It had been years since Elysia saw Xhafer, and meeting him again was something she never expected. She has helped him since they were young, freeing him from the shackles of his wicked brother. Living with him was something she couldn't bring herself to do. Every day in the past five years, he has always been on her mind. She hoped to see him again, and gradually he took over a part of her heart. Now that she has the opportunity to live with him, she feels it's not right. If only she could tell him how she felt about him, even when she knew that letting him go would tear her apart. Xhafer sat across her stealing glances as he wondered why she had a long face. For the past three weeks, he has been living with her. What he noticed about her five years ago wasn't the same anymore... she wasn't that agile anymore but rather self-reserved. Xhafer twitched his brows when Elysia took a deep breath. “Sia, what's wrong?” Xhafer asked, rubbing his
“So you decided to come back after all your mischievous behaviours?" Brutus snarled, his eyes glaring at Xhafer as he strode into the sitting room. Xhafer twirled in the direction of Brutus's voice. He stood up, tall and fearless, or so he tried to make himself... Maybe his brother would realise that he was no longer that little boy he could belittle whenever he wanted. Xhafer forcefully chuckled. “I only came back because I didn't want anymore deaths just because of me,” he signed deeply. “You used me as an excuse to have fun.“ “Is that how you would greet your elder brother, who you didn't see for five years?” Brutus cocked his head. Xhafer slipped his hands into his pocket and crossed his legs as he rested his weight on the edge of the table. “A brother who doesn't care about me?” He chuckled slightly, which was not audible, but it echoed harshly. “Or a brother who left me to die down there?” “I see you've grown. That's not nice becau
"How did that happen?" Dr Atlanta asked as he shut the door behind him and walked to his chair."I have no idea, I happened to see her like that."He pulled off his coat and hung it in a hanger, "That was pretty deep."I was grateful that Emilia had a cut because that was the only way I could get her blood. I placed the suitcase on the table, clicked it open and took out a box."Have this, Atlanta." I began and pushed the box to Dr. Atlanta.His eyes darted at the box and then at me, "What's this?" he asked as he picked it up. "A DNA kit?"I sighed deeply, "We discussed this, okay, I don't want to involve any other person.""Why?" Dr. Atlanta placed the kit back on the table and entwined his fingers. "Is it because you aren't sure if you are her father either?"I relaxed on the chair, Atlanta knew me too well. One thing I hated was rumours, even if they were true or not, I hated them. "You know me too well." Dr. Atlanta nudged his glasses above his brows, "Have you discussed this wit
NICKOLAS I pushed the door open and walked into the room. My eyes fell on Emilia. She sat by the vanity as she stared at her bandaged palm. The echo of the door creaking got her attention... she tilted her head and smiled. "You are back. How was the meeting?" she asked as she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. All I needed to do was calm down and wait patiently for the results, even when I already knew the truth. I just wanted to see it for myself. If I didn't get her pregnant, then that means Giselle doesn't belong to me either. I clenched my fist when Emilia placed her head on my chest. I watched silently, not allowing the anger in me to take over as I stared at the woman who ruined five years of my life with her lies. "You need to rest," my voice hoarse, as it failed me. I felt my throat, and my throat felt heavy with unspoken words. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her. Her eyes glimmered. "With you here by my side, I don't mind." She raised he
EMILIA I paced around the room as my heart beat thudded in my ears. I had no idea why I felt like Nickolas was having trust issued with me and why he was bringing up things of the past. Damn Valeria! She's the reason I am going through all of this. Not only am I worried about myself caught up her mess but she still had not been found. She was meant to drown in that lake so I could throw her body into the forest for rouges to feed on. How did I get to this? I tapped my fingers against the glass table and stared at my reflection on the mirror. I was to young for all of these things I'm going through. I quickly cocked my head toward the door when I heard a knock. "Who's there? Come in!" I yelled and slumped into the chair beside me. I rubbed my palms over my forehead and sighed deeply. My eyes glued at the door as it creaked open and Giselle walked in with a stuffed doll held tightly to her chest. I
"Miss Valeria, what are you doing here?" Xhafer asked as he shut the door behind him and rushed to me. I was to weak to speak, I rested my back on the wall and took a deep breath. I rested my palm on his, "Please can you help me out of here?" I pleaded desperately. I didn't even ask myself what Xhafer was doing there, all I wanted was to leave. Xhafer hung his arm around my neck as he helped adjusted me, "It's going to be hard to do so, my brother is very strict especially with me." he complained. What... Brutus was Xhafer's brother? Does that explain why I saw Nickolas here the other day? "Brutus is your brother?" I asked, my face widened though I wasn't expecting an answer from him. I shook my head. "Please find a way to get me out of here, I need to return back to the Enchanted Shadows." Xhafer took a deep breath as he contemplated on what to do, he couldn't let me down like that. I was sure that he was aware what his brother would do to me if I remain here. I groaned as I
NICKOLAS As I rushed over to the hospital, I wondered why everything was pointing to Valeria. Finding out that she owns the necklace and not Emilia gave me a little setback. I have believed Emilia so much that I couldn't recognise when she was lying. I hopped into my car and zoomed off to the hospital. I needed to get my hands on those results before I got a heart attack. I drove at the highest speed, and in no time, I was already at the hospital. I paced up to Atlanta's office and pushed the door open. My eyes scanned the room. "Atlanta," I called as I walked over to a chair and sat down. "Nickolas," Atlanta began. "That was fast." "I couldn't wait anymore... all I want is to get my hands on that report." I rubbed my brows and relaxed on the chair. My eye bags were heavy... I had stressed myself so much the past week and needed rest. Atlanta paused for a while as his eyes scanned me, and I could tell that he was worried about me. "Have this," he said, stretching his hand out to
NICKOLAS I walked into the meeting hall, and the elders were already seated anxiously waiting, probably wondering why I had called for them. I slipped my hands out of my pocket and sat on the chair left vacant for me. My eyes scanned the room and fell on Sam. I looked away instantly. Magnus cleared his throat. "You sent for us, Nickolas... is something wrong?" He paused and looked around. "What was so urgent that you had to send it to us as soon as possible?" he asked, and the rest of them nodded their heads as they agreed to the decision I made earlier. I tapped my fingers against the wooden table as my eyes travelled from one of them to the other. "I want you all to prepare a banquet," I paused. "A banquet? Nikolas, for so many years now, you haven't done a banquet."Ragnor asked. I let out a mischievous smile and propped my hands on my jaw. "I want to celebrate with my wife and her family... is there anything wrong with that?" I
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y