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Deep in the heart of the village, a small gathering of elders sat in a dimly lit chamber within the royal palace. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, and the flickering flames of oil lamps cast eerie shadows across the stone walls.The Oracle, a frail old man draped in ceremonial robes, sat at the head of the room. His voice, though weak with age, carried an undeniable weight of authority.“The time is near,” he said, his milky eyes gazing into the flames before him. “The throne cannot remain empty much longer. If the rightful heir does not return, the spirits of our ancestors will unleash their wrath.”A murmur ran through the elders. They had waited long enough. Alexander Lawson, whether he liked it or not, was destined to be king.One of the chief messengers, a tall, broad-shouldered man named Chief Obiora, stepped forward. “We have already sent word before, but he has ignored us,” he said, frustration evident in his tone.The Oracle’s gaze remained fixed on the fi

Alexander sat in the dimly lit living room of his late brother’s house, his fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey in his hand. The ice clinked softly against the crystal, the sound barely audible over the storm raging in his mind.It had been days since the royal messengers had come looking for him, delivering the Oracle’s warning.One month.That was all the time he had left before he had to return to the palace and take the throne.Or suffer whatever curse awaited him.His chest tightened. He had never believed in the village superstitions, but Richard had—before he died. His brother had always warned him that the throne was not something that could be abandoned. It would come back for him, whether he was ready or not.Now, he was beginning to think Richard had been right all along.He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts, as much as he tried to push them away, kept circling back to one person.Daniela.His jaw clenc

Daniela stood frozen, her heart beating against her ribs as she stared at the man standing in front of her door.Alexander DaneIt had been years since she last saw him—years since that fateful day when Richard’s confession shattered the last pieces of her broken world. The weight of his betrayal, the pain of his silence, and the suffering she endured because of him all came rushing back like a storm.And yet, here he was.She clenched her fists, steadying herself. What was he doing here?Her first instinct was to slam the door in his face, but a sick sense of curiosity held her in place. Had he finally come to apologize? To explain? Or had he come to rip open old wounds that had barely begun to heal?Alexander, on the other hand, was quiet, his sharp gaze drinking in the sight of her. She looked different—stronger. The pain she once carried so openly in her eyes was now buried beneath layers of confidence. But he knew better. He knew the past had left scars.For a long moment, neith

The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of Daniela’s office, casting a golden hue across her desk. She sipped her coffee, her mind still lingering on last night’s dinner with Gabriel. Her fingers absentmindedly brushed over the diamond ring on her finger, and a smile curled on her lips. It was still unbelievable. She was engaged to a man who loved her, cherished her, and treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world.. It was another busy day, filled with meetings, emails, and endless paperwork. But today, there was an unusual feeling gnawing at her a strange weight pressing on her chest, though she couldn’t quite place it.Shaking off the thought, she powered on her computer, ready to dive into her workload. The soft chime of her phone vibrating on the desk caught her attention. She reached for it absentmindedly, expecting it to be a message from Gabriel or a work-related notification.But the moment she saw the sender’s name, her breath caught in her

The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock in Alexander’s dimly lit bedroom. He sat at the edge of his king-sized bed, gripping his phone tightly in his hand. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his face, revealing the storm brewing in his dark eyes. His mind was restless, tormented by the memories of Daniela—her smile, her laughter, the way she used to look at him with trust in her eyes.But now, all of that was gone.She had moved on. With another man.His jaw clenched as he thought about Gabriel. The name alone sent a wave of anger through him. How dare he? How dare Gabriel take what was his? Daniela belonged to him. It had always been him and Daniela—until she walked away.He let out a slow, ragged breath, scrolling through his messages. The last one he had sent her had gone unanswered. His previous calls had been ignored. And earlier that day, when he had gone to see her, she had shut the door in his face without a second though