. Shock and utter disbelief exuding thick and heavy from me.
It’s been just 9 days after our dad passed, James being the filial, model son he was, had already assumed the title of the Archduke and was trying so hard to portray this strong facade of the future Lord of Fairefax. And fuck, I hated every minute of it.
He was the firstborn child, and a male at that; a rightful heir to the archduchy and he had such big shoes to fill; but couldn’t he have a heart and wait until our father was laid to rest? Couldn’t he just… Cast aside the whole heir and inheritance bullshit aside until we had buried our father? And just how long would he keep the good-guy act?
Maybe until after he is officially named the new Archduke of Fairefax?
“I apologize for tainting your image, brother. But I just lost my dad. I don’t think the Grim Reaper cared a bit about public image and royal duties we have to uphold when he decided to rob us of our father.” I fired back sniffing into the small handkerchief that once belonged to my dad.
James’s gaze came in hot and scalding from my right, and I brushed it off like it was nothing.
“The Grim Reaper did not rob us of our father. He was ill, we watched him die a little day by day. And I know this is quite upsetting, sister, but remember we are nearing the most important time. The people are already looking up to the next Lord and the ruler of the Archduchy. Need I remind you, that all of the eyes are on me expecting me to fail? It is I who is responsible for continuing our father’s legacy. So pardon me if I find it very hard to come to terms to our father’s funeral. This is also hard on me.”
The sheer gall!
RAYANAI whisked my head to the side and glared at the monster who was sitting at my right, looking so unaffected by the series of nonsense he just spewed. Inheriting the archduchy was all that he thought about. My blood roared in my veins, and venom threatened to choke me dead. I bit my tongue and swallowed the poison that was ready to pour off my tongue, then decided to glare out the window at the passing scenery. He was right, to some extent. Our lives, unlike theirs, were a long political charade, always open and exposed to the eyes of the public. And vultures and thieves were hiding in the shadows waiting for a moment of weakness, just a tiny lapse in judgment and they would latch on everything that had the archduchy name on it. I released a shaky breath and pinched my eyes shut.And in that moment, I wished I was born ordinary. At least I could mourn my father’s death without having to worry about being mocked for grieving my dad. “I understand it is hard for you, brother.
Chapter 5ALEJANDRO POVI watched her out of my peripheral vision as she rose from her seat and walked out. Her face was swollen, her feet wobbly, yet she managed to hold her head up high and walk out like she owned the place. I looked at the front of the ballroom at the excuse of a man called her brother, only to find him glaring piercing daggers at her retrieving back. I let out a smooth chuckle!Of course, he didn’t like it. And she just had to do it.My chest ballooned with pride as I cast another look at her, and a foreign feeling caught my heart in a tight grip.I swallowed hard. I don’t know what it was that propelled me to fly to the UK. And I knew damn well it wasn’t to pay tribute to the late archduke. Yes, we may have been business associates but that was all it ever was. Nothing more, nothing less. And we sure as hell were not on a friendly basis to attend each other’s backyard brunches and funerals. And heck, now that I thought about it, I had a shit ton of things to t
Chapter 6RAYANA POV The morning arrived, and I peeled myself reluctantly from the warm pillow. The inside of my head felt like a clubhouse of a thousand trolls, and there was this sinking feeling that seemed to be pulling my insides into a bottomless pit. I remained seated for a few minutes, trying to come to the current reality and not drift away in the musings of my mind. As much as my mind had rather amusing things- and I would rather be anywhere than in my current life- I had to get up and face the day. The door was yanked open and in came Charlotte dressed in a pair of black pants, black stiletto heels, and a black coat. She had on her head a small veil that covered her pale skin and undoubtedly poofy eyes. “You look like shit.” She said walking in my direction and stood before my bed. I wanted to ask where she got the energy to get up so early and prep up, while I was here feeling like I had had a one on one with John Cena in a wrestling mania!“And you bathed nice,” I said
Chapter 7RAYANA POVLiquid shock held my lungs captive as I watched HIM walk away, shoulders and frame larger than life. Everything in my body and soul just knew that it was the beautiful intruder from last night, the same man who'd moved into my head and decided to live rent-free. His face was the replica of an angel, his body the one only possessed by gods. It was clear to any onlooker that God took his time sculpting, modeling, and framing to be the finest specimen he was.And the voice... I now knew who the owner of that sweet voice was, and intrigue bubbled inside me like green acid.I wondered what his eyes looked like. Damn the bloody glasses that hid those killer jewels from me."I don't blame you for staring. He's hot as fuck." Charlotte's voice yanked me from my musings. Redness crept to my face and I thanked Heaven for the small blessings since my face was already red from all the crying.I cast a look at my sister to find her staring at me, a knowing look on her face. I
Chapter 8RAYANA POVHeels clicking on the marble floor, we all waded into the main office where we all plopped wherever our heart desired. James had already sucked all the decorum out of all of us, and no one cared how messy everyone must have looked. I scoffed when he claimed my father’s seat on the main desk, then leaned back and watched us like we were peasants under his mercy. His gaze was proud, triumph dripping off him with disgusting arrogance I found myself wondering if the man in front of us was the brother I grew up with and loved with the whole of me. “You are so fucking unbelievable.” Even though everything was happening right in front of my eyes, I still found myself having a hard time wrapping myself around the recent happenstances.Everything was happening so fast that my mind failed to catch up, and all it did was drag behind and register the events a little too late. Just a few days ago I was sleeping in a jail cell, and then my father died. I bet the Latino office
Chapter 9 THE WILLTo my amazing wife- Agatha Anne Mountbatten, my beloved children James William Mountbatten, Rayana Elizabeth Mountbatten, Charlotte Victoria Mountbatten, and Charles llI Harry Mountbatten, I leave the Archduchy of Fairefax and all its assets.However, I revoke all wills, codicils, and other testamentary dispositions previously made by me, jointly or severally, and I bequeath the title of the archduke, in this case, archduchess, and all the governing power to my daughter Rayana Elizabeth Mountbatten.It is my final wish that Rayana, as the newly appointed heir by this will, inherits the archduchy and leads our family with wisdom and compassion.Regarding the business interest of the archduchy, I appoint my daughter Charlotte Victoria Mountbatten as the new Financial Engineer, overseeing the financial strategies and growth of the leading company Royal Holdings and the archduchy.Charles shall serve as the new CEO of Royal Holdings at the age of 23 and shall continue
Chapter 10ALEJANDRO POVShock made way for utter silence as I stepped into the office, my hand itching to just pull out my AMT and burst James’s brains out and watch them splatter to the floor. It had taken everything inside of me to sit outside of the office and listen to all the bullshit he had to say after the will was read and let’s say, I was rather amused by my level of patience. I never knew I had that patience until today. Eyes bore holes into me from every corner of the room, and I rolled my head on my shoulders slightly, before running my tongue across my teeth, then turned to face James where he stood looking like he was staring at a bloody ghost. If only he knew I was worse than ghosts! Worse than any kind of nightmare he could possibly think of.I was the ruination! And today was the literal end of his crazy!“I am Alejandro Rodriguez, the executor of the late Archduke’s will.” I introduced myself briefly, then turned to look at the widow who was canoodled in a chair
Chapter 11RAYANA POVThe night came and my heart still felt heavy with the revelation that rocked my boat. I laid in bed trying to process everything single thing that happened in the past two weeks, from my dad dying down to the hot stranger in the garden being the executor of my dad’s will!Everything my mind landed on seemed to be like something straight out of a soap opera, and my head hurt just trying to decipher it further.Sleep eventually claimed me, and once again, my dreams were hijacked by the handsome stranger, now with a face, and eyes that stripped you bare with a mere stare. ~~~The morning arrived sooner, and I was woken up by the vibrating sound of my phone from the nightstand. With a deep groan, I picked it up and slapped it on my ear without even checking who the caller was, then let out a small “Hello!”“OH MY GOD YOU ARE THE ARCHDUCHESS. I CAN’T WAIT FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES WE ARE GOING TO HAVE. ARE WE GOING TO GO THOSE GATHERING YOUR MAMA AND PAPA USE
Chapter 77ALEJANDRO POVMy ears clogged on ascending. Luckily I had a little good human to keep my mind occupied. Viper had made it a deal to call us into the small office at the back of the jet, between the lounge space and the bedroom space, to fill us in with the happenstances that had occurred in my absence. Some of the things he hinted was that maybe, just maybe, we have been hunting for the traitor from the wrong huddle. His words haunted me even an hour later as I lay in the lounger with Rayana’s body on top of mine, her head snuggled in the crook of my neck and her breaths coming out in small pants. Everything about her was just so perfect. So natural. Even the way she casually touched my cheek here and there while looking into the small device in my hand, all made me believe my little notion that she was indeed the rib of my ribs!“Check this out.” I drawled in a small raspy voice. Her attention flew to the tablet in my hand. I scrolled a few before clicking onto the link
Chapter 76RAYANA POVI woke up curled into Alejandro’s side, his whole being wrapped around me like a warm comforter. I let my eyes take him in fully, let them wander on every single nook and crook of his face. I printed each detail to memory, and for the umpteenth time, I was awed by the beauty of this man. Long lashes, thick eyebrows that only models could get from terrible laser operations, lips so full and lush that the V dipped so down low. He had these beads of sweat on his forehead that I just wanted to lick with my tongue because that’s how much I loved him. When sleeping, he looked so beautiful. No angry grunts, no heavy sighs, no tiredness that weighed so heavily on him that it was all evident in his simple glance… Just peace. His scent was the soothing elixir I never knew I needed. I was never really a big fan of scents and personal odors, but Alejandro made me find out things about myself I never really knew I had in me. If it were a few months ago I would cringed at t
Chapter 75RAYANA POVAlejandro balanced me on one arm as he attempted to open the door, but I beat him to it and twisted the door hand. He pushed it open to reveal a pathway of roses and candles all around. My mouth fell open in a small gasp of surprise as my eyes took in every little detail. Somehow in a span of few hours, they had managed to turn my bedroom into a whole honeymoon suite. The entire room was filled with red and white, from roses to the white small throw on the red bed… And everything else reminded me of the time he first took me. The time he claimed me and destroyed for any other man, living or dead. My breath hitched at the memory and heat spread all over my body like wildfire.“Wow…” I breathed out softly. Alejandro simply le
Chapter 74ALEJANDRO POVEvery time THAT thought crossed my mind, my whole body shook. Shivers rattled my bones and an unknown force slammed right into my chest, causing goosebumps to erupt all over me and sheathe my body like a second layer of skin.At some point, I almost freaked out thinking I was scared, that I was regretting all of this… But then I figured it was because everything was all too surreal. All unbelieveable. A man like me didn’t deserve this much happiness. A man like me with a closet so full of skeletons that they couldn’t be hidden anymore, deserved nothing but isolation for the rest of his life. Cause as they all love to say, people in our world were all beyond redemption. Right now, I was starting to wonder if that was even true.
Chapter 73RAYANA POVGrowing up, I always imagined that my wedding was going to be the grandest of all times. I imagined it being the most iconic, even more grand than Princess Diana’s herself. I pictured the entire country going on a national lockdown to celebrate the holy matrimony of the Archducke’s older daughter.I imagined chariots, horse carriages straight out of Disney movies, cherry blossoms littering the ground I walked on. I imagined a literal fairy tale, straight out of the books and brought to life. I pictured myself wearing a beautiful princess gown, all white, my teeth brighter than the golden rays of the sun.It probably would have been like that if my dad was still alive, or maybe if Luke was still alive and it was him I was tying the knot to. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever pictured myself being pushed down the aisle in a wheelchair by my younger brother, while my family stood at the head of the chapel watching with eyes filled with tears. At that point, I j
Chapter 72RAYANA POVAwareness came in bits and pieces. I could feel it by the slow intake of breath and the blood thrumming inside of me that I was alive. But I was not in the world where the sun rose from the east and set in the west. That one was very much evident. Where I was, everywhere I looked, everywhere my eyes landed on was nothing but pure and raw darkness. It was cold, bone-chilling and there was this eerie sensation that kept on washing over me, like cold fingers caressing my skin and making it crawl. And the funny thing was, I felt like I was floating. There was no ground beneath my feet, and my whole body was lighter than a feather. But in this darkness, nothing else existed. It was just me and the deep nothingness that had swallowed me. There was no pain, no joy, and the entire place was void of any sort of feeling.That’s when I heard it. A low murmur of voices, like I was somehow inside a closed drum and they were coming from the outside. That would fucking explai
Chapter 71ALEJANDRO POVNausea and fury rolled inside of me like hot green acid. I had hoped that the solo drive after the damn ambulance would calm me the fuck down, but the annoying wee! Wee! Wee! Oof the bloody siren made me want to gut the steering wheel right out of its cradle. Every single sound of it meant Rayana was inching closer and closer to death, and that could only mean one thing. My days of pure and unsullied happiness were over!And no. That couldn’t fucking be. I couldn’t allow it. Rayana was not going to leave me because if she left, then she’d leave with the little remaining piece of my soul.And that would be the worst punishment any man cou
Chapter 70ALEJANDRO POVPain sliced through me. The kind of agony that made me weak in the knees.I’d fucking seen that bloody red dot as it danced around her. But I was fucking slow. Too slow to react and was not faster than a damn bullet. Horror landed inside of me in all its form as I raced up the raised deck, watching with eyes snapped wide as Rayana went lax in her seat. Her head rolled to the side, and her eyes found mine just before she closed them and collapsed. I caught her body before it could collide with the floor, then placed my hand on the reddened spot where her blood was coming out in gallons. The tether of her pain echoed all around me, and I could all bu
Chapter 69RAYANA POVA rattling shudder rolled down the length of my spine as we rolled down the long, narrow, and carpeted hallway inside Buckingham Palace. It felt like forever since I had stepped foot in here and I hated the fact that I wasn’t so thrilled about being back to my office. If it were any other day, I would have been on the fucking cloud nine. “You alright?” Alejandro’s hand dropped to my lower back, and the heat from his palm seemed to permeate right through my skin and disperse the concentrated tension down there. I let out a huge puff of breath before staring at him in my peripheral, then gave him an unsure nod. I had wanted to carry out the press conference in my own time and on my own terms: when I felt ready to take over the world again. But that visit from my aunt had me sleepless for days, gnawing and churning me from the inside. The disapproval inside her voice had been deadly; but despite all of that, there was no way I would undo what I did. Yes, I und