As dawn broke over Ryan's private villa, the serenity of the morning was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of laughter and conversation emanating from the kitchen. Ryan and Alexander, who had reunited late the previous night, were now seated at the breakfast table, deep in discussion and enjoying a hearty meal."Pass the syrup, would you?" Alex asked, a mischievous grin on his face as he reached across the table.Ryan obliged, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You always manage to find your way here, don't you? Even after last night's shenanigans.""Couldn't resist. Besides, I couldn't miss Arina's birthday. Someone's got to keep you on your toes," Alex replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Just then, the door to the kitchen swung open, and Sia walked in, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Alex seated at the table. "Alex! What on earth are you doing here so early?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and delight."Good morning, Sia," Alex greeted warmly, standi
As dawn broke over Ryan's private villa, the serenity of the morning was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of laughter and conversation emanating from the kitchen. Ryan and Alexander, who had reunited late the previous night, were now seated at the breakfast table, deep in discussion and enjoying a hearty meal. "Pass the syrup, would you?" Alex asked, a mischievous grin on his face as he reached across the table. Ryan obliged, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You always manage to find your way here, don't you? Even after last night's shenanigans." "Couldn't resist. Besides, I couldn't miss Arina's birthday. Someone's got to keep you on your toes," Alex replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Just then, the door to the kitchen swung open, and Sia walked in, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Alex seated at the table. "Alex! What on earth are you doing here so early?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and delight. "Good morning, Sia," Alex greeted warm
"Hello, darling," Barton answered the call, his voice warm and unsuspecting, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon. "Listen, Mr. Shaw, I don't want that kind to play with my baby's heart. You need to ask him what he wants from her," Rosella's tone was resolute, leaving no room for misunderstanding as she voiced her concerns for her daughter's well-being. Barton's usual affable demeanor faltered, replaced by a serious tone. "What happened, baby?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern as he braced himself for the unexpected news, his mind already racing with thoughts of how to protect Arina. "Just do what I say, because if she ever cries because of him, I will hold you responsible and I assure you, Mr. Shaw, if he ever dares to hurt her, I'll make sure he regrets it, regardless of his royal status," Rosella's voice boomed with determination, the sharp click of the call ending punctuating her resolve. Taking deep breaths to quell her rising anger, Rosella struggled to regain
"If he tries to touch you and you don't feel comfortable, just tell me," Aaron's voice was tense, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as they drove through the bustling city streets. "I want to avoid meeting him, but I can't deny him. He's the king, Aaron," Arina's voice held a hint of resignation, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. "What if he's the king? We have laws if he does something against the law," Aaron glanced at her, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. "Here, he is the law, Aaron," Arina sighed heavily, her breath fogging up the window as she stared out into the chaotic world beyond. "Come with me to New York. You don't need to stay here," Aaron's voice was pleading, his desperation evident in the tightness of his grip on the wheel. "Relax, bro, I'm fine. If I feel anything wrong, I'll let you know," Arina reassured him with a small smile, her attempt to ease his worries falling short in the face of his deep-seated concerns
As Arina entered the grand office, Ryan's voice greeted her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Hello, Redhead," he said with a familiar tone that was both commanding and inviting. "Hello, My King," Arina replied, her voice trembling slightly as she bowed her head in respect, her eyes avoiding his piercing gaze. "Is your brother with you?" Ryan inquired, his gaze searching hers for any sign of discomfort. Arina nodded hesitantly. "Please don't mind him, he's protective," she explained, attempting to mask her nervousness with a forced smile. "Just because he's your brother's redhead, I don't mind," Ryan replied, his gaze lingering on her as he took in her appearance. Arina felt his intense gaze wash over her, making her acutely aware of her own vulnerability. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the weight of his presence pressing down on her like a heavy burden. Despite her unease, Arina knew she couldn't defy him. He was the king, and she owed him respect, no matter how intimi
"Why didn't you let me in?" Aaron's voice was laced with concern as they made their way back home, the tension palpable in the air between them. "Please, Aaron, not now," Arina pleaded, her temples throbbing with the beginnings of a headache as she rubbed them in a futile attempt to ease the tension that coiled within her. "Did anything happen?" Aaron pressed, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow and the worry lines etched into his face. "He invited me to have dinner with him," Arina confessed, her voice tinged with unease as she spoke the words aloud, the weight of Ryan's invitation heavy on her mind. "What's the issue with having dinner?" Aaron inquired, his confusion evident as he struggled to understand the gravity of the situation. "He asked me to come alone," Arina emphasized, her voice trembling slightly as she focused on the word 'alone', the implications of Ryan's request sinking in with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "You are not going. I will speak with Da
“Charlie, I want everything perfect tonight,” Ryan said, his eyes fixed on his laptop screen as he mentally ran through the evening's plans. “Yes, My King,” Charlie replied, bowing his head respectfully before retreating from the room. “Charlie, you can leave for now but make sure all things should be confidential,” Ryan added, his tone serious as he emphasized the importance of discretion. “As you want, my King,” Charlie nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, before exiting the cabin, leaving Ryan alone with his thoughts. “Redhead, something interesting is waiting for you,” Ryan mused aloud, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he imagined the evening ahead with Arina. Lost in his reverie, Ryan's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone, his expression shifting from anticipation to curiosity as he glanced at the caller ID, revealing his father's name. “Hello,” Ryan greeted, his voice infused with warmth and eagerness as he answered the call.
Rosella's eyes brimmed with concern as she turned to Arina, her voice laced with worry, "What, he asked you to go to dinner with him?" Arina nodded hesitantly, feeling the weight of the decision on her shoulders. "Yes, and he wanted me to come alone," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want to go, baby?" Rosella's voice softened, her gaze fixed on her daughter. Arina bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. "Mom, you don't know rich guys. They just…," she trailed off, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her dress. "Aaron, let her decide," Rosella interjected firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. Barton's arrival interrupted the tense atmosphere, and Rosella wasted no time in bringing him into the conversation. "We need to talk," she said, ushering him inside and closing the door behind them. After Barton's inquiry about the king's intentions, Rosella leaned in, eager for answers. "What did he say?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.