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 their breath away. The grandeur of the surroundings spoke volumes of the power and influence wielded by the ruler of Kenner. “It's so beautiful, dad,” his daughter exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. “Yes, after all, he is king,” Mr. Shaw replied, his voice tinged with respect for the authority that awaited them. As they made their way through security checks and into the elevator, Mr. Shaw offered a gentle reminder to his daughter to comport herself appropriately in the presence of royalty. Inside the conference room, they were met by Charlie, the king's trusted aide, who extended a warm welcome to Mr. Shaw. “Welcome, Mr. Shaw,” Charlie greeted, his demeanor respectful yet professional. Introductions were made, and Mr. Shaw's daughter was acknowledged with courtesy and respect by the king. “Arina,” the king murmured her name, his voice barely above a whisper, as he extended his hand in greeting. But the firmness of his grip left her feeling unsettled, a discomfort that she tried to conceal with a polite smile. Arina's innocence and ethereal beauty seemed to captivate the king, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. Sensing the intensity of his scrutiny, Arina felt a shiver run down her spine, a subtle unease settling in her stomach. “I hope your visit today proves fruitful, Mr. Shaw,” the king spoke, his voice smooth yet commanding, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air. Arina nodded politely, her eyes darting nervously between her father and the king, her innocence shielding her from the complexities of the situation unfolding before her. As she left the room under the pretext of exploring the grandeur of the building, Arina couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the king's lingering gaze etched into her memory. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, a glimmer of curiosity sparked within her, a silent question lingering in her mind about the enigmatic ruler of Kenner. Meanwhile, Mr. Shaw and the king remained engrossed in their discussions, the weight of their words echoing in the hushed confines of the conference room, their encounter setting the stage for a future fraught with intrigue and possibility. In the heart of power and negotiation, Ryan, the newly anointed king of Kenner, confronted Mr. Shaw, his voice resonating with authority as he demanded compliance. “Why do you not want to agree with our terms, Mr. Shaw?” Ryan's tone was firm, his gaze unwavering as he awaited an answer. In response, Mr. Shaw attempted to navigate the delicate dance of diplomacy, his words coated with honeyed assurances of cooperation. “My king, I agree with your terms, but I also seek fair compensation,” Mr. Shaw reasoned, his voice smooth with practiced persuasion. But Ryan's patience wore thin, his frustration bubbling to the surface at what he perceived as greed. “You are getting enough profit, and now you are getting greedy, Mr. Shaw,” Ryan's rebuke was sharp, his eyes flashing with intensity. Yet, Mr. Shaw pressed on, his arguments grounded in the pursuit of opportunity and profit for both parties involved. “My king, it's not true. The potential profits from this contract are immense, and my share is minimal,” Mr. Shaw countered, his voice tinged with urgency. Ryan listened, his expression unreadable as he contemplated Mr. Shaw's words. With a final warning, he made his stance clear, his voice a cold promise of consequence. “I will consider your profit, Mr. Shaw. But know this, any attempt to deceive me will be your last day,” Ryan declared, his posture commanding respect. As Mr. Shaw bowed his head in submission, Ryan departed for his cabin, leaving behind the weight of their exchange.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
"Mom..." Arina hesitantly called out as she entered the house. Rosella was bustling around, her excitement palpable as she arranged the cloth she had bought for Arina's birthday. The scent of freshly cut flowers wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of Rosella's humming. "Baby, come here!" Rosella beckoned eagerly, her joy infectious. Her hands moved with precision as she smoothed out the fabric, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Mom, you know I don't want a big party," Arina murmured softly, her heart heavy at the thought of dampening her mother's spirits. She sank onto the couch, the soft cushions enveloping her as she hugged her knees close. "But it's your eighteenth birthday, sweetheart!" Rosella bubbled with enthusiasm, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "What's so special about that, mom?" Arina sighed, her gaze distant as she stared at the water bottle in her hand. The cool condensation trickled down the plastic, mirroring the uncertainty swirling
"All arrangements done?" Barton asked eagerly, anticipation evident in his voice as he sat at the dinner table with Rosella. The flickering candles cast a soft glow over the room, adding to the atmosphere of excitement. "Yes, everything's set. And her gown looks like a mermaid just emerged from the ocean," Rosella replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she described the preparations. The delicate scent of freshly cut flowers filled the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of the meal cooking in the kitchen. "Good, the king is coming. It's an excellent sign for us," Barton remarked, his tone filled with hope and ambition. He leaned forward, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Don't be greedy, Barton. We have enough to live our lives peacefully," Rosella cautioned him, her eyes flashing with a warning glare. She placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle yet firm. "No, baby, I'm not being greedy. Being connected to the king is a good thing, that's all," Barton tried to re
"Finally, you are here, little brother!" Arina exclaimed, glancing at her younger brother, who appeared more muscular than usual. He was an eighteen-year-old young man dressed casually who appeared attractive and intelligent. The black hoodie complements his appearance. Arina's eyes lit up as her younger brother, who was much taller than her, hugged her. "According to looks, sis, you are my little sister," Aaron teased, a mischievous grin on his lips as he ruffled her hair, smiling from ear to ear. Aaron was a ray of hope for Arina after her parents passed away. He helped her overcome her grief. "Aaron," Arina groaned, swiping his hand away with a playful scowl. The smile on Arina's face adoring her beauty. She was relieved Aaron had returned home, and she would have her brother to protect her from her mother's insistence on having a boyfriend. "Okay, okay, sorry, sis," he admitted, pulling her into a warm bear hug, his affection for her clear in his actions. Arina was the most vul
“Charlie I want everything perfect tonight,” Ryan said looking laptop. “Yes, My King” Charlie said bowing his head. “Charlie you can leave for now but make sure all things should be confidential,” He said in a serious tone. “As you want my King” Charlie nodded and left his cabin. “Redhead, Something interesting is waiting for you” He smirked. Ryan was in his imagination with Arena, but his cell phone rang breaking his thoughts. “Hello,”, Ryan asked happily looking at his father's name in call. “Ryan Now you are CEO of Wolf empire and King of our kingdom” Richard Was serious. His voice was indicating something is not under control. “Yes Father, What happened,” He asked. “Elders want good profit from the mining business Ryan, and it needs your attention. So, I just want to again remind you of your responsibility toward our company and kingdom Son.” Richard said. “Yes, Father, I will prove myself soon. I just want to tell you we have already earned good profit from the mining bu
“Hmm It's so yummy” Arina moaned licking her lips. “Your father was right” He chuckled. “Huh” She was confused. “I had asked your father about your likes and dislike after I gave the list to the chef for tonight's dinner,” He said, sitting beside her. “Master, you didn't need to…” She said, licking her Vanilla ice cream with tutti fruity. She was feeling comfortable around Ryan. Spending a good time with him, she didn't feel nervous and intimidate by him anymore. She was happy that her decision to come and have dinner with him was right.“But I wanted to know about you, Redhead,” He said, wiping extra ice cream from the corner of her mouth with his fingers. Electricity runs down just his mere touch. “Master I want to know why did you paint my picture,” She asked looking at him. Ryan was happy that she didn't feel nervous like before when she came here a few hours ago. He was looking at her pink lips. “I want you” He licked his finger looking at her. Her breath hitched as she l
“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
“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
“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
“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
"Where's Arina?" Sage's voice trembled with anticipation as he scanned the bustling college courtyard, his heart pounding with the hope of catching a glimpse of her radiant presence. He had been waiting for this moment, eager to steal a few precious moments with her and perhaps, if luck was on his side, to carve out a space for himself in her life. "She's in a lecture right now, but she'll be here in the afternoon. Are you missing her?" Lisa's teasing tone held a knowing glint in her eye, betraying her awareness of Sage's longstanding crush on Arina. She had watched their dance of glances and subtle gestures unfold over time, and she couldn't help but smile at the prospect of their potential romance. "No, it's just her notes…" Sage's voice trailed off, his fingers absently creasing the nap of his shirt as he tried to quell the nervous fluttering in his stomach. He couldn't afford to let his feelings for Arina distract him from his goal of winning her affection, but the mere though
"Are we really going to New York?" Rosella's voice held a mix of excitement and uncertainty as she glanced at Barton, who was immersed in his phone, nodding absentmindedly. "Yes, we are," Barton replied, finally tearing his gaze away from the screen to meet her eyes. "I've been invited to a conference there." Rosella's face lit up with a smile, her thoughts already racing with visions of exploring the bustling streets of the Big Apple. "That sounds amazing! I can't wait." As Rosella hurried off to their room to pack, Barton's mind was elsewhere, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he exchanged messages with John about the latest developments in the mining industry. But beneath his facade of composure, a knot of tension gnawed at his stomach. The news from his source about the supervisor's investigation into suspicious activities sent a chill down Barton's spine. He knew all too well the potential consequences if his involvement were to be discovered, and the thought weig
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
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'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