“Don’t tell me that meeting the man who slept with me at the whiskey library was all a part of your brilliant plan to Control me, my family, and my father's properties?” she throws the question at me. “It was not all a part of my plan” I try to defend. “If you knew something about the stranger at the whiskey library, why didn't you just tell me?” she asks, looking at me dead in the eyes with her Hazel eyes piercing deep into my soul. “Why did you bind me to an arranged marriage with you and accept my baby as yours when the Queen tried to throw me out as if you were doing me a favour?” she yells. “What was the aim behind your notion of false sacrifice?” she continues with her series of questions. “I know that you may not believe me right now, but I can swear on my life that the whole episode at the whiskey library was not part of the plan,” I try to explain even though I know that I sound really stupid saying that “So there was a plan,” she asks, wearing a smile that is loaded like a gun. “Can you please listen to me,” I plead. “Listen to you?” she scoffs. “Just because you are the billionaire crown prince of Orion you killed my father, then You set me up as the prime suspect in the murder case, blackmailed me to be around you or you exposed my identity as the legitimate daughter of Dylan Grayson and now I am stumbling on the secret that the stranger that I had a one night stand with at the whiskey library was all a part of your brilliant plan to get me entangled with you?” she scoffs in disdain
View More|ELENA’S POV|“Jayda,” I say as soon as the call connects on the other end.“I have a bad feeling about this,” she says almost immediately.“Bad feeling about what?” I ask her confused “Every time you call my name like that, it means we have a problem,” she states confidently.“My life had been revolving around a whole lot of drama these days and at this point, I am so over it, but I am way too entangled in this drama and I don’t see a way out of it,” I Inform her as I start to seriously panic.“What is it this time?” she inquired sounding uninterested in the conversation.“The prince of hell wants me to plan a welcome party for 500 guests in less than 7 hours,” I inform.“Who is he welcoming?” she asks almost immediately.“I didn’t care enough to ask, but I think it is Celine,” I answer her.“Celine the Princess of Amazonite?” She asks alarmed “How am I supposed to know that?” I ask her “It can only be the Princess of Amazonite,” she says with conviction.“How are you so sure of t
|ELEMA’S POV|I have been stranded outside this building for a very long time, with the early morning cold seeping into my bones as a result of the light clothing that I have on.I have tried everything humanly possible from waving down cars that are going into the palace, to pleading with the security out of desperation, but nothing worked.My frustration is mounting, and I can feel the tears of exasperation trying to spill, but just when I was about to give up, a car pulled up in front of me.I observed the car, looking kind of confused because I didn’t wave the car down, and lo and behold, my eyes landed on the second prince of Orion as he rolled down his glass.“Need a hand?” he inquired and I quickly got up from the ground with relief washing over me.I couldn’t help but smile back at him, my frustration melting away in the face of the unexpected client, as I quickly made my way to the other side of the door that his driver already opened for me to get in.“What are you doing out
|ELENA’S POV|The shrill ring of the phone jolts me awake with my heart pounding in my chest as I fumble in the dim light, knocking a half-empty water bottle off the nightstand before my hand finally finds the offending device. Squinting at the bright screen, I swipe to answer, bringing the phone to my ear."Hello?" l let out with a voice thick with sleep, the word barely more than a mumbled grunt. “Were you sleeping?” the person at the other end of the call inquires and at the question, I run my eyes with my free hand, trying to shake off the remnants of a dream already fading from memory.“Girl!!!” Jayda lets out an exclamation that makes me curious as to why she is the one on the other end of the phone.“Where were you last night?” she inquires and I try to recall the events of the previous night even though my brain is still in the process of booting. “The more detailed you are about your movement the better,” she adds.“After texting you to rant about how stressful my day was,
|ASHER’S POV|“We have a situation,” Malcolm informs as he bursts through the grand double doors of my mahogany-lined office startling me with the interruption.My attention is divided from being on call with Allen as I see Malcom panting slightly, clutching his phone in his trembling hands, with his face holding a mask of urgency.“What is the situation,” I ask him waiting to hear what the urgency is all about.“Her Highness is back from her tour, and as we speak both she and Amelia are fighting in the lounge,” he informs, and my face drains of color as I take in the news.The room is filled with intense silence, broken only by the ticking of the antique clock on the wall as I try to picture the situation and how to tackle it.“Are you not going to intervene in the fight?” Malcolm asks with a sense of urgency in his voice as I quickly get up from my seat to follow him.On getting to the lounge, I see Celine, the princess of Amazonite in a sleek black dress, and Amelia in a fiery red
/ELENA’S POV/“Can I sit here?” Allen inquires but I move away from where I was to make him understand that he is not welcome around me.“I am sorry for what happened earlier,” he apologizes as he takes his seat next to me but I scoff in disdain.“I feel like I must have made you feel stupid by my actions, considering the fact that you blindly trusted me, a stranger but the truth is that I really didn’t want to take advantage of you, I just had to do what I had to do,” he explains.“You don’t owe me an explanation, so just pocket it,” I answer him in a harsh tone, my words laced with disdain.“Come on Elena…” he urges but I look up and down at him condescendingly.“Ever since I started talking to you, I have not lied to you, I only took advantage of your desperation to help you into the palace as per Asher's orders,” he says in an attempt to justify his actions.“It's fine,” I answer him coldly.“You also lied to me to make me help you, so aren’t we even now?” he presents.“You are r
|ELENA’S POV|After staying by the waterfall for a while and trying to figure out what my next move will be in vain, my phone starts to ring, and on checking the caller ID, I realize that Jayda is the one calling.“I know that you have every reason to be angry with me, but can you please forgive me?” Jayda pleads as soon as the call connects before I even get the chance to say anything.“Where have you been?” I ask her, trying really hard to hold myself together.“My cousin was on tour, but she found out that her finance went behind her back to get together with someone else, so she returned home and has been turning everywhere upside down since then,” she starts.“Unfortunately, I was the scapegoat that was sent to her house in a hurry to calm her down, but in the process of rushing I forgot to take my phone along with me and I couldn’t leave my cousin's house because she kept on threatening to crash the party but her identity is quite peculiar, so her crashing the party would have
|ASHER’S POV|“Now that Mrs. Feisty is gone, can you tell me what that was all about?” Allen inquires as soon as Elena walks away and I sigh.“Why are you suddenly sending me away to let her take my place when we both know that she can’t do my job,” he laments.“I need you to do something else,” I inform him.“What can be so important?” he groans.“Keeping an eye on a lot of people,” I inform him.“But I have always been doing that while dispensing my duties well,” he complains.“Fair point,” I admit.“You just need an excuse to keep her close right?” he tries to reason with me.“More like keeping her safe,” I answer him but had sends me a dissatisfied look.“To you or anyone, I may not be transparent because I grew up in the palace where trusting people is not an option but I am still asking you to trust me even if that means asking for too much…keep trusting me till I can tell you,” I admonish.“How does it make sense that you can’t trust me with your deepest secret but I am suppose
|ELENA’S POV|My face etches with disbelief and hurt at the realization of the Prince of Hell controlling my every move behind the scenes without my knowledge.I swallow the lump in my throat and with a final glance at the stranger that I met at the Palace gate, I turn my back and step away feeling heavier than the last. “What was I expecting from a stranger?” Idoff in disappointment.“All the strangers that I have encountered and felt safe around have ended up stabbing me in the gut, so why did I think this was going to be any different?” I question myself as my shoulders slump, and my head is bowed low as if carrying the weight of the betrayal is weighing me down. “The first stranger turned out to be the primary cause of my misery in this country, the second stranger took advantage of my situation and slept with me, while the third one plunged me deeper into this mess,” my eyes brim with tears as I walk away, leaving behind not just the prince of hell and Allen, but a piece of mys
|ELENA’S POV|I crouch to my knee amidst the sea of laughter and chatter, praying so hard that someone will wake me up from the horrible nightmare that I have been plunged into for the last 6 days because I am surrounded by people, yet there's a palpable sense of isolation.After a while of staring into space, I give a smile that doesn’t quite reach my face as I advance with the guests that seem to be forming a cluster at other middle of the hall. I am physically present in the crowd, yet my mind seems to be somewhere else entirely. It’s as if I am in my world, a world where I am the only inhabitant. “What next?” I ask myself on the verge of tears feeling purposeless and useless because the past four days of my life have been spent trying to come up with ways to save Amelia, but it turns out that the person who needs saving is me who gives off finding excuses to justify peoples gutter behavior.“What more do I have to lose apart from what I have lost?” I ask myself as I watch the en
| Elena's POV | "I'm finally home," I sigh in relief after finally getting through the stressful gate procedure of my father's mansion and getting to the front of the building that I tracked my father to the last time he came over to Silver City to visit me during my 19th birthday.Thank goodness I was smart enough to place the tracker that my hacker friend, Jayda recommended in my father's wallet and have it disconnected immediately after pinpointing his location so he wouldn’t trace it to me.If I didn't do what I did, I guess I would still be locked away in Silver city wondering how beautiful it will be if I had the freedom that every other young adult is taking for granted. "Also, thank goodness I was smart enough to get my hacker friend to handle the security procedures so well that my big surprise for my dad was not ruined," I sigh in relief as I start to drag my box into the grand estate with towering columns, intricate architectural details, and lush gardens. The mansion
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