Darcus - POV "Ms. Hart, it seems you put much effort into this strategy." Archer smiled at her, and she smiled back. Ella's smile caught my attention, and a pang of jealousy surged through me. She rarely smiled at me, but here she was, smiling at Archer. "So, Mr. Taylor, what do you think? Should we proceed with this strategy or not?" My words directed their attention to Archer's secretary, who looked at me with evident desire. "Hmmm... I think I'd like to proceed with this strategy. Ms. Hart, could you resend the agreement? I'll consult with the team to explore options for increasing the profit margins. Brenton had a great idea," Archer replied, his gaze lingering on Ella with an amused expression. Ella nodded and averted her eyes, focusing on her work behind the laptop. "If we're done, we should take our leave." Ella looked up from her laptop and nodded in agreement. "Mr. Miller and Ms. Hart, why don't you join me in celebrating our company's 50th anniversary? It would be an off
Ella - POV "You're not well, Darcus. Let me call the doctor immediately," I insisted, concerned about his sudden illness. However, Darcus grabbed my hand tightly and sat on the bed, preventing me from leaving the room. The atmosphere in the room changed, and I felt a strange sensation taking hold of my body. I couldn't take my eyes off Darcus, who had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. My heart raced as I looked up to meet his intense gaze. What was happening to me? Why was I feeling this overwhelming desire? "Darcus, I..." I started to speak, my voice trembling, but he interrupted me. "Ella, please don't look at me like that... If you don't want me to kiss you again, please step back," he struggled to get the words out, his voice filled with desire and restraint. I was torn between wanting him to kiss me and the confusion of the situation. My body was aching for his touch, and I couldn't deny my attraction towards him. Conflicting emotions swirled within me as I s
Ella - POV Darcus was writhing in pain, his condition worsening by the minute. Worried, I immediately called the doctors, who arrived promptly to assess his situation. However, despite their expertise, they couldn't pinpoint the cause of his suffering. They administered medication and an injection to alleviate his symptoms and advised me to take him to the hospital for further tests, suspecting an underlying issue. Sitting by Darcus's bedside, I watched him sleep peacefully in the dimly lit room. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon me as I contemplated the following action. Should I leave him alone and attend the party that awaited me, or should I stay by his side, offering comfort and support during this challenging time? It was still early in the afternoon, and a part of me yearned for a temporary escape from the worry that consumed me. With a sigh, I decided to seize a momentary respite from the situation. The tailoring team provided me with comfortable attire for the party, a
Ella - POV I dressed in a stunning red gown that shimmered like a gown from the Met Gala. Mr. Taylor's team insisted on doing my makeup and hairstyling, which I initially wanted to decline, finding it excessive. However, after two hours of preparation, I found myself exhausted yet ready for the event. As I stepped out of the room, my eyes fell upon Darcus, dressed impeccably in an expensive tuxedo. His black suit and perfectly styled black hair left me momentarily breathless. He glanced at me, and I instinctively looked away. When I dared to steal another glance, I saw him standing there, momentarily speechless, with a slight parting of his lips. A smile tugged at my own lips, witnessing his reaction. As I walked towards him, he swiftly regained his composure. "I despise gatherings," Darcus chuckled, teasing me as he took my hand. The weight of my gown required me to seek balance, and holding Darcus's hand provided the necessary support. "Why did you agree to come when I suggested
James - POV Darcus led us to a secluded room away from the bustling party. I saw Ella cast a perplexed glance at him. "What's on your mind, Darcus?" Ella asked as we stepped inside. "It's time we acknowledged what transpired between us. I accept that I'm at fault here, not Ella." Darcus confessed, his tone heavy. I turned to Ella, whose face had turned ashen at his words. I shot Darcus a stern look. "James," Darcus began, "I don't want Ella to shoulder the burden alone when I tell you the truth." "I share the blame, too," Ella admitted, her voice laden with sadness. "You don't need to intervene, Mr. Miller. I'm capable of speaking for myself." "I've had enough," I grumbled, "Ella, enlighten me." Ella's eyes welled up at my harsh tone. She clenched her fists, trying to muster courage. "Darcus and I kissed at Avery's farewell party, and not only then, but Darcus also kissed me in the office," Ella admitted, her voice barely a whisper. I was at a loss, my gaze shifting between Ella
Darcus - POV As I sat in the corner of the waiting room, I noticed Mr. Hart and Hana rushing in, their eyes darting around the room in search of Ella. They stopped abruptly as they reached a door in Ella's ICU room. Before they could enter, the doctors emerged, blocking their way. "Please, stay back. The patient is still in critical condition. No visitors are allowed at the moment," the doctor said in a calming tone. At his words, Hana burst into tears. James, observing the scene, moved forward to console her. He then motioned for Mr. Hart and Hana to sit down. Sitting in the corner, I observed the scene unfold, my guilt escalating at the sight of Mr. Hart's fury and Hana's tears. Beside me, Taylor maintained a solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the distraught family. Suddenly, Dargo's voice echoed in my head, "Our own kind has attacked our mate, Ziya spoke." Fear gripped me at the revelation. The identity of the pendant's owner eluded me, even though the pendant James had given
Darcus - POV My dragon, Dargo, had revealed to me that an unknown dragon was responsible, but finding this mysterious stranger who seemed intent on harming me proved to be a conundrum. I slumped down in a chair, frustrated. The clue led nowhere. Angered and seeking revenge, my mother could be the one behind this. Yet, I doubted she'd take such a drastic step. "What happened?" James inquired, taking a sip from a water cup and handing another to me. "My dragon suspects someone from our Dragon shifter caused Ella's accident," I said with a heavy sigh, wracking my brain for possible suspects among my royal court who bore me any grudges. "Also, there were three different blood scents at the accident scene. It's peculiar, considering there were only two victims - Ella and her driver. Even the officers couldn't explain how the car veered off the road." "You are the reason Ella is in this state, yet you still want to claim her as your mate. Bastard!" James exploded, his hands clutching my
Ella - POV {Ella witnessed the past Fragment } The encroaching darkness gradually lifted, and I found myself viewing the world through the eyes of a small toddler. I was cradled, and a nurse handed me to a breathtakingly beautiful woman who appeared to be in pain. She kissed my forehead gently, tears cascading down her cheeks. "I hope you grow up to be strong and selfless, using your power to help those in need," my mother whispered. Her embrace was comforting, but she was evidently struggling to breathe. The nurse then passed me to my father, who looked young and handsome, but his eyes were tinged with sadness. The sight was heartbreaking. "I'm sorry we couldn't save the mother," the nurse said. I started to cry uncontrollably, and my father looked at me with deep sadness. He did his best to soothe me. "I know, Ella, we've lost someone important today, but she wouldn't want us to mourn like this. Don't worry, Ella, your dad will be with you every step of the way," my father's voi