“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.
Rosella's voice quivered with concern as she addressed her husband, her eyes darting between him and Arina, searching for reassurance in their shared gaze. "Are you both planning to go anywhere again?" she inquired, her tone a delicate balance of curiosity and apprehension, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her blouse. Mr. Shaw's response was matter-of-fact, his words carrying a sense of routine as he outlined his plans for the day, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the impending tasks ahead. "I'll head to the office after lunch," he replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of exhaustion danced behind his eyes, a testament to the weight of responsibility he bore. Arina interjected softly, her reluctance to leave evident in her demeanor, her shoulders slumping slightly as she contemplated the prospect of another outing. "I'm staying home," she added, her tone gentle but firm, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside the window, lost in thought. A
Ryan's fixation on Arina grew with each passing moment, her image etched into his mind like a vivid painting. Her fiery red hair, contrasting with her snow-white skin, held a mesmerizing allure that captivated him. The green depths of her forest eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, drawing him in with their enigmatic charm. Her petite button nose and luscious lips only added to her allure, painting a picture of beauty that left him spellbound. Lost in thought, Ryan couldn't shake the feeling of intrigue surrounding Arina. Unlike the others who sought his attention, she exuded a sense of independence and mystery that only fueled his desire to unravel her complexities. Her innocence, radiating from her face like a beacon, stirred something deep within him, a longing to protect and possess what he couldn't fully understand. With a smirk, Ryan acknowledged the inevitable encounter that awaited him, the anticipation building like a storm on the horizon. He reveled in the thrill of the chas