Arabella's POV Is it possible that I am dreaming? Wonderful. Things like this are only seen in movies because they are too good to be true. It is said that a wealthy man is easier to deal with than a woman. However, Princess here is proving them wrong. She wants to befriend me, a nobody. I am pleased with her positive energy and personality. I am a little scared. What if she is just fooling around with me? What if she is just joking around? I could see how Prince's assistant reacted to that. He appeared shocked and disbelieving. Rather than searching for answers. I decided to remind them that I still had a job to complete. So, I cleared my throat to get the attention of the siblings who wanted to kill themselves over whom I became friends with. Their attention was back on me as I spoke. "I appreciate your thoughtful gesture, but I must go back to work. Maybe we will catch up on this when we next meet." My phone chimed as I stood up. I took it out of my pocket and read the message
Arabella's POV "Allow me to rephrase my question. Have you had any previous encounters with Prince?" So, that is it. I do not feel threatened. I refuse to be intimidated by this man. He has no business inquiring about my relationship with the Prince. Whatever I did with him in the past is my business and not his. If Prince had regarded him as important, he would have told him everything about me. The fact that he is asking me indicates that Prince has not told him anything. "Now that I think about it. I recall transferring five hundred thousand dollars to Arabella Simons. Was it a coincidence, or is that your Arabella?" He asked again. This man is beginning to irritate me. "Ask me one more question, and I will report your rude behaviour to the Prince," I threatened, and he moved out of my way. "And please do not bother calling a taxi for me. I can handle it myself," I left after giving him a piece of my mind. Does he think that I am scared of him? As I exited the hotel. I rec
Arabella's POVKenneth and Saraphina have been together for more than three years. It was during her visit two years ago that I learned about it. My mother used to work for Mr. and Mrs. York as a housekeeper. They are the parents of Saraphina. They were nice people. We stayed in the staff quarters at the time. However, every weekend we make our way back to the fishermen's village.I went to the same elementary school as her; we grew up together and became good friends.When my mother discovered her health problems, she was unable to continue working for the York family. However, Saraphina had already become too close to us. She comes to see us from time to time. That is how I came to know Kenneth. He accompanied her once to the village. He seemed like a nice person. "Tell me exactly what happened," I inquired. She is more relaxed now. We are both seated on the edge of the bed. "He got another girl pregnant," she explained. Even though I could not relate to her situation. I could
Arabella's POV"Honey, where did you say you are going again?" I rolled my eyes because I was tired of answering the same question my mother kept asking."Mom, a friend has invited us to a party. She will be here soon," I assured her."Okay, I get it," she said, pacing around my room.I don't even know what she is doing in my room. Thank goodness, we've already packed all our things. This is an invasion of my privacy. Mom has been acting differently since yesterday. I am not sure what is up with her."Mom?" I asked."Yes, honey," she replied, halting her movement around the room."Is there anything you want to tell me?" I had to ask because I could not keep quiet any longer."Nothing," she replied, shrugging and continuing to pace."Mom! Will you stop pacing?" I yelled, and she stopped.I hated it when I yelled at her. But she needs to understand that whatever she is doing is not helping me right now. She appears to be going through something, and I can not help her."I saw your fath
Prince Ethan's POVWe arrived at Arabella's neighbourhood, and I must say, the girl has good taste. I fell in love with this environment the moment we stepped in. It is serene and welcoming. "Do not tell me you are considering purchasing a property here?" Rose, my sister asked.She knew me too well. She was aware of my preference for investing in real estate. Maybe I should invest more in that line of business.I was challenged to go above and beyond what my father had done. I also want to establish my own empire. "Your silence speaks volumes," she said, adjusting her oversized sunglasses."We are here, sir," Zion informed me. Rose was the first to descend, followed by me. I adore this neighbourhood. When I looked at the front of Arabella's house. It is blooming with a variety of flowers. My sister reached for her cell phone, but I bit her on it. I was already dialing her phone number. The phone rang several times before she answered. "Hello," she said with her angelic voice.I c
Prince Ethan's POV"You eat this much, and you never get fatter than this," I told my sister, who had consumed more than she should."I should say the same to you. You ate more than I expected," we both laughed."About Arabella's birthday," I started a conversation with her."I would like you to assist me in planning something special for her. Try and persuade her to spend more time with us." "Do you think I will let her go easily? I have never felt comfortable having someone as a friend before. But she is different, and I want to make her another sister," Rose said, her voice filled with emotion, and I felt her pain.I had no idea my sister was lonely or missed having a friend. She is not the type to get involved in the family business. However, she has more than enough. She did not seem happy, though. I am wondering if she has a good boyfriend."There is no need to worry. We are both in love with the same girl. I will think of something fantastic," she said, winking at me.I shook
"Who is who's girlfriend?" Fuck! Arabella's mom asked as she climbed down the stairs.We froze. I never expected Arabella's mom to come down at this time that I was introducing myself to Saraphina.I gulped, then straightened and collected myself. "Hello, ma'am. I was just introducing myself to my friend's friend,""Oh, I see. I thought my daughter was more than a friend to you. I was happy for a second there," she said and walked away towards the kitchen.I do not mind telling her what I want with her daughter. Arabella, however, was pleading with her eyes. She doesn't want me to say anything.I would not want to do anything to harm her. However, if her mother pushed me too hard. I will have to tell her everything. Maybe it is for the best."Mom?" Arabella walked towards her mother. "Are you sure you will be okay by yourself?" She asked."Of course, Honey. I will be fine. Go have fun and enjoy yourself. I already like your friends," she winked at Rose and me, and we both laughed.Co
Arabella's POVFlying was the greatest thing that could ever happen to me. It has been on my list of things to do. However, I am also afraid of heights. It caught me off guard. I thought we were returning to New York in the luxury van. This was more than enough. Besides, it would be fun to travel in that van. I was relieved that I was about to achieve one of my life's goals. Nonetheless, I was angry with myself for revealing my fears to the siblings. I know Princess will hate me now.I was grateful to Prince for carrying me honestly, despite my desire to distance myself from him. I believe he was the only person I needed right now. I had to conceal myself from shame. Even the disturbing noise of the private jet was not helping. However, I felt secure in Prince's hands. He sat me down and secured the seat belt around my body. I was grateful because he seemed to be able to read my mind.After he was finished. He sat beside me, giving me comfort by gently squeezing my hand."Thank yo
It had been four years since Alvero passed away, and Emma still missed him deeply. His absence weighed on her, but there was nothing anyone could do to change the past.Liam had been in prison since then, with no hope of ever being released. Ethan had made sure of that. The family, however, was now at peace and thriving. Arabella, who once struggled to adapt to her new life, had found her place. Her love with Prince burned with a fire that refused to be quenched.With their wedding around the corner, Arabella had taken time away to visit her parents. She wanted to spend precious moments with them before her big day. The wedding preparations were in full swing, and Arabella, for once, let others take charge. She was content knowing everything was under control. Her relationship with her father had also blossomed over time. He had finally legally married her mother, and they now lived together as one happy family, united by love.Meanwhile, Prince was growing restless. It had been seven
Liam denied all the allegations presented against him. But during the interrogation, the evidence was played before him, and his jaw dropped.He had been assured that all evidence against him had been destroyed. How did the police get their hands on this one? he wondered in disbelief.The room fell silent. Liam couldn’t find any words to defend himself. His silence was taken as a confession, and the police wasted no time in locking him up. His court trial loomed ahead.---Ethan visited Liam after ensuring Emma had returned safely to the mansion. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to achieve, but he needed to speak to the man who had wronged him so profoundly.Standing before Liam’s cell, Ethan was granted permission to see his criminal friend.When Liam saw Ethan, he chuckled bitterly and rose to his feet. "Very thoughtful of you to come see how I’m doing," he sneered. "But let me tell you, my dear friend, locking me here won’t save you from me.""Why?" Ethan asked, his voice steady but ti
Ethan sat in his office, his hands trembling as he watched the video clips. The images played over and over in his mind, each frame burning deeper into his heart. He couldn’t believe it—his childhood friend, Liam, and his assistant had gone this far. For money.Liam, his brother in everything but blood, had been envious of him all along. Ethan thought back to all the years they’d shared; all the trust he’d placed in a man who had now turned out to be a snake.Prince, his son, had always disliked Liam. Ethan dismissed those feelings as baseless, but now he realized how wrong he’d been.And Emma. His wife. She had suspected Liam all these years. Ethan clenched his fists. She had been investigating Liam in secret, keeping it all from him to protect him. It stung deeply that she hadn’t trusted him enough to confide in him, though he understood why. If he had known, he could have handled the matter himself. Instead, she carried this heavy burden for twenty-five long years.“I’m sorry, sir,
Emma had been hospitalized ever since the incident. She had grown close to Alvero, considering him like the little brother she never had. He had been her confidant, the one who supported her investigations into Liam when her suspicions began to grow. Alvero had been the first to take her fears seriously, guiding her with patience and care.But now, he was gone.The weight of that realization hit her like a wave. She could have been in that same car. Her mind raced to her driver—her driver who had betrayed her. Panic surged through her, and she bolted upright in bed, weak but determined."Ethan!" she screamed, her voice trembling.Her husband was by her side in an instant. "I'm here, sunshine. I’m here with you," Ethan cooed softly.She clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. "Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here," he whispered, gently patting her back, his voice a soothing balm to her breaking heart."My driver," she choked out, her voice raw. "Has he been caught?"Ethan sighed, nod
Emma sat in her office, her eyes fixed on the screen as the video played. Liam’s face appeared, his voice cold and calculated as he gave orders. Her hands trembled, and her body quivered uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face. Two accountants—two innocent lives—had been assassinated on Liam’s instructions.She wanted to stop watching. Every instinct in her screamed to turn off the video and look away, but she couldn’t. There were more clips—more evidence she had to see. If she wanted to protect her family, she had to endure this.She had always sensed Liam wasn’t a good friend to her husband. There was something about him—something slippery, something false. But never, not in her worst nightmares, had she thought he could be this dangerous. He was a murderer, a viper in their midst that needed to be stopped.Alvero, her trusted bodyguard, sat across from her, silently observing. He noticed her shaking hands and the devastation on her face. He knew what was coming—dark secrets sh
The two lovebirds were at it again, as if their desire for each other could never be quenched. Their passion burned brightly, unyielding, just like Prince Desmond’s parents, Ethan and Emma. Even in their older years, their love for one another remained fervent, an untouchable bond that time could never erode. Desmond had always admired their connection and quietly wished for a love like theirs. Now, with Arabella, he believed he had found something even deeper—a love that threatened to surpass theirs.Arabella was everything to him, a woman crafted for him by the heavens. She drove him mad in the best way, her presence a constant, magnetic pull on his soul. She had no idea just how much power she wielded over him.Tonight, as they moved together, he was utterly lost in her. She was made for him, her body molding perfectly to his. Her cries filled the room as he pushed deeper, her voice a soft, sensual melody that made him ache for more.“Desmond,” she gasped, her voice trembling with
Arabella slipped into a silk nightgown and sat at her vanity, tending to her skin. Her fingers moved mechanically, but her mind drifted elsewhere.She thought about her parents. Now that her life seemed to be settling into a new chapter, their absence felt heavier than ever. They had already given their consent to everything, but guilt still gnawed at her. She should have called them.Her behavior over the past weeks felt wrong, selfish even. She needed to go home, to confront the chaos she had left behind: her father, her mother, and the fragile new relationship they were trying to forge. She needed to face it all and find peace with it.Her thoughts shifted back to the present. She was still grappling with the reality of being part of the Williams family—something she had never dared to dream of. Yet, here she was, living in their world.It was overwhelming. Adjusting to their lifestyle wasn’t going to be easy. Fame was a heavy cloak to wear. Everywhere she went, people stared. The
[WILLIAMS MANSION]The Williams family mansion buzzed with lively chatter and the clinking of glasses as family and friends gathered to celebrate. The maids moved briskly, ensuring everything was perfect for the occasion, while the warm aroma of delicacies wafted through the air, hinting at the feast awaiting everyone.Emma’s father and his wife were among the crowd, as were Ethan’s mother and Elizabeth with her husband and two children. Laughter and conversation filled the air as groups of people sat or stood in clusters, catching up on life and exchanging stories.By the pool, Genna’s daughter splashed around with her two friends and Elizabeth’s children, enjoying the sunny day. It was a momentous occasion—Prince Ethan, the family heir, had finally found love, and his fiancée, Arabella, seemed to charm everyone she met. Her radiant smile and graceful demeanor made her the center of attention, and she was treated like a princess.Arabella’s excitement was palpable, though it couldn’t
PRINCE ETHAN'S POVThe soft sensation of wet kisses woke me, making me squint against the morning light. A lazy smile spread across my face. My girl was busy showering my face with affection. I never realized she loved me this much. Last night, she completely surprised me."Want more?" I teased, my tone playful.Her eyes widened in mock disbelief. "What? No! I'm sore. Besides, you almost killed me last night, and you know it."I chuckled, the memory making my chest swell with pride and a touch of guilt. I'd pushed us both to the edge, exhausting even myself."I'm sorry, baby," I said softly.Her brows furrowed, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "For what?""For going too far. It's just... I can't help myself when it comes to you," I admitted, my voice thick with sincerity.Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. My sugar girl. My world."I wanted it too," she whispered shyly, her voice barely audible."Does that mean we can go another round? I'm already rock hard just thinking about you,"