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Luther nodded and waved his hand. Mr. Handal then turned towards Gianna and flashed a charming grin."Good day, my lady," he bowed. "Rumours have it that you are the one who prepared all this. I have to say so for myself, that you are incredibly talented.""Thank you, my Lord." Gianna curtsied. "Forgive my boldness, but may I ask who you are?"Gianna glanced at Luther, and when she saw he made no reaction, she answered."I am Gianna, personal servant to the supreme lord.""Oh," Mr. Handal said, looking intrigued. "That's good then."He turned to face his Majesty. "My Lord, if you are willing, I have a son that is ripe for marriage. I would love it if you can allow them to meet. Who knows if perhaps, something comes out of it."Gianna's eyes widened and she quickly looked towards Luther, nervously twiddling her fingers. The man wants her to get married to his son? Why would he? She was sure most of the elite saw her as the king's slut. Why does he suddenly have an interest in her?Whil
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF RAPE AND ASSAULT. Gianna sat and watched the dance till she grew bored. Several members of the elite class had made a bold step and asked her for a dance. She was flattered but remembered the order lord Luther had given her against going out with someone she didn’t know. She wished she could join the dance though, but then again, she also knew that she was lucky to even be able to attend it. After a while, people slowly began to make their way out of the ball. It was close to daybreak, and it was about time for people to start leaving for their houses. One by one they came to see her, thanking her for Co-hosting such a wonderful ball, and asking her to send their greetings to the supreme lord. Gianna felt honored for the way they treated her, but she could feel the fear that lined their treatment. After banishing Mr. Handal and his family, the others would be stupid to try and make any form of slight remark against her. Finally, when
PART THREE800 years later... Presently... Gwendolyn hummed to the lyrics of the songs she had just finished creating. She was to present it to her boss once she reached the office. "Hey, Gwen?" "Yes, mum?" She stopped what she was doing to take a look at her mother. Her mother had just finished bathing and had put on a red silk robe as she let out her ebony waist-length hair to air dry. She walked into the side kitchen and seconds later, sounds of ceramics bowls could be heard. "How is your songwriting going?" She asked from the kitchen. Gwendolyn dropped the notebook she was with on the couch she was currently slouching on and sat up, looking towards where her mother was. "It's okay mum. We have a new singer over at the studio and I was asked to write a song for his first performance. He has the voice but isn't much of a writer." She picked up the book again, opened it, and started humming to the songs she had written. "I just remembered. Another person got fired yesterday."
The work hours were finally over. Gwendolyn left her office and headed straight for her house. She planned on dressing up, then leaving her house again, going straight to her boyfriend’s house. It’s been a year since she and Charles started dating. Everything had been going well since the beginning of their relationship, that was, till recent times. He had been acting strange, had become secretive, and rarely had enough time for her. Maybe she was just overthinking, she thought. She finally arrived at her house and walked to the entrance, opening the door with the key she always carried around. She entered inside, not surprised to see everywhere dark. Her mother wasn’t usually around by this time of the day. She would probably still be at her little shop, attending to the customers whom she had made addicted to her confectionaries. Gwendolyn shut the door behind her, placing her coat atop the coat hanger by the door. She walked straight to her room, hung her bag by her door, and qui
The days passed by, and finally, the day for the Baron's party arrived. Gwendolyn had been going to the office early and working harder than usual, trying her best to forget about Charles. Since her last meeting with him, he hadn't sent a letter to her or anything. He was serious when he said he really didn't feel anything for her anymore.She had the day off– thanks to her boss– to prepare for the party. The whole day was spent trying to select a gown to wear. Her mother would have helped her, but she had to go to work. After several tries, she finally selected a white long gown that clinched the upper part of her body, enhancing her bosom. She wore a corset to enhance it, and it made her chest seem fuller. The gown flayed down to her ankles, gently showing off her rounded hips. She wore cream sandals and let her black hair down. It was short, reaching just her shoulder. Dragging her hands down her form, she smiled satisfactorily. Then she picked up her bag, looked at herself one fi
The lady looked at him strangely, probably wondering what he was doing there. “Uh, hi. How may I help you?” “I would love to know your name.” Tyron urged. “I am Gwendolyn.” He grinned. “Nice to meet you, Gwendolyn.” He looked around the hall. “I noticed that you were the only one seated here, and so I opted to join you.” “Oh, I am not the only one here,” Gwendolyn said, waving her hands. “My boss went to make some inquiries. He would be back soon.” Tyron stared at the lady in front of him, a grin still etched widely on his face. He didn’t know why he was suddenly drawn to her. He studied her closely, trying to find if anything would make her far different than the rest. Apart from her beauty, she was just like any normal person. “Oh, okay then. Would you like me to leave?” Gwendolyn shrugged. “I do not mind. Once my boss starts to perform I wouldn’t be here anyway.” “May I ask who your boss is?” “Raul.” “The love singer?” She smirked. “Yes.” “Wow.” He exclaimed, intrigued.
Tyron made his way towards the fancy office studio. The entrance was beautifully decorated with different common plants which helped to liven up the place. He and Elijah walked towards it, studying the clean environment. “Are you sure about this?” Elijah asked. “Yes.” Tyron replied, nodding his head. “You still haven’t told me how Raul is connected to your search.” “It’s a gut feeling. That’s all.” Elijah sighed. “Sometimes, you really can be annoying. Just tell me your mission already. I’m dying of curiosity.” Tyron paused, then turned to look at Elijah. He folded his hands behind him, gently kicking at the ground. “My father sent me to look for someone. Until I find the said person, I cannot return home.” “Oh. Wow. I didn’t know it was this serious.” “Sadly, it is. That’s why I hardly talk about it.” He released a long breath, then turned back towards the entrance. “Now that you understand why I want to do this, can we go ahead with it already?” They both continued their w
In the Enu realm, seated languidly atop the throne was the supreme lord, looking at his kneeling subjects drily. He was beautiful; his white hair splayed over his throne, reaching the floor. His eyes were dark onyx, beautiful and dangerous. His face was perfectly sculpted, and it was no surprise as he had reached the level of a god. His power enveloped the whole room, making the kneeling subjects quiver in fear where they were. “Report.” He commanded, his voice coming out cool. “My lord,” the leader said, coming forward. He was the general of the special team created to find the abomination. He bowed fully, his head touching the ground. “We haven’t found any trace of the abomination.” The supreme lord leaned on his hand, looking at the general blandly. “Why am I not surprised.” He said, his voice coming out monotonously. “How long have you been put in charge of this search?” “Over two decades, my lord.” The general answered shakily. “Hmm. You have been there for a long time. Don’
The piercing scream of Luther's wife filled the air, but no one paid any attention to her. All their attention laid on Gwen, the woman who had just rescued them from the millennial reign of a mad man."What are you doing?" Tyron boomed out of nowhere. "Bow to your new leader!"Gwen turned to look at him, frowning. "What are you doing?" She whispered. "You killed the Supreme Lord of the Enu realm. You are now the new supreme lord." He said simply, shrugging.She frowned, and just as she was about to say something, Luther's wife boomed."You can't be the new leader. Not when my sons are still alive.""Your sons are barely alive," Tyron said, snickering. "Weren't you listening while I was talking? He—" he said, pointing to Luther's corpse. "Used their blood to improve his youth. Whatever he did wasn't working for him anymore, and so he turned to his own blood. Haven't you noticed something wrong with your children? Yourself even?""No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously. "You'
Gwen stepped back a bit, staring at Luther in shock."No," She whispered. Slowly, luther turned fully around, a disappointed look on his face. "This was a special day for us, why did you have to destroy it?"She swallowed, trying hard to be bold. "As I said earlier, I'd rather die than be married to you.""But I can't let that happen. And because if this foolish mistake of yours, your friends will suffer immensely."Immediately, Gwen summoned dark flames, her stance in attack mode. " I will fight you with everything I have."Luther sighed, then raised his fingers towards her. But nothing happened. Frowning, luther stared at his hands, abs Gwen stared st him, wondering what was happening. Immediately he swivels around, trying to hide himself from her, but it was too late. She already knew what happened. Her attack had worked after all. Not just in the way she expected. "You can't use your powers," she said staring at his back. "Can you?"Angrily he turned back to her, his face eer
Gwen and Luther finally reached the throne. Though the woman didn’t say anything, Gwen could still much feel the scorching stare of Luther’s wife on her back. She gulped, trying to calm her nerves down. By the time she was done with her plan, anger might be the last thing the woman would feel. “I hold the supreme power in this land.” Luther began. “Therefore, it is only right that i officiate a powerful wedding such as this. You are lucky,” he said, this time whispering to her. “I never did this for my first wedding.” She gritted her teeth, imagining ways by which she could kill him. She didn’t want to marry him. It was the last thing on her mind. The plan she had imagined only required them to go so far, but she never knew that they would wed in front of everyone. If she wanted to defeat this man, she had to do so immediately, and fast. Luther turned around, urging Gwen to do the same. He ran his hand gently across her back, causing cold shivers to crawl up her skin. “People of th
An hour passed. The maids were done. They left the room a few minutes ago to report to the man who had hired them.Gwen stared at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit weird for he vision looking back at her.She was beautiful, no doubt, but the image wasn't what caught her attention. It was the dim light that shone from her eyes.She knew the action she was about to take. Should she fail, that would spell a fate worse than death for her. "Gwen," Sheryl said, coming up from behind her.""I am fine." Gwen answered, sighing. She looked at Tyron through the mirror. He stood at the far corner of the room, his face etched deeply in a frown, with a thick air of misery surrounding him."This is what I have to do. The fate of the realms depends on it," she said.Tyron sighed, then furiously dragged his hands through his hair."I understand, of course I understand. But why does it have to be you?"Gwen frowned slightly, cocking her head. "What do you mean?""I do not want you anywhere near that
"How many times will I tell you to stop playing with your life?" Luther asked coldly, causing Gwen to grin."Wow, if I never knew how much I meant yo you before, I do now. It really does seem like inam your weakness."Luther sighed, dragging his hands through his hair. "I will let you all leave quietly, but that shouldn't mean you should take any drastic action.""Hey, Prince Luther, I have another request-""Do not push your luck." He boomed, staring coldly at Gwen. He then released a slow sigh. "Do not push your luck. I don't want to have to repeat my past mistakes. Understand?" He said with a forced grin.Gwen gulped, then glanced back at her friends and slowly let the shield down. She stayed in place, not moving an inch until Luther's guards parted for her. Slowly, they all began to walk to the entrance, and they quickly walked out of it when they reached, not bothering to pause for the supreme Lord."Gwen, what are you doing?" Sheryl asked when they had gone far from Luther."I'm
They had just rounded off their meeting when the supreme lord suddenly appeared in the garden."Well, well. Why am I not surprised?" He said, walking in. Behind him were several fully armed guards, their presence ominous.Gwen and her friends moved a step back, with Gwen standing in front of them in a protective manner.Luther chuckled. "What do you think you're doing?""I wouldn't let you harm my friends." Gwen said defensively. Luther sighed, shaking his head. "You should have thought of that before you escaped.""Why are you acting like you didn't know when I left that room. You planned all this, just to follow me.""You are smart. I have never doubted that." He said, and Gwen grimaced."Fine then." He clapped his hands. "There is only one thing to do if you want your friends to be safe."Gwen's frown deepened. "And what is that?""Marry me."She chuckled. "It's like you have forgotten what I said. I would rather die than get married to you.""Well this time you'd have no choice.
Geen looked at them, her eyes flooding with relief. "You are okay!" She exclaimed, almost jumping in happiness. "Oh thank heavens.""What are you doing here? How were you able to escape?" Tyron said, dragging his gaze over her."Yeah," Sheryl added. "We thought you'd be held by the supreme lord.""I was." Geen answered. "But I was able to escape."At that, Tyron's frown deepened. "Something's very wrong." He pointed out. "Quick, cast a protection spell over us."Gwen frowned. "How do I do that?" "I don't know. Make it seem like we are in the Zruch realm or something."Gwen understood immediately what he meant. Hester and Marc had once mentioned that it's Impossible for people to be tracked once they were in the realm. She sighed, pinched her already injured arm to draw out blood, and whispered a spell while waving her hands around them. A dark cloudy smoke appeared and covered them, then suddenly disappeared."Good." Tyron said, sighing in relief. "Now let's get out of here."Gwen no
Gwen stared at him in shock. “You are lying.” “I might be many things, my dear, but I will never lie to you.” he sat by the edge of her bed. “I sent him on a mission to bring the Abomination to me. That was what he was doing at first, but his plans changed when he realized you were the Abomination. I don’t blame him though. I would have done the same myself.” Gwen touched a hand to her chest, hyperventilating. He was lying. He had to be. Tyron wasn’t the type who would play her like that. But the more she thought about it, the more the idea seemed plausible. He had never mentioned who his father was, only that he was part of the elite in this realm. He had also said that his father sent him in search for something, which he later claimed to be the abomination. According to him, his “father” was determined to work with the abomination in order to bring down the supreme lord of the Enu realm. “Are you angry?” he asked with a mocking smile. “Do you feel betrayed?” Gwen swallowed, fol
Gwen couldn't sleep.She laid awake all night, afraid that Luther would enter her room. She wasn't stupid to think that just because she had locked the door, it totally prevented him from entering her room. Especially after the display he showcased the previous day. She doubted that the barrier she put around her door could stop him if he so wishes.She was brought food by maids the previous night, but she couldn't eat. For some strange reason, the maids gave off doll-like gestures, almost like they were being controlled like puppets. She wouldn't put it past Luther to actually do that. She had to up her game, and think fast. Her first plan had proven futile, which meant she had to use her second plan—her wits.It was something she detested doing because to achieve her goal, she would have to act like she had no problem being close to Luther which she absolutely did. It was morning. The sunlight seeped through her room from the half-closed windows, pouring over her bedsheets.Quickly