"I'm having second thoughts," Patricia said, her eyes flicking nervously from the people in the line to the bouncer checking IDs.Lydia shivered beside her, rubbing her arms in the cool night air. "Me too," she said.Patricia started to turn towards their parked car, but Lydia grabbed her hand. "Please, I beg of you," she pleaded."You're shivering in that dress. At least wear a coat or let's go home so I can snuggle into the arms of my fiancé in this perfect weather," Patricia said, pulling her hand away from Lydia."Just thirty minutes, and we'll leave, I promise," Lydia added, raising a finger. She held her pleading gaze while Patricia stared at her blankly, and after a moment, she sighed. "Fine, but just thirty minutes, okay?"They approached the club, and the bouncer eyed them suspiciously. "You ladies can't just cut the line," he said sternly.Lydia rolled her eyes. "Our entry into the club is very easy," she said, grabbing Patricia's hand and leading her towards the building.As
"Why did you do that? Bob and I have nothing together," Lydia said as they entered."I do not care!" Patrick yelled out as their ears were blasted by the loud music. "I want a drink." She threw her hands up in the air, and her eyes scanned the dancing crowd, ignoring the flashing lights produced by the round object hanging from the high-arched ceiling. Her lips curled into a smile as she finally saw what she was looking for. "Go have fun with your friends, while I have fun with liquors." Patricia said as she eyed the bar."Uh-uh." Lydia grabbed her by the hand. "A future queen is not meant to be seen drinking with peasants. It will be a shame to the royal families.""Excuse me?" Patricia cocked her eyebrow and scoffed. "Well, a good thing I'm not the future queen so I can drink freely with the peasants." She pulled her hand out of Lydia's grip."You are engaged to Brother Elliot so th—""I am engaged to Marco!"Princess Lydia rolled her eyes. "Marco. Brother Elliot. Still the same thin
Lydia twirled the fork in her hand, absently pushing the Chinese rice around her plate. As she let out a deep sigh, her friend, Sapphire, noticed. “What's wrong, Lyd? Don't like the food?”Lydia looked up, her brown lashes fluttering, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the attention. “Oh no, I absolutely love the food,” she said, quickly scooping a forkful of rice into her mouth.“Are you sure you're okay?” Sapphire's forehead creased with concern.Lydia took a long sip of water and forced a smile. “I'm fine, really,” she said, rising from her seat. She walked over to the barstool and sat down, playing with her well-manicured fingers as she tried to compose herself.“I'm sorry,” Lydia began, addressing Patricia, her brother's fiancée, who was sitting next to her at the counter.Patricia barely looked up from her glass of scotch, taking a small sip. “I want to leave. I'm not having fun,” she said, her teeth clenched.Lydia hesitated, taking a deep breath. “Just wait until I'm
Marcos stretched out his hand and felt the empty space beside him on the king-sized bed. He paused and then sat up, his eyes darting from left to right. “Patricia!” he called out, wondering where his ladylove could have gone. Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand, he saw that it read 2:25 am.He slid his feet into his comfy slippers and dragged himself sluggishly into the ensuite bathroom. After checking that she wasn't there, he rushed out, grabbed his white robe adorned with pearls from his wardrobe, and covered his half-naked body.“Patricia!” he shouted, his feet gliding down the stairs, his hand tightening around his phone.Suddenly, he heard his mother's cries from the top of the stairs. “Son!” she wailed.He groaned, reluctantly turning his attention to the queen. His eyes softened, and his forehead creased together as he saw his mother in tears. Queen Tricia ran down to meet her second son.“What happened to Lydia?” Marcos asked, grabbing his mother softly.“Someone
Sapphire dragged the metal rod along the ground, wincing at the screeching noise it made on the marble tiles. Her lip was swollen and bursted, but her menacing smirk still managed to curl up at the corners. “There's no place to hide, fool,” she cackled, dragging the rod towards the bar. “Gotcha!” She leaped to the left, expecting to see a half-beaten lady trembling underneath the table, but she found no sign of life, only traces of blood on the floor.“Holy sweet blood!” Charles grunted, staring at the red stain on his palm. He winced at the slight touch of his finger on the side of his forehead. “I'm going to kill that motherf**ker,” he gritted his teeth in anger. Sapphire rolled her eyes at his antics.“Charles, stop being a cry baby and help me look for her.”“Let's just hand her to the palace. She's clearly not an ordinary maid.”“I know that, but she must be dealt with by me first before giving her to the royals. How dare she do this to ME?!” Sapphire groaned loudly, staring at h
The queen's demand echoed through the grand hall, reverberating against the marble walls. "I want answers now, I want them now!" Her eyes darted to Patricia, who stood frozen in her spot, and she moved towards her, but Marco stepped in her way. "Mother, this is not the right place to cause drama," he admonished her, holding her back."I don't care where we are, Elliott. I simply want to know what happened to my daughter. Is that too much to ask, son?" The queen's eyes filled with tears, and Marco wiped them away gently. "When we get to the palace, you'll get your answers."The queen scoffed and backed away. "I want my answers here. I do not care about prying ears. I am standing here as a mother, not a queen," she declared, wiping away her tears. She turned to Patricia, who was staring at her son. "Patricia," she called out.Patricia raised an eyebrow, looking up at the queen. "What happened to my daughter?" The queen's voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed her fear."Ma, I will tell yo
Marco glanced over at Patricia, who was staring out the window and tapping on the glass. He couldn't help but chuckle at her antics, realizing she was craving attention."Are you alright?" he asked, teasingly.Patricia turned to him with a deep sigh. "I'm not okay. Those people completely shattered my self-worth. I have this burning desire to make them suffer until they beg for mercy. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it, Marco," she said, sweetly calling his name and fluttering her eyelashes.Marco's body shuddered at her actions "Please, stop that."Patricia pouted, eyeing him. "I'm trying to be cute for you."Marco laughed, trying to keep his eyes on the dimly lit road. "Please don't, it's too cringy."Patricia rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a small smile. "Smile more often, you look beautiful," Marco said, attempting to lighten the mood.Patricia's smile quickly transformed into a scowl. "I look beautiful like this?" she exclaimed, exaggerating her gestures over her face.M
"This wasn't what I was expecting, Marco," Patricia seethed, her eyes locked on the prince who stood beside her, struggling to balance two luggages in his hands. "You made it sound like this place was something extraordinary, but what on earth is this?" She pouted, crossing her arms as she slouched on the sofa chair in the car.Marco flashed her a charming smile, extending his hand towards her. "Trust me, it's amazing."Patricia whipped her head to face him, wearing an incredulous expression. "Amazing? A small cottage in the middle of a freaking forest is your idea of amazing?"Marco chuckled. "Well, yes! It's like an adventure. Just think of it as a unique getaway."With a roll of her eyes, Patricia couldn't help but retort, "An adventure to the land of mosquitoes and wild f**king creatures, I suppose.""Language, Patricia," Marco chided, though a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.And for some reason, a word flashed in her mind."Fine, fine," Patricia huffed, "Should I have sai
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