As Arina entered the grand office, Ryan's voice greeted her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Hello, Redhead," he said with a familiar tone that was both commanding and inviting. "Hello, My King," Arina replied, her voice trembling slightly as she bowed her head in respect, her eyes avoiding his piercing gaze. "Is your brother with you?" Ryan inquired, his gaze searching hers for any sign of discomfort. Arina nodded hesitantly. "Please don't mind him, he's protective," she explained, attempting to mask her nervousness with a forced smile. "Just because he's your brother's redhead, I don't mind," Ryan replied, his gaze lingering on her as he took in her appearance. Arina felt his intense gaze wash over her, making her acutely aware of her own vulnerability. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the weight of his presence pressing down on her like a heavy burden. Despite her unease, Arina knew she couldn't defy him. He was the king, and she owed him respect, no matter how intimi
"Why didn't you let me in?" Aaron's voice was laced with concern as they made their way back home, the tension palpable in the air between them. "Please, Aaron, not now," Arina pleaded, her temples throbbing with the beginnings of a headache as she rubbed them in a futile attempt to ease the tension that coiled within her. "Did anything happen?" Aaron pressed, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow and the worry lines etched into his face. "He invited me to have dinner with him," Arina confessed, her voice tinged with unease as she spoke the words aloud, the weight of Ryan's invitation heavy on her mind. "What's the issue with having dinner?" Aaron inquired, his confusion evident as he struggled to understand the gravity of the situation. "He asked me to come alone," Arina emphasized, her voice trembling slightly as she focused on the word 'alone', the implications of Ryan's request sinking in with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "You are not going. I will speak with Da
“Charlie, I want everything perfect tonight,” Ryan said, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen as he mentally ran through the evening's plans. “Yes, My King,” Charlie replied, bowing his head respectfully before retreating from the room. “Charlie, you can leave for now but make sure all things should be confidential,” Ryan added, his tone serious as he emphasized the importance of discretion. “As you want, my King,” Charlie nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, before exiting the cabin, leaving Ryan alone with his thoughts. “Redhead, something interesting is waiting for you,” Ryan mused aloud, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he imagined the evening ahead with Arina. Lost in his reverie, Ryan's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone, his expression shifting from anticipation to curiosity as he glanced at the caller ID, revealing his father's name. “Hello,” Ryan greeted, his voice infused with warmth and eagerness as he answered the call.
Rosella's eyes brimmed with concern as she turned to Arina, her voice laced with worry, "What, he asked you to go to dinner with him?" Arina nodded hesitantly, feeling the weight of the decision on her shoulders. "Yes, and he wanted me to come alone," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want to go, baby?" Rosella's voice softened, her gaze fixed on her daughter. Arina bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. "Mom, you don't know rich guys. They just…," she trailed off, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her dress. "Aaron, let her decide," Rosella interjected firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. Barton's arrival interrupted the tense atmosphere, and Rosella wasted no time in bringing him into the conversation. "We need to talk," she said, ushering him inside and closing the door behind them. After Barton's inquiry about the king's intentions, Rosella leaned in, eager for answers. "What did he say?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.
"If you don't want to go, just tell me," Aaron pleaded, his concern etched in every line of his face as he glanced at Arina, his eyes filled with worry. "Did your girlfriend get intimidated by you?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness as she recalled Rosella's words, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. "Huh?" Aaron's brows furrowed in confusion, caught off guard by her unexpected question, his mind racing to comprehend her meaning. "I am asking, does your girl feel a little scared and nervous around you?" she pressed, her gaze searching his face for a response, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling in her eyes. "Yes, sometimes," Aaron admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he confessed to her inquiry, his throat feeling dry with the weight of his words. "Why did you ask me?" he inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity as he sought to understand her motive, his eyes searching hers for an answer. "Mom said boys are sensitive towards their sister and
"Hmm, it's so yummy," Arina moaned softly, savoring the delightful taste of her dessert as she delicately licked her lips, the cold sweetness tingling her taste buds. Ryan chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Your father was right," he remarked, his voice carrying a playful tone. Arina furrowed her brows in confusion, her lips still glistening with remnants of the delicious treat. "Huh?" she uttered, genuinely puzzled by his statement. Leaning closer to her, Ryan explained, "I had asked your father about your likes and dislikes after I gave the list to the chef for tonight's dinner." He settled down beside her, his presence comforting yet intriguing. "Master, you didn't need to..." Arina began, but her words trailed off as she resumed enjoying her dessert, the sweet flavors dancing on her palate. Despite her initial apprehension, Arina found herself feeling surprisingly at ease around Ryan. As they spent more time together, her nerves gradually melted away, replaced
The door of the mansion opened for them, and Aaron guided the car inside. The grandeur of the estate took Arina's breath away, her eyes widening in wonder as she took in the opulent surroundings, a sense of awe washing over her. "The mansion looks so beautiful, Aaron," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration as she surveyed the luxurious surroundings, her heart swelling with appreciation for the beauty before her, her eyes dancing with excitement. "If you want, I will drop you inside," he offered, his concern for her safety overriding any other considerations, his gaze filled with an unspoken plea for her to stay safe, his heart heavy with worry for her well-being. "No, I can go," she insisted, her voice tinged with determination as she squared her shoulders, a sense of bravery welling up within her despite her nerves, her eyes shining with resolve as she prepared to face the unknown alone. "Take care, sis," Aaron said, opening the car door for her with a gentl
"You want to fuck me? How dare you!" Arina cried out, her voice trembling with fury. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mixture of hurt and indignation. "How can you think so little of me, just because you are the king of Kenner?" Her words were sharp, each one infused with the pain of betrayal and disrespect. Arina's voice pierced the silence, her words a mixture of anger and fear that echoed off the grand walls of the chamber. "What were you thinking before asking me to marry you? To fuck me?" she demanded, her tone sharp with accusation. "Two people get married when they love each other." Ryan winced slightly at the force of her words, his hand instinctively rising to rub his cheek where her words had stung. "Arina..." he began, his voice tinged with warning, "Just listen." But Arina refused to be silenced, her defiance unyielding. "If you were the last person on this earth, I still wouldn't marry you," she declared, her voice trembling with raw emotion. Her eyes blazed with a