โItโs very much expected of him to do that,โ 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 wasnโt going to sit idly by and let her take himโjust 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 Ranyaโs doing.โMr. Ranya isnโt the one who pulled down the news, maโam,โ Penelope declared, her tone edged with uncertainty.Signoral clutched the phone tightly against her ear. If Ranya hadnโt 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
โYou did a good job,โ Ranya complimented, looking down at Calista as the elevator doors closed. Calista cast her gaze away, hoping that whatever she had just done wouldnโt 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 couldnโt help but notice the change in Emilyโs personality. She seemed differentโa lot differentโand Calista couldnโt quite put her finger on it.โWhat did you mean by exposing Emily?โ Calista asked, finally gathering her thoughts.โAre you sure thatโs her real name?โ Ranya inquired, finally releasing his grip on her wrist but staying close, as if she might disappear if given the opportunity.โWhat?โ Calista replied, confused.โEmily. Are you sure thatโs her name?โโOf course. Youโre the one who doesnโt know the name of the woman youโre marrying,โ 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.โWhat did you just say, Ranya?โ Signoralโs voice wavered, her limbs too weak to move. โYouโre what?โ The words that escaped her lips sounded more like a screech than a question. Signoral tightened her fists, her body trembling with rage. โRanya, what did you say?โโYou heard me, Miss Hamilton.โ The boldness in his tone made her seethe with fury. โIโm in love with Calista,โ Ranya replied, his hand still firmly wrapped around her waist.Signoralโs eyes darted to Calista, who stood frozen in shock, her lashes fluttering as she tried to process what was happening. This wasnโt what she had expected. Tomorrow was supposed to be the ceremony, and now Ranya was calling off his wedding because of her.โCalista!โ Signoralโs voice cracked as she took a step toward her, a murderous look in her eyes. Calista glanced awa
โRanya!โ Mr. Lewiston called angrily, striding over to his son. He couldnโt understand why Ranya was so determined to destroy everything connected to him. โYouโre going to marry the young Miss, and thatโs final.โRanya turned, his expression cold. โWhat makes you think you have a say in my life?โ 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 hadnโt accepted his feelings, Ranya wasnโt about to let anyone unworthy near her. She was his to protect, and Anthony needed to understand that.Anthonyโs 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.โYou left once, but you came back to take up your responsibilities,โ Mr. Lewiston continued, his voice seething with anger. โYou canโt 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. Ranyaโs unsettling behavior and unexpected announcement had left her feeling completely out of place. She hadnโt 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 hadnโt been able to gauge Anthonyโs 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
โPut me down now, Ranya!โ Calista screamed, bewildered as Ranya effortlessly lifted her off her feet, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.โI will, if you stop struggling,โ 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.โGet this straight, Anthony: Calista was never yours, and she never will be.โ Anthonyโs eyes shifted to Calista, dangling helplessly over Ranyaโs shoulder. โShe wants to leave, and Iโm taking her out of here. Donโt follow us.โโWhere are you taking her?โ Anthony demanded, fury surging through him. โShe clearly doesnโt want your help.โRanya sighed and put Calista down. โFine,โ he said, turning to her. โDo 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 wouldnโt last.โAbout earlier, Iโm really sorry,โ Damian began, glancing quickly at Ranya before looking back out the window. โI shouldnโt have said those things about Aunt. I know sheโs disappointed in me.โโShe is,โ Ranya replied, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. โBut youโre forgiven.โDamian smirked. โI deserve an apology, too.โโFor what?โโFor almost killing me. I literally saw Dad in heavenโฆ almost,โ Damian said, trying to keep a straight face but failing to hide his grin.Ranya chuckled. โWhat did he say? Bet he was ready to welcome you.โDamian 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.โGet yourself back to California!โ her sister Williaโs voice blasted through the speaker, causing Calista to jerk the phone away from her ear.โWhatโs going on?โ she asked, confused by the urgency in Williaโs usually calm voice. She had intended
The hospital buzzed with urgency as medics wheeled Calista into the emergency room. Tubes snaked across her fragile body, her face pale and lifeless. The doctor barked orders to his team, his voice sharp with authority.โSheโs in critical condition! We need to stabilize her heart!โRanya stood frozen in the hallway, his hands trembling as they clutched the edges of his blood-streaked jacket. His throat burned from inhaling smoke, but the agony in his chest far outweighed the physical pain. He paced, his eyes darting to the operating roomโs red light. Every second felt like an eternity.When the doctor emerged, his face grim, Ranya rushed toward him, gripping his coat. โSave her!โ His voice cracked, raw with desperation. โDo whatever it takes. Iโll pay any amount, give up anythingโjust save her!โThe doctor placed a firm hand on Ranyaโs shoulder. โWeโll do our best, but her heart is weak. Sheโs on life support now. The next 24 hours are critical.โRanya staggered back, the weight of th
Ranya gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he pushed the car to its limits. The tires screeched on the asphalt, leaving behind faint trails of smoke as the vehicle hurtled through the deserted road.His heart pounded violently against his ribcage, every beat a painful reminder of the urgency that gripped him. The image of Calistaโs face - her laughter, her warmth - flashed before him. He gritted his teeth, muttering to himself.โHold on, Calista. Hold on for me,โ he whispered, his voice a mix of desperation and determination.Lynnโs voice crackled in his earpiece, updating him on the location. โBoss, the building is fully engulfed. Be careful.โโCareful?โ Ranya barked back. โSheโs in there, Lynn! Do you understand what that means?โLynnโs silence was answer enough. Ranyaโs foot pressed harder on the gas pedal as he weaved through traffic. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Was she alive? Was she trapped, crying out for him? The thought of her s
The whole crowd stirred the moment the old man spoke up, his voice reverberating through the grand hall. Chairman Hamilton, with trembling hands, pointed toward Signoral, his face etched with desperation. โTell me now!โ he rasped, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. โWhat did you do to my Allen?โAllen had always come to him in dreams, begging him to remember. Yet he would wake up to find his mind a blank slateโunable to recall anything.The guests murmured among themselves; the atmosphere turning electric. Whispers of confusion, disbelief, and anticipation rippled through the sea of faces.Signoralโs face turned pale, but she forced herself to remain composed. Clutching Ranyaโs arm, her nails dug into his skin as she hissed under her breath, โIgnore him. Letโs finish this wedding. Now.โRanya shoved her hands away and turned to her with a smirk that didnโt reach his eyes. โAfraid to lose, Signoral?โ he asked mockingly, his lips twitching as he pressed a small button on his earpiece. โLy
The wedding took place in the sprawling outdoors of a luxurious estate in Texas. Guests from across the globe - politicians, business moguls, and celebrities - graced the event. Despite the short notice, the wedding was a spectacle of grandeur. Ornate decorations, pristine floral arrangements, and the soft hum of a live orchestra created an enchanting ambiance. Ranya stood at the altar, his tailored suit exuding elegance, but beneath the surface, a storm of emotions churned. Worry for Calista tightened his chest with every passing moment. He fought to maintain his stoic facade, yet memories of his promises, and the potential consequences of this unionโhaunted him. Thoughts of Calista filled his mind: her smile, her trust, and the despair she must have felt. His hands, clasped tightly in front of him, trembled imperceptibly, a stark contrast to the composed image he projected. With every glance toward the arriving guests, the whispers of his conscience grew louder, questioning h
Signoral stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection a striking vision of elegance. Her white gown, meticulously crafted with intricate lace and shimmering beads, hugged her figure as though it had been made for her alone. Penelope and a small team of stylists hovered around her, making final adjustments to her veil and train. The air felt stiff, not just from the preparations, but from Signoral's brewing thoughts. She couldn't help but feel something was wrong. But she had made Penelope check over and over for any sign of leakage whatsoever. Charlotte, too, had seemed to be in good health, but she hadn't wanted to take any chances. That was why she had wired a lot of money to her, with stern warnings that she had to disappear for good this time. Her phone buzzed on the vanity table, drawing her attention. She picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and swiped to answer. Charlotte's voice came through, sharp and accusatory. Talk of the devil. "Signoral," Charlott
The following morning, preparations for the wedding were in full swing. All of America buzzed with shock at the whirlwind announcement of Ranya and Signoral's wedding. Speculations ran wild, and everyone had an opinion about the sudden turn of events. Some believed Ranya was erratic, incapable of making rational decisions. Others celebrated, claiming that Signoral had finally secured her rightful place by his side. Meanwhile, a considerable number expressed disappointment, having grown fond of Calista and rooting for her relationship with Ranya. The media frenzy was unparalleled. Paparazzi and journalists flocked to both the Lewiston Estate and Signoral's residence, hoping for an exclusive statement from either of them. As expected, Signoral basked in the attention, offering vague yet tantalizing comments to reporters. Ranya, however, maintained a strict low profile, refusing to entertain any questions. Five hours before the open-air weddingโthe most talked about in Americaโthe
Washington, D.C."Did you do as I instructed?" Mr. Lewiston's voice emerged quietly, his hands working diligently on his laptop as he screened through the files the caller had sent him. "Yes, sir," came the composed reply of a woman from the other end of the call. "I sent you every single detail, including the supplements injected into his system. I had one of my men verify the dataโitโs accurate." "And the real heiress?" Mr. Lewiston asked, his tone dropping lower. There was a brief pause before she responded. "She was spotted in China, sir, with your sister," she said, hesitating slightly. "But the authorities were already looking for her. I was about to make provisions to get her out, but they're out already... Mr. Windsor used his jet to take them out. They're on their way to Texas as we speak." "Good work, Rena," he said, leaning back in his chair as he moved his fingers away from the keyboard. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk while he processed the inform
Calista sat in the dimly lit room, her arms wrapped around the chair as the evening deepened into night. Anthony sat across from her, his expression torn between guilt and frustration as they both stared at nothing in silence. Signoral's guards loomed near the door, their presence a constant reminder of her captivity. Calista glanced at Anthony, her annoyance simmering beneath the surface. "Why?" she asked, her voice low and angry. Anthony raised his head and turned to her. Bruises marred his body from the beating. "Why what?" Calista turned away, her chest tightening. She couldn't shake her growing resentment toward Ranya. He hadn't even tried to reach out or threaten Signoral on her behalf. Did he even care if she was okay? He had told her the night before that he couldnโt breathe if she wasnโt nearโฆ but he sounded like someone who had enough oxygen to last him forever, even without her by his side. Her mind drifted to Signoralโs earlier words after she had ended Ranyaโs
โThe wedding wouldn't be held in Washington as I promised. We will have it here." Ranya ended the call with Signoral, his jaw tightening as the anger he had bottled up turned into weariness. The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on him. Damian, Valerie, Lena, and Lynn exchanged wary glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and disbelief. "You didn't ask if she was doing okayโฆ" Mr. MacQuoid's voice broke the silence. He couldn't help himself. His daughter was being held captive by someone who used to be her best friend. Ranya glanced at Mr. MacQuoid, knowing the man felt guilty and was beating himself up over Calista's kidnapping. Perhaps if he hadn't called her to talk about leaving Ranya, things wouldn't have escalated the way they had. "No," Ranya replied curtly, shoving the anger and worry aside. "Hearing her voice will only make me do nasty things I'd definitely regret." And that was the truth. He wouldn't be able to bear it if her voice betrayed any uneasin