The elevator chimed, and Prince guided Arabella to the restaurant. While they walked. The staff greeted him while some of the guests were focusing on the jewel next to him. He saw the expressions of ravenous wolves staring at his possession. However, he disregarded them. The attractive young girl was led to a private sitting area, where he pulled out a chair for her to sit on. He went to his side of the table and sat down after she had already done so. When he asked for a bottle of wine, the young girl interrupted him. "I do not drink any alcoholic drinks," The young server inquired as to what he ought to get her. However, Prince cut him off. "Stop speaking to her. Talk to me." He yelled at the young man. Arabella gasped. "Why is he being like this?" she asked herself. "I apologize, sir. It won't happen again." The young waiter apologised. Now he wants to speak with her. He remembers he doesn't know her name, so he asks. "What is your name, doll?" He asked. Arabella was
Prince was spotted walking along the beach with a girl. He was so engrossed in his conversation with Arabella that he failed to notice his furious friends, who were stunned to see him with a stunning young girl whom they were eager to meet. Arabella noticed two men in particular staring at them as if they wanted to devour them. She became terrified, and Prince took note of her anxiety. He looked around and noticed two of his friends, 'Andrew' and 'Thomas.' He smirked and turned his gaze towards them. "For how long have you stood there?" He asked them. "Long enough to notice how your new toy has taken up all of your attention," Andrew commented sarcastically. "Oh, please. Stop it." He scoffed. Arabella was upset to be called a toy. She became more nervous as the men's gazes were fixed on her. She considered the entire situation once more. "Is it worth it? Can I go through with this? Will I be sane after this?" All these thoughts consumed her mind. "She is stunning. Would you car
Prince and Arabella returned to their suits. He led her into his bedroom and went straight to the business on the ground. He sat on the edge of the bed, gazing into Arabella's eyes. He withheld from his friends the one thing he always shared with them. It is all because of the lovely young girl in front of him. He resolved that he would not be gentle with her. While still thinking. Arabella is considering how this will turn out. Her lack of experience is staring her in the face. In her mind, she wanted to do something for him. But how? She moved forward, dropping her purse and phone on the nightstand. She walked back to her initial standing position where Prince could watch her like a movie. She pulled her jumpsuit down from her shoulder to her waist. Prince's piercing blue eyes widened as her white lacy bra was revealed. His cock twitched inside his black dress pants. She nervously removes the rest of her clothes. Leaving her in only her lacy panty and bra. They could only h
As inexperience as Arabella was. She did not realize she did not have to do anything to please Prince Ethan. She had struggled to please him. However, she is unaware that he has a high libido. He will not stop until he has enough of her. He rammed inside her. She winced in discomfort. He remains still, and his mouth descends on her hard nipples as he sucks from one to the other, increasing her body's stimulation. His hips moved against hers, propelling forward with calculated speed. This time, his thrust was more powerful. She was very tight. His cock was still halfway through. And it hurt a lot. However, she wanted him to. She accepted everything he was given as a good girl, without complaining, even though it was painful. She was in excruciating pain. To avoid upsetting him, she tried to hide it. He was immersed in ecstasy. He only cared about himself. His pleasure is all that matters. He just wanted to fuck her and get all the pleasure her body could provide. He delved dee
Prince Ethan changed into black slacks and a silk button-down shirt. He adorned his wrist with Gr*ff Diamonds Hallucination. This wristwatch is worth over $50 million. This is one of his numerous collections.He sprayed his pricey perfume. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Before exiting the suite, he bent down and kissed the side of Arabella's lips.Unknown to him. His mother arrived just a few minutes ago. His friends were expecting him to join in the fun. Prince made his signature entrance into the club, where he was greeted by security guards. He walked boldly into the private lounge where his friends were and joined them. It was an unappealing sight to see because the Prince was the only man dressed in the room. Everyone was busy f*cking. Two men were seen having sex with a young woman. It was enjoyable because the woman was screaming with delight. Prince smirked as he sat in a corner, watching the scene unfold.Everyone in that room was preoccupied with their immoral
"Young girl. Pack your things and leave this minute," Emma instructed Arabella.Arabella was caught off guard. She was afraid. She climbed out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her body. She limped into the bathroom on wobbly legs.Emma was bitter. She was infuriated. Immediately Arabella was out of sight. Prince spoke."Mom. You have no right to send my guest away like that. And, why are you here?""To get you back home. And, who is she? Do not lie to me. I know she is not one of your whore." She asked.Prince walked out of the room and into the sitting room. Emma followed him, giving him no room to breathe."Mom. Please, I am unable to do this right now. Whatever it is can wait."He sat on a sofa, his elbow against his thighs and his face resting on his palms. "We will leave first thing tomorrow. And do not argue with me." She concluded."Mom, at least, let me drop her off. It would be dangerous for her to go alone." Emma rested her hands on her waist, listening and looking at her
Arabella left the island more than three months ago. Her mother had recovered well from her successful surgery. Prince fulfilled his promise. He had credited Arabella's account with an additional five hundred thousand dollars. When she got the money, she was taken aback. He had fulfilled his pledge. Her mother received good care and treatment. She could not be happier that he covered the expense of her care. However, she did not need the extra cash he gave her. That was how she felt. While her mom was recovering. After reflecting on her life goals, Arabella decided to pursue her education further. She applied to a nearby college in Arora town. After being admitted, she was able to rent a contemporary apartment in a small town in eastern Arora with the assistance of her best friend. Angela had been interested in finding out how her daughter managed to get her treated in a private hospital. She spent her entire hospital stay in an opulent private room. It must have cost a fortune,
Arabella's POV "No way, Arabella—when did you furnish the house?"I expected this question to come up. I wanted to surprise her, so I said, "Just two weeks ago," while smiling.“Girl, this place is beautiful.” She remarked.It is a modern sitting room. The house consists of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and three toilets. One toilet is located in the sitting room, while the other two are in separate rooms.My mother has already gone to check things out on her own. I am just pleased that she is happy.I started bringing our bags inside. Furthermore, I began with my mother's belongings. Opening the closet in her room. I began arranging the few clothes she had here. I will have to buy her more clothes.When I was through. I exited her room and entered mine. My bedroom is not as big as my mother's. I thought it would be ideal if she took the master bedroom. My belongings are well-organized. And I exited the room to find my mother already cooking. I was astonished. I knew I had gone groc
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,"