Chapter Twenty NineMaya’s POVIn the dimly lit kitchen, my nerves pulsed with urgency as I paced the cold tiles, anxiously awaiting the elusive chef who seemed to have vanished into thin air. With only an hour left until the grand ball, I couldn't afford any delays.Growing restless, I threw a worried glance at the clock, its hands ticking away like a metronome in sync with my racing heartbeat. Resolute, I abandoned my vigilant post and slipped into the kitchen's domain.The stainless steel surfaces gleamed in the pale light as I rummaged through the pantry, determined to take matters into my own hands. Pots clanged and utensils clattered as I set about preparing the extravagant dishes planned for the evening. My skilled hands moved with practised grace, a symphony of culinary finesse echoing through the kitchen.Yet, as the savoury aromas began to fill the air, there was an unexpected interruption. The head maid, mistress of the mansion, stormed into the kitchen, her eyes ablaze with
Chapter Thirty Maya’s POVShe sighed, as if sharing a burdensome secret. “The chef, unfortunately, has taken ill and you forgot to give him an invite on time so that he can make another arrangement. It appears you'll be handling the culinary responsibilities for the grand ball tonight.”A wave of disbelief washed over me. The responsibility of preparing an extravagant feast for the distinguished guests now rested solely on my shoulders. Despite my culinary prowess, the weight of the task felt daunting.The head maid’s stern expression returned, her gaze piercing. “I hope you understand the gravity of the situation. You cannot afford any mistakes. This is a crucial event for the mansion, and any blunders will be unforgivable.”With a nod, I acknowledged the gravity of the situation, determination overshadowing the trepidation that threatened to consume me. The head maid lingered for a moment longer, her eyes scrutinising my every move. Then, with an abrupt turn, she headed towards the
Chapter Thirty One Aaron’s POV Perched in my grand chair on the rooftop garden, I indulge in the decadence of a cigar, its smoke intertwining with the night air. The city below, a mesmerising tapestry of lights, serves as a backdrop to my calculated actions.My fingers glide over the sleek bow, arrows catching the moonlight menacingly. The prisoners below quiver, their fear palpable. I speak, my voice commanding obedience, as the sharp arrows find their marks with lethal precision. Each release is a declaration of my unyielding dominance.Emotion hangs heavy in the air—a potent mix of fear and adrenaline. The rooftop transforms into a stage for the unfolding drama, a dark ballet of cruelty. I revel in the power, a wicked grin playing on my lips, yet beneath the facade, a subtle vulnerability lingers.Suddenly, the head maid, the mistress of the house, emerges from the shadows. Her presence demands respect, and with a bow, she interrupts my sinister amusement. "Alpha," she begins, he
Chapter Thirty TwoAaron’s POV In the aftermath of the unsettling encounter with Maya, I turned abruptly, my eyes scanning the vast expanse of my rooftop garden. The sharp clang of my bow hitting the ground echoed through the tense air. Maya, trembling from the ordeal, remained bound to the target, her tear-streaked face a testament to the cruelty she had endured.In that charged moment, I shifted my gaze, my cold eyes narrowing as I surveyed the vast rooftop. The faint hum of a helicopter's blades reached my ears, disrupting the peace of my private space. The audacity of someone daring to interrupt my carefully curated ball fueled a simmering rage within me."Who dares to disturb my sanctuary?" I bellowed, my voice a thunderous command that reverberated across the rooftop. The head maid, still lingering in the shadows, took a step back, her eyes avoiding my piercing gaze. My eyes, once red with fury, now burned with a different kind of intensity—an unyielding demand for answers.As
Chapter Thirty Three Aaron’s POV In the chaotic ambiance, I found myself urging those around me to disregard Maya's sudden collapse. "Let's not be held back, we're heading to the party," I declared with a sense of urgency. My plea, however, fell on stubborn ears as Declan, unyielding, resisted the call to revelry. Swiftly, without a moment's hesitation, he scooped up Maya's limp form, cradling her in my arms like a delicate bride.The party's distant sounds faded as he carried Maya to a quiet room, the gravity of her condition sinking in. Gently placing her on a nearby surface, I felt a rush of responsibility but I don’t have conscience and don’t care about anything that happens to her.Declan’s phone emerged from his pocket, fingers dialling swiftly to summon a doctor to her aid. The urgency in his voice mirrored the concern etched on my face as he navigated through the medical call.Observing this unexpected turn of events, wore an expression of puzzled curiosity. With a flicker
Chapter Thirty Four Aaron’s POVMaya's eyes fluttered open, a newfound vitality coursing through her. The room, once shrouded in concern, now bathed in a warm light as life returned to her. She sat up, greeted by the concerned gaze of Declan. A shy smile played on her lips as she acknowledged him, her gratitude evident."Thank you for saving me," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. Declan returned her smile, a reassuring presence in the aftermath of the tumultuous events.However, before Declan could respond, Nina, who had been observing the scene with a certain impatience, rolled her eyes. "I'm the one who saved you," she declared, her tone tinged with annoyance. Maya, realising her oversight, lowered her head and directed her gratitude towards Nina."Thank you," Maya said softly, but Nina, seemingly uninterested, brushed past her without acknowledging the gratitude. With a dismissive air, Nina made her way toward the door, her focus shifting from the healing moment to t
Chapter Thirty Five Maya’s POV After almost dying , I was left with no choice as I hurried around the kitchen, making sure the drinks were just right, and adding those final touches to the food spread. The party sounds drifted in, mixing with the clinks of glasses and laughter. Amidst the festive chaos, I couldn't shake the idea of escaping.While arranging appetisers, my mind started to sketch an escape plan. The urge to slip away grew stronger, but something held me back. Declan's face kept popping into my head, disrupting the exit strategy forming in my mind.The memory of Declan stirred a storm of emotions. His eyes, mysterious yet warm, seemed to linger in the air around me. I shook my head, trying to break free from the enchantment threatening to derail my focus.The party's energy surged, engulfing me in a sea of joy. But I found myself torn between the allure of secrecy and the magnetic pull of Declan's image. Lost in my thoughts, my hands paused mid-air, and the kitchen buz
Chapter Thirty Six Maya’s POV The echo of my pounding heart resonated through the kitchen as I took a step back, the sudden presence of Stella sending ripples of fear through me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, her grip tightened on my hair, yanking me backward. Pain shot through my scalp as I stumbled, desperately trying to regain balance.The glasses I held, remnants of the party's revelry, slipped from my grasp, shattering on the unforgiving floor. The crash reverberated like a discordant symphony, drawing the attention of the entire room. Time seemed to freeze as the fragments scattered around me, a chaotic dance mirroring the shattered pieces of my composure.The drinks I had so carefully prepared cascaded down, drenching me in a cold, humiliating embrace. A stunned hush fell over the party as the liquid dripped from my hair, down my face, and soaked through the fabric of the chef's coat. Every eye in the room turned toward me, a collective gasp punctuating the aw
Chapter Thirty Eight Maya’s POVApproaching Alpha King Aaron at his extravagant party, my heart raced with fear. "I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, anxiety tightening my voice. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to spill the food."Aaron's stern expression intensified, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you understand the consequences of your actions?" he growled, his tone cutting through the buzzing background of the party.Fear etched across my face, my eyes wide with trepidation. "Please, Alpha King Aaron, I didn't mean any harm. It was just clumsy of me."The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. My heart raced as I awaited Aaron's response, expecting the worst.Unexpectedly, Aaron's hand reached for his pocket, pulling out a pristine white handkerchief. The guests gasped, astonished at the sight of the ruthless king showing an uncharacteristic gesture of compassion.Without a word, Aaron gently wiped away the food from my face, his touch surprisingly tender. A col
Chapter Thirty Seven Maya’s POV The corridor, once a refuge, was disrupted by the looming presence of Alpha Aaron, the host of the extravagant party. As he approached, a sense of authority radiated from him, his sharp gaze taking in the scene – a drenched me, wrapped in a borrowed tuxedo coat, and Declan, standing like a shield against the turmoil that had marred the evening.Alpha Aaron's expression darkened, his alpha instincts sensing the tension in the air. A low growl escaped him, a visceral manifestation of the anger brewing beneath the surface. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, now bore into the room with an intensity that sent shivers down our spines."What's going on here?" Alpha Aaron's voice, a thunderous command, sliced through the corridor, demanding an answer to the disturbance that dared to interrupt his meticulously planned party. The room, once filled with whispers, fell silent in the wake of his question.Stella and Jacob, who had briefly bowed to the son of th
Chapter Thirty Six Maya’s POV The echo of my pounding heart resonated through the kitchen as I took a step back, the sudden presence of Stella sending ripples of fear through me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, her grip tightened on my hair, yanking me backward. Pain shot through my scalp as I stumbled, desperately trying to regain balance.The glasses I held, remnants of the party's revelry, slipped from my grasp, shattering on the unforgiving floor. The crash reverberated like a discordant symphony, drawing the attention of the entire room. Time seemed to freeze as the fragments scattered around me, a chaotic dance mirroring the shattered pieces of my composure.The drinks I had so carefully prepared cascaded down, drenching me in a cold, humiliating embrace. A stunned hush fell over the party as the liquid dripped from my hair, down my face, and soaked through the fabric of the chef's coat. Every eye in the room turned toward me, a collective gasp punctuating the aw
Chapter Thirty Five Maya’s POV After almost dying , I was left with no choice as I hurried around the kitchen, making sure the drinks were just right, and adding those final touches to the food spread. The party sounds drifted in, mixing with the clinks of glasses and laughter. Amidst the festive chaos, I couldn't shake the idea of escaping.While arranging appetisers, my mind started to sketch an escape plan. The urge to slip away grew stronger, but something held me back. Declan's face kept popping into my head, disrupting the exit strategy forming in my mind.The memory of Declan stirred a storm of emotions. His eyes, mysterious yet warm, seemed to linger in the air around me. I shook my head, trying to break free from the enchantment threatening to derail my focus.The party's energy surged, engulfing me in a sea of joy. But I found myself torn between the allure of secrecy and the magnetic pull of Declan's image. Lost in my thoughts, my hands paused mid-air, and the kitchen buz
Chapter Thirty Four Aaron’s POVMaya's eyes fluttered open, a newfound vitality coursing through her. The room, once shrouded in concern, now bathed in a warm light as life returned to her. She sat up, greeted by the concerned gaze of Declan. A shy smile played on her lips as she acknowledged him, her gratitude evident."Thank you for saving me," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. Declan returned her smile, a reassuring presence in the aftermath of the tumultuous events.However, before Declan could respond, Nina, who had been observing the scene with a certain impatience, rolled her eyes. "I'm the one who saved you," she declared, her tone tinged with annoyance. Maya, realising her oversight, lowered her head and directed her gratitude towards Nina."Thank you," Maya said softly, but Nina, seemingly uninterested, brushed past her without acknowledging the gratitude. With a dismissive air, Nina made her way toward the door, her focus shifting from the healing moment to t
Chapter Thirty Three Aaron’s POV In the chaotic ambiance, I found myself urging those around me to disregard Maya's sudden collapse. "Let's not be held back, we're heading to the party," I declared with a sense of urgency. My plea, however, fell on stubborn ears as Declan, unyielding, resisted the call to revelry. Swiftly, without a moment's hesitation, he scooped up Maya's limp form, cradling her in my arms like a delicate bride.The party's distant sounds faded as he carried Maya to a quiet room, the gravity of her condition sinking in. Gently placing her on a nearby surface, I felt a rush of responsibility but I don’t have conscience and don’t care about anything that happens to her.Declan’s phone emerged from his pocket, fingers dialling swiftly to summon a doctor to her aid. The urgency in his voice mirrored the concern etched on my face as he navigated through the medical call.Observing this unexpected turn of events, wore an expression of puzzled curiosity. With a flicker
Chapter Thirty TwoAaron’s POV In the aftermath of the unsettling encounter with Maya, I turned abruptly, my eyes scanning the vast expanse of my rooftop garden. The sharp clang of my bow hitting the ground echoed through the tense air. Maya, trembling from the ordeal, remained bound to the target, her tear-streaked face a testament to the cruelty she had endured.In that charged moment, I shifted my gaze, my cold eyes narrowing as I surveyed the vast rooftop. The faint hum of a helicopter's blades reached my ears, disrupting the peace of my private space. The audacity of someone daring to interrupt my carefully curated ball fueled a simmering rage within me."Who dares to disturb my sanctuary?" I bellowed, my voice a thunderous command that reverberated across the rooftop. The head maid, still lingering in the shadows, took a step back, her eyes avoiding my piercing gaze. My eyes, once red with fury, now burned with a different kind of intensity—an unyielding demand for answers.As
Chapter Thirty One Aaron’s POV Perched in my grand chair on the rooftop garden, I indulge in the decadence of a cigar, its smoke intertwining with the night air. The city below, a mesmerising tapestry of lights, serves as a backdrop to my calculated actions.My fingers glide over the sleek bow, arrows catching the moonlight menacingly. The prisoners below quiver, their fear palpable. I speak, my voice commanding obedience, as the sharp arrows find their marks with lethal precision. Each release is a declaration of my unyielding dominance.Emotion hangs heavy in the air—a potent mix of fear and adrenaline. The rooftop transforms into a stage for the unfolding drama, a dark ballet of cruelty. I revel in the power, a wicked grin playing on my lips, yet beneath the facade, a subtle vulnerability lingers.Suddenly, the head maid, the mistress of the house, emerges from the shadows. Her presence demands respect, and with a bow, she interrupts my sinister amusement. "Alpha," she begins, he
Chapter Thirty Maya’s POVShe sighed, as if sharing a burdensome secret. “The chef, unfortunately, has taken ill and you forgot to give him an invite on time so that he can make another arrangement. It appears you'll be handling the culinary responsibilities for the grand ball tonight.”A wave of disbelief washed over me. The responsibility of preparing an extravagant feast for the distinguished guests now rested solely on my shoulders. Despite my culinary prowess, the weight of the task felt daunting.The head maid’s stern expression returned, her gaze piercing. “I hope you understand the gravity of the situation. You cannot afford any mistakes. This is a crucial event for the mansion, and any blunders will be unforgivable.”With a nod, I acknowledged the gravity of the situation, determination overshadowing the trepidation that threatened to consume me. The head maid lingered for a moment longer, her eyes scrutinising my every move. Then, with an abrupt turn, she headed towards the