~Brandon~I held Lilly and caressed her arm gently, trying to soothe the ache in her heart and alleviate my fears. There was a little silence in the room as her words sank deep into my soul. Knowing she was willing to give up on her identity and walk away from everything for my sake made me feel unworthy. I didn’t do that for Winter. Instead, I humiliated and ridiculed her, hoping she would understand and wait for me. I deserved the punishment I got.Knowing how my love was inferior back then, I held on to Lilly, promising myself I wouldn’t fail twice. My love won’t be inferior this time. "Most people think my life as a royal is rosy, but they are wrong. I have had a very shitty life. People only befriended me because of what they believed they would gain. As popular as I may seem, I wasn't always the first choice for anything. I wasn't the princess; neither was I the king's niece; my father was third in the mix, and so I was only considered when the ones before me weren't available.
~Brandon~ Lilly was strong and a leader in her own right. She had years to her belt, so she was mature. She knew what to say and how to handle every situation, and even though it seemed like she was taking a huge risk, I somehow was calm because I believed in her strength. Unable to answer her, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her with all the love I had in my heart. I was afraid, but she had given me the strength to dare the consequences. I knew it would be hard, and I might lose in the end, but we still had this moment, and I chose to live in it and enjoy it with her. I wasn't going to claim her, but I planned to love her with every fibre of my being, and I wouldn't stop until it was really over. With that resolve, I held onto her tighter as I tasted her sweet, soft lips, allowing myself to fearlessly fall deeper and leave myself at her mercy. Moving from her lips, I moved towards the sweet spot of her neck, grazing my teeth against the soft, delicate, sensitive flesh, a p
~Anthony~ As the Alberts bid their farewells and left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy settle over me. They were the life of our little group, injecting each gathering with an energy that was infectious. Without them, the dynamics felt off-kilter. Luis, with his perpetually furrowed brow and intense focus, was a stark contrast to the Alberts' carefree nature. And the rest of the guys, well, they seemed content playing house, lost in their own little worlds. After lunch, I knew it was time to pack my bags and head back home. While I had enjoyed the change of scenery, I had work waiting for me in Greenville. Besides, hanging around Lucland without the Alberts just didn't hold the same appeal. Before hitting the road, I decided to give Liam a heads-up about my departure. After all, I had rushed over here at his behest, and it felt only right to keep him in the loop. I was yet to pack up when I got a call from my father. It was odd that he'd call me abruptly unless som
~Anthony~ I looked around the room, and suddenly, I couldn't tell where I needed to be. I couldn't tell whether or not to leave for Greenville. I began to wonder how I would help my friend, Lilly, and my cousins, Noah and Sebastien. None of them deserved this shit, and it was making me mad. I was confused about what to do after the call, but I knew there was a possibility I might act on impulse. The truth was, it could have been any of us. I wouldn't want to be in Lilly's shoes, and neither would I want to be in Noah's or Sebastien's shoes. Still confused about what to do, I decided to link Luis. He was the only one who wasn't preoccupied with playing house, and honestly, other than Noah and Sebastien, he was good in matters like this. Just as ruthless as the twins. "Luis, are you up for a trip to Brighton?" I linked the last person I wanted to hang out with. But he was the best option for this cause. He would be Lord of the West, and either way, Brighton was still part of the Wes
~Anthony~ I was utterly taken aback. How could they conjure up such a slew of nonsense in such a short span? It was evident that this was a targeted assault on our reputation, executed with a level of finesse that was almost impressive. The article was devoid of any substance that warranted the journalist's arrest; it was simply crafted to sow discord within the Royal Council and instil doubt in the minds of our citizens. It was a wicked yet cunning tactic, and unfortunately, we found ourselves on the receiving end of it. The seamless manner in which they fabricated connections sounded alarmingly convincing; even as an outsider, I might have been swayed. Glancing at the writer's name, I noted it belonged to a small but reputable printing press. Strangely, in Lucland, printed news held a reputation for bold authenticity. Complicating matters, this Chronicle press was known for its investigative journalism, further lending credence to their claims. What baffled me was their motivati
~Leo~ We were in Devin's garden with our mates having brunch when Devin suddenly froze and ushered us to the living room to watch the news. I could not believe what I was seeing. On the screen was Mountain Airport, and my sons and their mates were the objects of discussion. I was also surprised to see Lillian by Brandon Knight's side as they tried to break through the aggressive press. It seemed impossible, and just as expected, Ethan, true to his character, dealt the first blow, allowing room for them to walk through. I couldn't miss the questions or the underlying accusations and smear by the press and the people present. The hostility was intense. How did things suddenly get out of hand? We heard of what happened in the North with the LTS interview, where the jealous acquaintances of my sons and their mates were given the opportunity to stylishly vent their grievances and start rumours. It was indeed a big issue, and we trusted our children would handle it, but it seemed it wa
~Leo~ David had searched for 'Winter Crayton, and an autobiography about her, recently uploaded, had come up. It had a recent picture and stated her age and breed. The publication stated she was an orphan of unknown origin and that she grew up in an orphanage in Brighton. It stated that she was allegedly involved in prostitution before starting an orphanage and moving to Hayland, where she met her lover and fated mate, Brandon Knight. It said even though Brandon made a public show of rejecting her at their bluemoon wedding, they believed it was a scheme by the two of them so he could get his hands on Lesley Adamson Armstrong's dirty money. The autobiography further stated that Winter was now with my son, Noah. There were snippets that insinuated that Brandon, Summer and Winter are con artists who are preying on the rich and powerful, making my sons unsuspecting victims. Although it does not say anything malicious about my boys, it only implies they are unfit to rule. If they can b
~Noah~ The entire ordeal had destabilised Winter. She was shaking when we returned from the airport. Although she maintained a strong facade in the van, I knew she was shaken. Who would have thought that the LTS interview would lead to something explosive? I was also worried for Lilly. We are all in deep shit. We arrived home in silence, and all headed to our bedrooms. The eerie silence spoke volumes. We knew this was a huge mess. Realising Winter's mood, I decided I needed to calm her down. I went close to her as she took off her clothes and sucked on her sweet spot. She moaned for me, unable to resist my touch, and it made me giddy. I quickly took off my clothes, leaving my shorts on, and then I undressed her gently and laid her on the bed. "You need not worry about the press, bunny," I teased her, nibbling and sucking on her skin with the desire to leave marks on the pale, flushed skin. I wanted everyone to see that she was mine and that I owned every inch of her. The red hicki