“Bjorn,” Gabriel growled, his voice barely containing his rage. “Enough.” The single word cut through the air like a knife, and for once, Bjorn fell silent, looking at his uncle with a half-dazed expression.Lilian’s voice was low, steady, with an edge that could slice through steel. “We didn’t come here for your nonsense, Bjorn. We came for Alysha. And right now, she’s missing.” Her eyes narrowed, piercing him with a look that could have silenced anyone with a shred of common sense.Bjorn looked more puzzled than worried when he realized how serious the situation was.Gabriel’s face twisted with rage, his hands balled into fists at his sides, and for a moment, it looked as though he might strike Bjorn right there. The look in Gabriel’s eyes was murderous, but before he could react, Lilian stepped forward, her voice trembling slightly with fear. Ingrid and Karol exchanged horrified glances, the weight of the situation pressing down on them like a crushing force. They had heard whispe
Neil gazed at Gabriel, each word laced with challenge and accusations that had lingered unspoken for far too long. Gabriel felt the pressure mounting, the gradual unraveling of his usual control—a rare sensation that was both infuriating and unsettling. For once, he was at a loss, and Neil's ruthless persistence was leaving him alone."Neil," Gabriel began, his voice edged with forced calm, "you were responsible for bringing my daughter-in-law, Alysha Jarl, safely to the States. You knew the stakes. So tell me, why isn’t she there?”Neil crossed his arms, a cold smile barely concealing his contempt. “And how am I supposed to know what you did to her?” His voice was a low growl, the accusation slicing through the air, and Gabriel felt his pulse spike. Neil’s words hit with a precision that forced him to react, his face hardening.“She went missing, Neil!” Gabriel barked, his voice cutting through the thick silence, frustration evident. “She’s not at the hotel, and there’s no record of
Inside the car. Lilian clenched her jaw, her mind racing between the chaos unfolding around Alysha’s disappearance, Neil’s hidden vendetta, and now Bjorn’s relentless demands. She knew she couldn’t let her son continue down this path, but the storm brewing around them made every decision feel like a potential disaster.Gabriel returned to the car, his face dark and clouded with frustration. Lilian immediately noticed the heaviness in his expression, the weight of the confrontation with Neil still clinging to him. Her heart sank at the sight of her husband, knowing that things had escalated in a way that could spiral even further out of control.She leaned over to Bjorn, her voice soft but firm. "Bjorn, look at your father. He’s so upset. Please, don’t talk right now, okay, my son?"Bjorn glanced at Gabriel, the usual arrogance in his eyes dimming slightly as he observed his father’s mood. Though his own desires still simmered beneath the surface, he grudgingly nodded, sinking back in
In Jarl palace, Alysha slowly stepped out of her hidden room, her entire body trembling from the weight of the conversation she had just overheard. Her hands shook as she clutched the fabric of her dress, her innocent eyes wide with fear. She felt as though the world around her was crumbling.Ingrid, noticing her daughter’s distress, looked at her with helplessness, her heart aching for the fear and confusion etched on Alysha’s face. There was little comfort she could offer in this moment.Neil’s voice, steady and cold, cut through the tense air. "Have you seen them, Mr. Jarl?" he said, his gaze piercing Karol. "Have you seen the Rodriguez family? How could you give your daughter to such a dangerous lot?"Karol's face paled as he turned to Neil, his voice weak and filled with regret. "I was helpless, Mr. Holland. I needed the money. You know I have a large family to care for. I may come from royalty, but we are far from billionaires like the Rodriguez / Suegra family." His words were
Alysha was very upset after learning about Ivan and stayed still. She tried to understand what Neil was saying, but her mind raced as she tried to understand. Everything she'd ever known was about to vanish. She felt very sad because she was scared of leaving her family and becoming someone else.Karol looked at Neil helplessly, the weight of the decision too much to bear. “But… what about us? What about her future? What kind of life will she have?”Neil’s expression softened, but his resolve did not waver. “She’ll have a life, Mr. Jarl. A hidden one, yes, but a life free from the dangers of the Suegra and Rodriguez families. We have no choice if we want to protect her.” His gaze shifted to Alysha. “It’s the only way to keep her safe.”Alysha’s tears fell silently as the room filled with the heaviness of the decision ahead.Karol’s voice trembled as he brought up the looming threat, his mind swirling with fear. "What about Gabriel’s youngest son, Bjorn? How do we handle him?" His word
Andrine twirled around her room, lost in the thrill of the memory, her heart racing with joy. Bjorn had noticed her. He’d shouted for her, asked for her. Her mind played it over and over, filling in the details with her own starry-eyed hopes. The hero of her life, her true love, the one she’d admired for so long, had finally seen her. She could barely contain her happiness, her face flushed with excitement as she imagined him holding her, looking at her the way she’d always dreamed.Just then, the door burst open, and Hazel, her older sister, rushed in, her face pale and stricken with fear. “Andrine!” Hazel cried, her voice trembling, a look of horror etched into her features.Andrine stopped mid-twirl, her joyful daydream crashing back to reality. “Hazel? What happened?” she asked, her heart skipping a beat, sensing the urgency in her sister’s tone.Hazel took a shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at Andrine. “Mom and Dad… they just accepted a large dowry from Nei
Neil’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides as his temper flared. The calm, calculating expression he had worn moments before disappeared, replaced by cold anger.Andrine’s gaze flicked toward Neil, but she seemed unfazed by the rising tension. “Bjorn is interesting,” she declared, her lips curling into a rebellious smile. “I like him.”The room fell into stunned silence. Karol’s face twisted in horror, his mind racing as he struggled to comprehend what his daughter had just said. Ingrid stood frozen beside him, her hand covering her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. And in the corner, Neil seethed, his body trembling with barely controlled rage.The defiance in Andrine’s eyes was unshakable, the tension in the room electric. She had drawn a line, and everyone knew that crossing it would lead to consequences none of them were prepared for.Neil's voice dropped, heavy with finality. “Andrine... you cannot marry Bjorn in the future.”Andrine’s eyes widened in confusion, h
The first SUV's door swung open with a resounding thud, creating a tension-filled atmosphere. Ivan Anderson Suegra stepped out, his long leg hitting the ground first, followed by his towering body. His piercing blue eyes scanned the palace, his expression unreadable but filled with a simmering intensity. The air around him seemed to thicken as he took in the sight of the mansion.From another SUV, Bjorn Rodriguez emerged with a devilish smile curling on his lips. He walked toward Ivan, his excitement barely contained, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. This was what he thrived on—chaos, conflict, and drama.“Uncle,” Bjorn called out, his voice cutting through the tense air as he strode up to Ivan. “This is the house. They threatened Dad. Even Neil Holland was there.”Ivan’s gaze sharpened at Bjorn’s words, his jaw tightening. His eyes flicked toward the palace with a cold calculation, absorbing the weight of the situation. His presence was commanding, the kind that made