|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
| 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
/Elena's POV/ "Whether my father wants to talk to me or not, I need to get my answers directly from the horse's mouth, even if that means triggering his ego, having him change his mind, and having him send me back to the silver city," I decide as I make my way out of the room because I will instead seek answers from my dad than keep on torturing myself to wrap my head around the confusing situation. Most importantly, I need to know why exactly my father went from being mad at me to wanting to bring in my nanny Olivia and her daughter Amelia over to Orion, which is so uncalled for because I came over here to spend time with my father, so I see no logical reason why my dad keeps making my nanny Oliva and her daughter Amelia follow me around like a shadow. "We suddenly went from having to host the crown prince in the house to having to prepare to host three more guests," I hear the servants mumbling, and the mention of the crown prince brings me to a halt. "Ho
/Elena's POV/ Despite his hesitance, the hot specimen and I walk into the hotel with our arms linked together. Instead of the hotel security that stopped me earlier to bombard us both with questions or stop us from entering the hotel, we are properly ushered into the hotel, so I am guessing that this hot specimen must be one of the creme de la cream of the society. "Now that I have helped you get into the hotel like you wanted, our deal is off," he speaks up, disengaging himself from me as soon as we approach the elevator. "I hope we can go our separate ways and never cross paths again," he adds, punching the elevator button. "I need the elevator to find the person that I am looking for," I say with an awkward smile, hinting in the direction of the elevator, even though I don't know where to start searching for my dad and the crown prince in such a big hotel. Still, right now, I am not about to look clueless and stupid in front of this hot guy so that he
/Elena’s POV/I make my way to the ground floor and on getting to the ground floor I could see that someone was thoughtful enough to get the ambulance over there while I was trying to explain things to the incompetent bastard in a security uniform. “What do I do now,” I start to pace around the front of the hotel after trying to get close to accompany the ambulance to wherever my dad had been taken to in vain.“Let’s get my father's right-hand man here,” I decide as I make a run for the parking lot where my dad's car was parked earlier. “Liam right?” I inquire on recalling the driver whom I messed with his intelligence just to be able to get myself into the car trunk and he nods. “What are you doing here ma’am,” he inquires. “My father was gunned down in that hotel so you will have to take me home so that we can get Austin here ….. that way, I will be able to stay with my dad since everyone around knows him but not a single person knows me,” I instruct. “Why don’t we just give hi
|ELENA’s POV| “Is there anywhere you would like to drop by before going home?” The driver inquires after driving me away from the hotel. “I don’t want to go home, but at the same time I don’t know anywhere in town so can you keep driving around till we get to a place where we can grab a nice drink?” I inquire. “Okay ma’am …. I know the best place for you” he says as he ignites the car engine and drives away. I try to relax in the car, thinking about what is going to happen to me now that my father is dead……. I barely have a life, and being another lock and key is the only thing I have gotten used to over the past fifteen years since my father thought that it was going to be a wonderful idea to hide me away. I wanted change so badly, but if I had ever taken a peek into a 30-second trailer of my life and found out that getting the freedom that I wanted would make me lose my father, I would have compromised my freedom. Right now, I feel so numb because I don’t know if I am suppo
/ASHER HARRINGTON’S POV| “It’s bad enough that the prime minister and I finally decided to be seen together in public to finalize a whole lot of things after years of coded communication so that our plans don’t get exposed to the wrong people by using the arranged marriage between the Harringtons’ and the Grayson’s that I have been trying to find a way around because I was not comfortable with getting trapped in an arranged marriage when there are other ways that I can get stuff one, why did I have to walk into the hotel to find Dylan Grayson’s body on the ground when I already made preparations to tighten the security of the hotel in advance?” I ask myself for the umpteenth time. “Can you just stop blaming yourself already?” Malcolm, 3 in one groans from the driver’s seat. “How won't I blame myself?” I question him. “The prime minister lost his life over my carelessness, and it is more than annoying that he got killed right under my nose, and that too when everything that my fat
|Asher’s POV| “What is going on here?” I ask the waiter. “This lady is a new customer that I was trying to introduce to our facilities at RIL, and she seemed like a promising customer, so I talked to my colleagues to allow her to do her thing since she seemed to be in a really bad mood, then come back to proceed with the formalities when she feels a little bit better,” the waiter starts.“Was was her take on that?” I further ask the waiter “She was fine with the suggestion, and she even gave us her premium card to made payment for her membership so I was 100% sure that she is legit,” one of the waiters involved in the commotion explains. “Who says I am not legit?” the stranger from the hotel suddenly jumps in front of the waiter as if she wants to start up a fight. “How can I not be legit when my father is the prime minister of Orion,” she argues. “This is the problem that I have with her, she remembers every other irrelevant thing, and she keeps claiming to be the daughter of th
|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