Arina's voice trembled with genuine remorse as she spoke, her eyes filled with tears mirroring the pain she had unwittingly caused her friend. âI am sorry, Lisa. I never meant for any of this to happen,â she whispered, her heart heavy with guilt as she reached out to touch Lisa's trembling hand.Lisa's response was soft, her voice carrying a hint of forgiveness as she looked into Arina's tear-filled eyes. âIt's okay, Arina. You didn't know,â she replied, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as she attempted to offer comfort despite her pain.As Lisa began to pack her belongings, her movements slow and deliberate, Arina's concern deepened. âWhere are you going?â she asked, her voice tinged with worry as she watched her friend's actions, her heart aching at the sight of Lisa's distress.âTo the hostel,â Lisa replied, her voice choked with emotion as she struggled to contain her tears, her hands trembling slightly as she attempted to close her suitcase. Arina's shock was palpable as
Arina's heart fluttered with concern as she stared at her phone screen, her brows furrowing with worry as her FaceTime call went unanswered. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as she waited for a response, her mind racing with a million possibilities. The warmth of Rosella's voice flowed through the phone, comforting yet tinged with a hint of mischief. âBaby, your daddy and I are having dinner in a restaurant,â Rosella's voice reassured her, a gentle smile evident in her tone. Arina couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, wishing she could be there with them, sharing in the simple joys of a family meal. Arina couldn't resist teasing, a playful grin tugging at her lips despite her concern. âDinner or something else?â she quipped, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes as she imagined her parents' evening together. The thought brought a small smile to her face, momentarily easing her worries. Rosella chuckled in response, her laughter echoing through the phone like a warm e
As Arina faced the unexpected visitor, a whirlwind of emotions churned within her like a tempestuous sea. The tension in the room hung heavy, stifling her breath and tightening her chest. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, Aaron's voice cut through the fog like a beacon of warmth and familiarity, filling the room with a sense of comfort that she desperately craved. "Hey, buddy!" Aaron's voice exclaimed, its warmth wrapping around Arina like a comforting embrace. His smile, as bright as the sun breaking through storm clouds, spread across his face as he greeted the newcomer with a friendly hug. Arina couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards her brother for coming to her defense, his pride in introducing her to Sage evident in his voice. With a playful twinkle in his eye, Sage turned to Aaron, pulling him into a playful embrace. "Are you the one who sold my house to this lady?" Sage's tone was teasing yet affectionate, his eyes dancing with mischief as he playfully nudged Aaron.
Ryan stepped into his hotel room, the opulent dĂŠcor instantly enveloping him in a sense of luxury. The walls were adorned with rich tapestries, and soft ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the space. His king-sized bed was adorned with plush pillows and fine linens, inviting him to relax after a long day. His trusted aide, Charlie, stood nearby, ever ready to assist. âCharlie, tomorrow I want to visit the college,â Ryan declared, his voice carrying an air of authority as he settled into the room. âYes, My King,â Charlie nodded obediently, his unwavering loyalty evident in his demeanor. âIt should be confidential,â Ryan emphasized, his gaze piercing as he met Charlie's eyes. There was a sense of urgency in his tone, a reminder of the importance of discretion in their actions. As Ryan moved into the bathroom to freshen up, Charlie waited patiently, his mind already occupied with the tasks ahead. His cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the room. âShe left wit
The hotel's grand entrance loomed before them, bathed in the warm glow of twilight. Marble pillars rose majestically, adorned with intricate carvings that spoke of opulence and grandeur. A red carpet unfurled like a crimson river, leading guests towards the golden doors that promised luxury within Lisa's eyes widened in awe as she stepped into the lobby of the King's Hotel, her gaze darting around to take in the opulent surroundings. Marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting prisms of light that danced across the room. Plush velvet armchairs beckoned guests to sink into their embrace, while the scent of fresh flowers mingled with the subtle notes of perfume wafting through the air. Sage led the way, his steps confident as he approached the concierge desk, where a friendly attendant stood ready to assist. âWelcome to the King's Hotel,â the attendant greeted them with a warm smile. âHow may I assist you today?â âWe have a reservation under the name
Arina's heart raced as she grappled with the intensity of the encounter, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of such a formidable adversary. With each splash of water, Arina felt a sense of calm wash over her, the cool liquid soothing her frazzled nerves. She took a deep breath, allowing herself a moment of respite before steeling herself to return to the table. Surely, she thought, Ryan wouldn't dare to follow her here. But as Ryan entered the restroom, Arina's heart seemed to leap into her throat, her voice faltering as she attempted to speak. "Ma... star," she stammered, her words barely audible above the hum of the room's ventilation system. Ryan's presence filled the room, his aura commanding attention as he moved closer to her. "Glad you remembered me," he remarked, his voice smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of intensity. Arina's eyes flickered nervously, darting between Ryan's penetrating gaze and the exit
Arina's heart pounded against her chest, each beat echoing the turmoil within her like a thunderstorm raging in her chest. "Please forgive me for what I did that night," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation, tears threatening to spill from her eyes like raindrops in a tempest. But Ryan's touch, though comforting, felt suffocating as he caressed her red hair with a tenderness that belied the tension in the air. "My Queen, you are too late to ask," he said, his voice low and commanding, carrying the weight of a king's decree. "What do you want?" Arina asked, her voice quivering as she fought to control her emotions, to suppress the fear that threatened to overwhelm her like a tsunami crashing against fragile shores. "You. It's so simple," Ryan replied, his tone sending shivers down her spine, his words a declaration of possession that chilled her to the bone. Arina's breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening with a sense of foreboding. "You can't," she whispered
Arina huffed in frustration as she struggled to open the anklet, her fingers fumbling with the delicate clasp. The diamond-studded ornament shimmered against her creamy skin, its beauty a stark contrast to the sense of confinement it imposed on her small ankle. Reyan had commissioned the royal ornaments designer to create the anklet, requesting a design that resembled a cuff rather than a traditional anklet. Being the esteemed royal designer, he had spared no expense in crafting the piece, aiming to earn the king's appreciation and a hefty sum of money in return. But to Arina, the anklet felt more like a chain than an ornament, suffocating her with its weight and symbolism. It was a constant reminder of her lack of freedom, making her feel like a prisoner with her foot shackled. Lost in her thoughts, she was jolted back to reality by the vibration of her mobile, signaling an incoming message. With a sense of trepidation, she unlocked her phone and saw a message from an unknown n