Semua Bab Entangled With The Billionaire Prince : Bab 1 - Bab 10

/Elena's POV/ "Whether my father wants to talk to me or not, I need to get my answers directly from the horse's mouth, even if that means triggering his ego, having him change his mind, and having him send me back to the silver city," I decide as I make my way out of the room because I will instead seek answers from my dad than keep on torturing myself to wrap my head around the confusing situation. Most importantly, I need to know why exactly my father went from being mad at me to wanting to bring in my nanny Olivia and her daughter Amelia over to Orion, which is so uncalled for because I came over here to spend time with my father, so I see no logical reason why my dad keeps making my nanny Oliva and her daughter Amelia follow me around like a shadow. "We suddenly went from having to host the crown prince in the house to having to prepare to host three more guests," I hear the servants mumbling, and the mention of the crown prince brings me to a halt. "Ho

/Elena’s POV/I make my way to the ground floor and on getting to the ground floor I could see that someone was thoughtful enough to get the ambulance over there while I was trying to explain things to the incompetent bastard in a security uniform. “What do I do now,” I start to pace around the front of the hotel after trying to get close to accompany the ambulance to wherever my dad had been taken to in vain.“Let’s get my father's right-hand man here,” I decide as I make a run for the parking lot where my dad's car was parked earlier. “Liam right?” I inquire on recalling the driver whom I messed with his intelligence just to be able to get myself into the car trunk and he nods. “What are you doing here ma’am,” he inquires. “My father was gunned down in that hotel so you will have to take me home so that we can get Austin here ….. that way, I will be able to stay with my dad since everyone around knows him but not a single person knows me,” I instruct. “Why don’t we just give hi

/ASHER HARRINGTON’S POV| “It’s bad enough that the prime minister and I finally decided to be seen together in public to finalize a whole lot of things after years of coded communication so that our plans don’t get exposed to the wrong people by using the arranged marriage between the Harringtons’ and the Grayson’s that I have been trying to find a way around because I was not comfortable with getting trapped in an arranged marriage when there are other ways that I can get stuff one, why did I have to walk into the hotel to find Dylan Grayson’s body on the ground when I already made preparations to tighten the security of the hotel in advance?” I ask myself for the umpteenth time. “Can you just stop blaming yourself already?” Malcolm, 3 in one groans from the driver’s seat. “How won't I blame myself?” I question him. “The prime minister lost his life over my carelessness, and it is more than annoying that he got killed right under my nose, and that too when everything that my fat

|ELENA’S POV|The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the space while I struggle to open my eyes and slowly sit up, feeling a mix of regret as a result of my pounding headache, dry mouth, and desperate need for water.I notice the rumpled sheets and the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air as I wrap the duvet around my naked body and I stumble out of bed. I groan and hold my head trying to shake off the remnants of the previous night’s activities as I try to search for an aspirin to help dull the pain with a tinge of uncertainty in me, but it turns out that I didn’t return home yesterday night.I feel a mix of emotions, like excitement, curiosity, and maybe a hint of nervousness as I look around the room, trying to take in the details while trying to piece together the events of the previous night.After realizing that I had thrown myself at a stranger and lost my virginity when I was supposed to be mourning my father just because I was in d

|ELENA’S POV|“How do I navigate my way around a city that I barely know with a frozen bank card, in that skimpy clothing that is all over the news with this face card of mine that is on the decline after I was declared as the prime suspect of my father’s murder case,” I pondered as looked around the room bathed with soft light with a pitcher of water, a chair in the corner, monitor beeping softly, creating a rhythm in the soft room.“At the time that I was brought into this hospital, my face was swollen which was quite distorted from the pretty face that was all over the news, but if I don’t get out of here soon, all my effort at putting my life in danger will be in vain,” I told myself as I carefully removed the iv that was connected to my vein as I got down from the bed and packed up my valuables and the only outfit that I had before I made my way to the door.I opened the door slightly, looked around, and ensured that nobody was watching, and on confirming that the coast was clear