“Adison, please take your medicine,” Richard urged his wife, his tone filled with concern and a touch of frustration as he held out the pill bottle. It was a routine they had gone through countless times, her reluctance to take her medication always testing his patience.“Where is Ryan?” Adison's question sent a shiver down Richard's spine, his expression paling at the mention of their son's name. It was a topic he had hoped to avoid, knowing the weight of the secrets he carried.“He's probably at his mansion, having breakfast,” Richard replied awkwardly, his attempt at casualness falling flat in the face of Adison's piercing gaze."Call him and ask him to meet me today. I miss him,” Adison insisted, finally relenting and taking her medicine as Richard made the call, his heart heavy with the burden of his secrets."Sure, just rest. I'll be back,” Richard reassured her, tucking her in and leaving her in their room before stepping out to make the call to Reyan.“Your meeting's over?” Ri
“Everything is settled as you requested, My King,” Charlie affirmed after their meeting, his tone deferential yet tinged with relief. Ryan nodded, observing the sea of students attending the seminar for guidance from him. “I would like to invite the King of Kenner to address a few words to our students about their journey after college,” the Principal announced, stepping back from the stage. Ryan's aura already commanded everyone's attention, with the younger generation looking at him with admiration. “Hello everyone. Every journey has its value, and your hard work and dedication make your journey worthwhile. I am here to offer you a few words, but they will only be valuable if you have goals to achieve. Set your goals before you embark on your journey,” Ryan said confidently, his regal demeanor adding charm to his words. “What is your goal, King?” a young man in his twenties asked Ryan. “To submit to my queen,” Ryan smirked, eliciting laughter from the audience who knew he was th
“What are you doing?” Arina hissed, glaring at Aaron with frustration. He stood in his room, holding an expensive statue as if ready to throw it to the floor. The room was a mess, with items scattered everywhere. “She's picking fights for no reason,” Aaron muttered angrily, crushing things in his bedroom. He couldn't understand why Lisa insisted he wear formal clothes just to meet her mother. “Can you tell me what's happened between you two?” Arina asked, rolling her eyes. She was used to their frequent arguments and subsequent reconciliations. It always saddened her to see them fight over trivial matters. “Why don't you girls understand that we can't guess what you want? Just tell us!” he huffed, his frustration evident. Aaron was exasperated with Lisa's expectations. “Wait, 'you girls'?” Arina retorted, glaring back at him. Aaron's behavior was also making things difficult for her as a woman. “Yes, you girls,” Aaron replied angrily, pointing a finger at Arina in his frustratio
“I am going to take your mom to Australia,” Richard informed Ryan before taking sight. Ryan felt his father's emotions as he sat beside his sleeping mother. Addison's face was pale, and she breathed slowly. Both father and son were concerned about Addison's medical condition and had hired top doctors to examine her. However, some diseases are incurable; only human will has the power to cure medicine. Ryan immediately flew to Kenner after learning of her mother's condition, and he has not stopped looking at his mother's sleeping frame since then.“Why…” He asked, looking into his father's eyes. The dark circles and wrinkles on his face were obvious signs of age. The royal family had their charm to help them age, but the constant stress and Addison's medical condition harmed Richard's health.Richard sighed and explained, “Doctor Charles says there is some hope in Australia that her disease can be cured.” Richard had spent money like water on Addison's medical treatment, but the disease
"Baby girl, I know you miss your lover boy." He murmured on my lips, lifting and thumping my chin with his forefinger. The false accusation prompted me to give him a sharp glare, but he ignored it. He already knew everything since the day I left Kenner; his eagle eyes were always on me, and his cunning mind spun a web around me that would keep me stuck in it forever. "Listen carefully this time." His eyes darken and a frown appears on his forehead, tightening his grip on my chin, causing my eyes to well. He spoke quietly, "I am your master." Then He tsk leaving my chin like a bipolar he mentioned with an evil smile on his face "Your husband baby girl," He said with a sharp gaze and tone, keeping his face straight. "I do not like it when you think about other men." I cannot forget those gray steel eyes when he killed Sage. "He will hurt me." My conscience warned me, and the memory of him hurting Sage lingered in my thoughts. The cruelty with which Sage was killed was something I had
In the dimly lit room, shadows danced around the imposing figure seated in darkness, his presence shrouded in mystery. With a voice that commanded authority, he interrogated Charlie, his words cutting through the silence with precision. “Have you gathered all the necessary information?” he inquired, his tone leaving no room for error, his piercing gaze fixed upon Charlie. Standing in the subdued glow of a lone lamp, Charlie felt the weight of the man's scrutiny bearing down on him. Despite the nerves that churned within him, his response was measured, his voice steady with resolve. “Yes sir, the contract Mr. Shaw is referring to is indeed legitimate,” Charlie replied, his words resolute as he conveyed the information at hand. A brief pause ensued, the tension thickening in the air like a palpable force. Then, with a nod of acknowledgment, the man dismissed Charlie, his decision final and unwavering. “Good. You may leave,” he declared, his voice resonating in the stillness of
In the bustling city of Kenner, Mr. Shaw, a man with a checkered past but hopes for a brighter future, embarked on a new chapter of his life. His business venture, born from the ashes of his past mistakes, promised redemption and prosperity. As Mr. Shaw's car made its way through the city streets, his thoughts were consumed by the meeting that awaited him with the enigmatic King of Kenner. His daughter, a beacon of innocence amidst the shadows of his past, accompanied him on this journey. “King wants to meet now, and I can't deny his order, princess,” Mr. Shaw explained to his daughter, his tone laced with a mixture of respect and apprehension. Her disappointment at missing school was palpable, but Mr. Shaw reassured her with promises of arrangements made with her principal. With a nod of acceptance, she settled into her role as his companion for the day. Arriving at the imposing edifice that housed the king's office, Mr. Shaw and his daughter were greeted by a sight that took t
Inside his sanctuary, Ryan found Arina, his unexpected guest, admiring the artwork that adorned his walls. "Do you like it?" Ryan's inquiry was sudden, catching Arina off guard, flooding her senses with a rush of emotions. She bowed her head in a mix of surprise and uncertainty, unsure of how to respond to the king's unexpected attention. "Apologies, king," Arina murmured softly, her voice barely audible as she averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Ryan persisted, his voice gentle yet insistent. "You didn't answer," he urged, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his tone, revealing a side of him that Arina hadn't expected. Slowly, Arina raised her head, her eyes meeting his in a silent exchange of emotions. Her green eyes, flecked with hints of gold, held a depth that intrigued Ryan, drawing him in with their captivating allure. Confusion momentarily clouded her mind until the memory of their shared moment flooded back.