All Chapters of The bride of the Egos': Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

They didn't expect to find the stranger whose daughter they had said, right before their front door bearing gifts towards their son, with an army of carriages bearing a flag. They who wanted absolutely nothing to do with nobles had now become acknowledged by one, and now he had prepared to formally greet them. "The last time we met I could not introduce myself, so allow me to do it now. I am Archduke Nikolai of the northern duchy of Moscow, this is my wife Katherine, we're here to formally thank you for your help." Not a moment did they hesitate to bow to the ground. A man of his status has visited low class commoners, it only proved how much he loved his child. As commoners, the majority could not imagine that they would ever see the face of nobles, if they ever came across any then they would be humiliated and belittled by them, so it was best to avoid them as much as possible.    The

Their friendship could be defined in one word, inseparable, wherever Rebecca went, so did Malicay. As they grew, the aristocrats who were thirsty for gossip slowly began to whisper about the story of a commoner and a princess who were slowly becoming more than just friends. Duke Nickolai overlooked this, to him it was the best gift his daughter had ever received, and her mother also agreed that it was the first time she's having such a lively expression, and if that was to ever happen then they would not hesitate to make their daughter happy regardless of society and culture.  The two were always exchanging gifts, birthday gifts, celebrations gifts, congratulatory gifts and more. In the third year of their friendship, Nikolai and his wife Katherine were summoned back to Russia, they however left their daughter in the care of her aunt, Katherine's sister.  

As promised, Daniel arrived in Austria, but that was only two months after he left home, from the gates, he could see just how happy his sister was, and he could tell that she has found a good match. At hearing of her brother's arrival, Rebecca rushed out to greet him, but he was only ever interested in one person, Malicay. "I would kike to have a word with him if you don't mind sister." That was the first thing he said upon meeting the two. Rebecca was already afraid, she kept biting her fingers from nervousness as her aunt and the maids tried to calm her down. Malicay sat nervously, his sweaty hands could not be controlled because of the pressure from her brother. "The princess is returning to Russia soon. There is to be a family celebration, and the princess and her fiance are expected to be together." Malicay's world did not slowly crumble but crashed in a instant. He could not move, his reasoning stopped and Malicay's tears slowly dropped, wettin

Jack.We were at Emir's place for a week seeking knowledge from her. She was said to have played a huge role in subduing Emerald during the war. My phone rang all of a sudden, it was an unknown number, I wanted to respond, but unfortunately Emir wasn't a fan of technology so I ignored it. Then it was Jakes' turn, he wasn't me so he picked up not caring about Emir's presence. His eyes widened and he almost dropped his phone, the look on Jake's face was not something I was expecting, something must have gone wrong. I rushed to his side. It's unusual for him to drop expensive stuff, so it's important. The look in his eyes was bizarre, "it's Mira." That was all it took to send us packing. All through the trip Mal was hyper, yelling at us to drive faster, regardless of how fast we were, Mal was just not satisfied. It took us three hours to get us to ou

Something bad was about to happen, I could feel that much. I don't know why he's being like this, but I have a feeling he's up to something crazy once again. We arrived home and heard that Mira was asleep. Malicay walked into his room without a word, and we were too busy trying not to get on his bad side to ask about what was going on. I took a stroll around the house, I myself knew nothing about Mal, I could still remember the first day I saw him, Mal was as fragile as glass, and whenever he was hit, he would run to a corner to hide and cry, his eyes looked like those which has given up on hope and I wondered what the boy could had possibly gone through to look so miserable, but even so, he never once complained to us, and I feel horrible because no matter how physically strong he was on the outside that surpassed our abilities, he was still our little brother, and he clearly needed attention. Just once, if I had asked him just once, I wonder what hi