All Chapters of Mine Beloved: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Blackwell Mansion, Linfield - Capital city of Eldoria.The enormous ballroom was alive with the harmonious notes of the string instruments and a grand piano. Nobles of every rank–viscounts, counts, earls, duchesses, dukes, counsellors, mayors, and affluent families—gathered in a dazzling display of colourful attire, their gloves complementing their luxurious outfits.Slaves were allowed, some modestly dressed, but only because the invitations had boldly declared: NO NUDITY. They moved through the crowd, either accompanying their masters or mingling with other slaves. Sarang, however, never thrived in these gatherings. He couldn’t sympathise with the other slaves nor hold his head high amongst nobles.There was one more lesson the upper-class parties taught him.His eyes roamed across the room, landing on Nathaniel, who was surrounded by a gaggle of young nobles–men and women, all laughing and flirting with him. Their fingers brushed against his arm, whispering behind their fans. The d

Sarang stood silently beside Lucian, his gaze fixed on Nathaniel and the princess as they waltzed across the ballroom floor. The fluidity of their movements, the way they seemed perfectly synchronized, struck a chord deep within him. His fist clenched at his side, his face solemn as he watched them, his thoughts distant.“They look good together, don’t they?” King Julius remarked, breaking Sarang from his reverie.King Julius, an alpha in his early forties, had an air of charisma and authority that suited his attractive features. His green eyes–so much like his siblings–twinkled as he cradled a child in his arms, a boy bearing some resemblance to him.“I don’t know. What do you think, Sarang?” Lucian asked, shifting attention towards Sarang.Sarang slowly unclenched his hand, head bowed as he whispered, “They… look good together, Your Majesty.”It was the bitter truth. The princess and Nathaniel were a perfect pair–born from the same cloth and country. In comparison, Sarang was no one

Linfield, the capital of Eldoria, was an enormous city of pristine streets and elegantly dressed citizens who moved about without fear or caution. To visitors, the city appeared devoid of poverty, a model of wealth and order. But the truth was far grimmer. The poor were relegated to slums on the city's outskirts, hidden from the public eye unless they had business beyond their domesThe structure was discriminatory. While all were Eldorians, there was no sense of unity beyond their class. Sarang vividly remembered the first time he had witnessed a public beating of a pickpocketing child from the slums. If not for Sebastian’s intervention, the child would have lost a limb—or worse, his life. That incident had starkly reminded Sarang of his own fortune, because as twisted as it sounded, in some ways, slaves had it easier, provided their masters weren’t malicious.Nathaniel and Sarang wandered into Linfield’s bustling market, the heart of the city. They entered a quaint bookstore, browsi

Sarang stood by a small pond, tossing fish food to the colourful koi that swam eagerly to the surface. As the white cup in his hand emptied, he smiled in satisfaction. The fishpond was one of the most tranquil spots on the Linfield estate.The soft rustle of grass behind him caught his attention. He turned to find Nathan striding toward him, his expression taut with nerves, his fists clenching and unclenching in agitation.“We need to talk.” Nathan said, his voice sharp with urgency.Sarang set the empty cup on the pond’s edge. “Can we not talk here?” He asked, staring at Nathan. and Nathan surveyed their environment. There was no one around but he didn’t get a sense of seclusion in the open space.Nathan scanned the open space. While no one was in sight, it didn’t feel private enough. “No, we cannot. I need to speak to you in private. Come with me.” He said and grabbed his hand, leading him away.They disappeared into the shaded cover of the garden’s dense foliage. Without warning, N