“It’s very much expected of him to do that,” Signoral replied, her eyes darting around the room.After Anthony left, Ranya had maintained his stance on not sharing a room with her. She needed to make Calista understand that Ranya belonged to her, and no matter what love might be blooming between them, she wasn’t going to sit idly by and let her take him—just as Vivian had.Losing him to peasants always made her blood boil with anger as she paced back and forth in her room while Penelope updated her on the recent activities in Texas. Someone powerful had pulled the news down, which she believed was Ranya’s doing.“Mr. Ranya isn’t the one who pulled down the news, ma’am,” Penelope declared, her tone edged with uncertainty.Signoral clutched the phone tightly against her ear. If Ranya hadn’t pulled down the news, then who had? After his father, Ranya was the most powerful man she knew, capable of moving mountains if he wished. At thirty-one, the young man had established himself as a for
“You did a good job,” Ranya complimented, looking down at Calista as the elevator doors closed. Calista cast her gaze away, hoping that whatever she had just done wouldn’t strain her relationship with Emily. She just hoped Ranya was wrong. What she needed to focus on now was how to come up with the right apology. So far, Emily had been extremely understanding.But she couldn’t help but notice the change in Emily’s personality. She seemed different—a lot different—and Calista couldn’t quite put her finger on it.“What did you mean by exposing Emily?” Calista asked, finally gathering her thoughts.“Are you sure that’s her real name?” Ranya inquired, finally releasing his grip on her wrist but staying close, as if she might disappear if given the opportunity.“What?” Calista replied, confused.“Emily. Are you sure that’s her name?”“Of course. You’re the one who doesn’t know the name of the woman you’re marrying,” Calista shot back.Ranya looked down at her and laughed slightly. Thinking
The room was filled with suffocating silence, and tension hung heavy in the air. Even the domestic workers were on edge, afraid to make a sound and get caught in the brewing storm.“What did you just say, Ranya?” Signoral’s voice wavered, her limbs too weak to move. “You’re what?” The words that escaped her lips sounded more like a screech than a question. Signoral tightened her fists, her body trembling with rage. “Ranya, what did you say?”“You heard me, Miss Hamilton.” The boldness in his tone made her seethe with fury. “I’m in love with Calista,” Ranya replied, his hand still firmly wrapped around her waist.Signoral’s eyes darted to Calista, who stood frozen in shock, her lashes fluttering as she tried to process what was happening. This wasn’t what she had expected. Tomorrow was supposed to be the ceremony, and now Ranya was calling off his wedding because of her.“Calista!” Signoral’s voice cracked as she took a step toward her, a murderous look in her eyes. Calista glanced awa
“Ranya!” Mr. Lewiston called angrily, striding over to his son. He couldn’t understand why Ranya was so determined to destroy everything connected to him. “You’re going to marry the young Miss, and that’s final.”Ranya turned, his expression cold. “What makes you think you have a say in my life?” Anthony had tried to follow Calista when she stormed upstairs, but Ranya had held him back, preventing him from pursuing her further.Even though Calista hadn’t accepted his feelings, Ranya wasn’t about to let anyone unworthy near her. She was his to protect, and Anthony needed to understand that.Anthony’s frustration boiled over. He had always been second to Ranya, and now, with Calista, it was happening again. The woman he wanted more than anything was slipping away because of his brother. Fuming, he tried to punch Ranya, but Damian intervened.“You left once, but you came back to take up your responsibilities,” Mr. Lewiston continued, his voice seething with anger. “You can’t back out now
Calista paced angrily around her room. It was already midnight, and too much had happened since she arrived at the White House. Ranya’s unsettling behavior and unexpected announcement had left her feeling completely out of place. She hadn’t intended to hit Signoral, but the nasty things she had said pushed Calista to the edge.The only solution she saw now was to get out of Washington. She might not be able to catch a flight immediately, but she could at least find a hotel to stay at until the next day. She darted towards the closet, contemplating whether to take any clothes. Anthony had bought everything for her, and taking them might make her feel unreasonable, especially since she knew their relationship was likely coming to an abrupt end.Her stomach twisted uneasily. She hadn’t been able to gauge Anthony’s reaction to everything that had happened. She knew he would be shocked and disappointed, but a part of her, cruel as it might seem, hoped he would be the one to end things.The
“Put me down now, Ranya!” Calista screamed, bewildered as Ranya effortlessly lifted her off her feet, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.“I will, if you stop struggling,” Ranya replied, his voice firm and commanding.Calista stopped wriggling and stretched her neck to look back, catching sight of Anthony trailing behind them, his expression dark with anger as he ordered Ranya to put her down.Growing tired of the situation, Ranya abruptly turned to face Anthony, still holding Calista securely.“Get this straight, Anthony: Calista was never yours, and she never will be.” Anthony’s eyes shifted to Calista, dangling helplessly over Ranya’s shoulder. “She wants to leave, and I’m taking her out of here. Don’t follow us.”“Where are you taking her?” Anthony demanded, fury surging through him. “She clearly doesn’t want your help.”Ranya sighed and put Calista down. “Fine,” he said, turning to her. “Do you want to leave or not? It seems your boyfriend needs your permissio
The ride began in tense silence as Ranya drove through the city toward the ramp where the aircraft awaited them. With Damian sitting beside him in the front seat, Ranya knew the quiet wouldn’t last.“About earlier, I’m really sorry,” Damian began, glancing quickly at Ranya before looking back out the window. “I shouldn’t have said those things about Aunt. I know she’s disappointed in me.”“She is,” Ranya replied, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “But you’re forgiven.”Damian smirked. “I deserve an apology, too.”“For what?”“For almost killing me. I literally saw Dad in heaven… almost,” Damian said, trying to keep a straight face but failing to hide his grin.Ranya chuckled. “What did he say? Bet he was ready to welcome you.”Damian stared at Ranya for a moment, feeling foolish for ever wanting Ranya to be apart from Calista. Ever since she returned, even with her clear hesitation about being with Ranya, he had changed for the better. Damian wondered how happy Ranya would be if he ev
Calista was abruptly awakened by the irritating sound of her phone, pulling her out of a peaceful slumber. She groaned as she fumbled for the device, quickly silencing it with a press of the side button. Letting out a satisfied sigh, she closed her eyes, hoping to return to the blissful embrace of sleep.But the phone rang again, its insistent buzz cutting through the lingering haze of sleep. Calista squinted at the bright screen, the early morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the spacious room. It took her a moment to remember where she was.The room was unfamiliar, and for a few seconds, she felt disoriented. She finally answered the call, barely registering who it was as she brought the phone to her ear.“Get yourself back to California!” her sister Willia’s voice blasted through the speaker, causing Calista to jerk the phone away from her ear.“What’s going on?” she asked, confused by the urgency in Willia’s usually calm voice. She had intended