“ Because he is the heir to the throne and he needs the Queen's blessings.”“ She calls it blessing.” Eddy, the first prince snickered at her which made the queen red with fury, her hands curled tightly around the glass cup beside her ceramic plate. “ My son does not need your contaminated words.” Smash! The queen threw the cup on the floor as soon as her son spat out those words, Lydia jumped on her feet with a scream leaving that area immediately while Marco was simply enjoying his meal with a radiant smileEddy's lips curled up a bit, he enjoyed rilling the queen— seeing their mother flared her nostrils with her chest heaving very fast while glaring at her first son, did not bother the two princes.“ You know brother,” Eddy turned his attention to his little brother who was picking the green peas with his fork. “ you do need mother's contaminated words.” Marco spoke as he delicately took in the peas into his mouth, staring at his brother.“ Why do I need it ? Please tell me little b
“ As I said brother, there are things I would like to share but desperate people who are in need of tasty news are always around. So when you are interested in knowing, I will give you date and time. ” With that said, princess Lydia flipped her hair and her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she sauntered her way out of the hall with all eyes on her.“ Stacy. ” The queen called, her brown eyes still on her first son who looks disturbed; that made the corner of her upper lips raise slightly. Strange it is, how the table turned around. It was her now who is enjoying her child's misery. The lady who is sitting on the chair near to the one the princess sat down on, turned her big blue doe eyes to the queen—she looked extremely beautiful with her round face caked with a slight make up.The men on the table except the first prince drooled at the sight of the olive toned lady whose chestnut hair is stylishly packed in an updo, her modern gown was less revealing but the one shouldered purple
“ Where is him ?!” One of the superiors bellowed, his voice echoed around the meeting room. Miss Charles flinched at the intensity of the tone, all she wanted to do was to run out of this place and not stand before seven men.“ Erm...he...eh...” No tangible words seemed to forming. She dabbed her handkerchief on her forehead, wiping off her sweat. “ Do not stutter, Miss Charles. Talk to us, where is Chief John ? We need him here now.” The man in the middle, spoke in a gentle voice.Miss Charles swallowed her saliva, and forced a smile. “ He is in the toilet doing funny business. Just give him one hour, he will be here just as he promised.”[•]Hands curled around the iron bars of the small window, the only path of light rays and air for the frail man that stood in front of the window. All he could see was tall trees and nothing more.Buzz...The thin man in a blue baggy clothes, turned his head to the transparent door of his prison room. He dragged his hand on his bald head, scratchin
A soft melodious hum oozed out from Marco's mouth, as he walked out of the bathroom with a red short and his chest not covered with nothing. His steps flattered when he saw an empty bed, the IV stand on the floor and the sheets crumpled. “ Where is Patricia ?” Marco hastened his steps to the bed, bending down to check under the bed. It was absurd but it was done in the movies. His body turned ninety degree to look at the open door. “ Oh my...” A screaming voice came up. “ God.” He finished his statement, as he made his way outside not caring he was half naked.He traced the screaming voice to the castle's passage that was filled with Knights' statues. “ Jesus Christ!” Marco rubbed his eyebrows as if to ward off a headache.But this is truly an headache; Patricia being surrounded by guards that have every intention to kill her with the long barrel guns they were holding but they were being too careful because of beautiful Stacy who wore a see through night garment. Patricia wound he
“ Oh sweet Jesus!” Marco's fingers touched his parted lips, his other hand was on his hip. “ Just drop the knife and let's talk... privately.”Patricia tightened her arm the more, “ Let's talk here. I don't know you and you don't know me.”“ I know you.” Marco took a step closer.“ Stay back.” Patricia moved back, dragging Stacy along with her. “ Marco, please just back.” Stacy pleaded with tears streaming down. “ You better listen to your girlfriend.” Marco shook his head, waving his hands. “ Noo! She is not my girlfriend, you are my girlfriend. No sorry my fiancee.” Patricia's hands loosened around the lady's neck, Stacy took that opportunity to whisked away from her. Stacy held her neck, her chest rising up and down as she breathed heavily. “ Me ?” Patricia had an incredulous look while her hand was on her chest. “ That's impossible, I don't see myself getting engaged to any man and not someone like you.” She said, eyeing Marco with disgust.“ What'd you mean by a man like him
“ What was that woman thinking ? Marry the woman of her choice ? Ah.” Marco snorted like a pig, his hand tightened around Patricia's wrist. His feet stomping on the ground, mouth moved as grumbling words came out. “ Did she expect to be excited for choosing a wife ? A wife! She must be kidding! ”“ Hey!” Patricia shouted, and her feet stopped moving. Her breaths were bursting in and out when Marco turned to face her with his brows quirked.“ What's wrong dear ? You feel tired ?” His gaze stayed on her face, and his hands held both of her hands as he stood in front of her.“ Yes I am tired! Tired of hearing you half scream and half whine! Also tired of you dragging me like a rag doll. I am sure you were so abusive that you caused my accident.” Patricia continuously stabbing his chest with his finger as she spoke.“ Oh no no no...” Marco wagged his finger. “ You are the cause of your memory loss for going to meet that criminal without your support team. So don't you dare think I'm abu
The soft hue light shone on Marco's face as his eyes squinted on the laptop's screen and his fingers clacked away on the keys. A small groan made his attention divert from his work to the left, he switched on his flash light, directing the light rays on the cause of the sound. The way her lips curled up into a beautiful smile made him smile. He sighed, as his gaze moved from her pretty face to her body that was clothed with his yellow top that stopped above her knee. It would have been hard for him to control his s*xual urge if her butt was facing his side.He was about to turn when Patricia shouted. “ Dad!” Marco stood up in alarm, the chair stumbled backwards and fell. Marco knelt in front of her, dropping the torch on the nightstand beside the bed. “ Dad...” She called again this time with a teary voice. She grunted and groaned with her face scrunching and turning with her eyes tightly shut.“ Oh God, should I wake her up ?” Marco placed his hand on her arm, staring at her face.
Carefully and slowly, Patricia placed her hand on Marco's hand that was resting on her breast. She inhaled and raised the hand and dropped it behind her. Patricia sighed and sat up, her body was resting on the headboard. Her eyes darted to the sleeping man that makes her feel a whole lot of things. Her fingers gently swept his hair on his face, and her lips quirked into a beautiful smile. To her, she has seen the morning sun even though the curtains were closed.“ I find it hard to believe I'm in love with a human being but I don't know why the case does not apply to you. Why do I feel like being with you feels right ? Why do I feel my heart beating whenever you speak ? Why do feel like I love you ? Those questions rang in my head when I doubted our love. That's funny, ” Patricia chuckled and threw her head back, her finger were drawing circles on his forehead. “ I said our love that means I have finally come in terms that we are engaged. I would have run away, if you were not pretty
Patricia's confession hung in the air like an uninvited guest at a party. Marco stared at her, disbelief etched across his face."Did you just say you're nineteen?" Marco's voice wavered with a mix of shock and amusement.Patricia bit her lower lip, regretting her slip-up. "I, uh, well... yeah," she stammered, trying to backtrack. "I mean, isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"Marco's eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really had me fooled, Patricia. You've been playing the part of a seasoned spy with such finesse, I never suspected you were just a teenager."She gave him a sheepish grin, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "I guess I'm a good actress."Marco's laughter filled the room, and he pulled Patricia into a warm embrace. "You're more than that. You're incredible," he whispered into her ear.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Patricia's worries about Chloe and her fami
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while chewing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you okay?"She halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He pulled her gently toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears cascaded from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comforting embrace,
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to a
Stacy's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy consciousness returning as she slowly sat up. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. The events of the morning came rushing back, and she glanced around to find Patricia and Marco in quiet conversation by the window.Rubbing her temples, Stacy pushed herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. The events of the morning had left her head spinning, and her emotions were a jumble of embarrassment, anxiety, and curiosity. She had never anticipated that her innocent mistake would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.As she watched Patricia and Marco, their hushed voices conveying a sense of urgency, Stacy's thoughts began to settle. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a feeling that they were on the cusp of something significant. She couldn't help but feel that there were layers of secrets she had yet to uncover.Marco glanced over and noticed Stacy's awake state. He offered
Marco found himself in a comical conundrum, staring at the ceiling fan twirling above him. Never in his wildest dreams had he been this perplexed by a woman. He'd never been the type to get serious, just one-night stands and empty promises. And now, when he'd decided to have a fling, fate served him a teenager who managed to steal his heart and body, all while sleeping soundly on his chest, her bare back inviting his gentle touch.Regret? He might have for employing her through deceit or for getting involved with her, but did he really regret it? These unfamiliar emotions were a whirlwind, and perhaps he didn't regret having her in his life after all. The uncertainty of what would happen when she regained her memory or when they crossed paths with her father loomed over him, but he was ready to embrace it all, consequences and all. His gaze shifted to his phone lying nearby, and excitement coursed through him when he saw a message that read, “My man, you in town and didn't tell me. Yea
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while gnawing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you alright?"She abruptly halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He gently pulled her toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears streamed from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comfortin
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to an
Patricia's laughter dwindled as Marco sprang into action, hoisting Stacy up from the floor. Her eyes laser-beamed with irritation, lips pressed into a grumbling pout. "And he claimed he didn't like the girl," she muttered, rolling her eyes before diverting her attention to a nearby box. Relief washed over her as a grin curled her lips. Finally, something that resonated with her was here. She eagerly unloaded the contents and began arranging them with care.With gentle precision, Marco placed Stacy on the sofa, adjusting her flimsy nightgown and crossing her legs. A soft moan escaped Stacy's lips as Marco's fingers brushed her delicate thigh. His nose caught a whiff of the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the kitchen, prompting him to saunter over. There, he found an uncooked omelette in the pan, and a smile played on his lips as he deftly flipped it with a spatula. "She's truly making an effort to please me. Maybe, after I sort out everything in my life, I'll settle down with her, buil
The gentle morning light streamed through the curtains, painting the room with a soft, delicate glow. Patricia greeted the day with a grumpy groan, her body staging a revolt against any form of movement. As her eyes gradually adapted to her surroundings, she was met with the sight of Marco, sprawled out comfortably on the bed beside her. His hand had sneaked beneath her shirt, and his touch sent delightful tingles dancing across her waist.Her emotions were in a comedic tug of war. On one hand, there was an undeniable desire to lean over and kiss his handsome face. On the other, a compelling urge to strangle him for the emotional rollercoaster he'd unwittingly taken her on. Opting to address the latter issue first, Patricia pushed his hand away and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.The cool floor met her feet as she rose, her movements deliberate and careful. She silently made her way to the bathroom, the dull aches in her foot announcing themselves with each step. Splashing col