In the bustling city of Kenner, Mr. Shaw, a man with a checkered past but hopes for a brighter future, embarked on a new chapter of his life. His business venture, born from the ashes of his past mistakes, promised redemption and prosperity.
As Mr. Shaw's car made its way through the city streets, his thoughts were consumed by the meeting that awaited him with the enigmatic King of Kenner. His daughter, a beacon of innocence amidst the shadows of his past, accompanied him on this journey. “King wants to meet now, and I can't deny his order, princess,” Mr. Shaw explained to his daughter, his tone laced with a mixture of respect and apprehension. Her disappointment at missing school was palpable, but Mr. Shaw reassured her with promises of arrangements made with her principal. With a nod of acceptance, she settled into her role as his companion for the day. Arriving at the imposing edifice that housed the king's office, Mr. Shaw and his daughter were greeted by a sight that took their breath away. The grandeur of the surroundings spoke volumes of the power and influence wielded by the ruler of Kenner. “It's so beautiful, dad,” his daughter exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. “Yes, after all, he is king,” Mr. Shaw replied, his voice tinged with respect for the authority that awaited them. As they made their way through security checks and into the elevator, Mr. Shaw offered a gentle reminder to his daughter to comport herself appropriately in the presence of royalty. Inside the conference room, they were met by Charlie, the king's trusted aide, who extended a warm welcome to Mr. Shaw. “Welcome, Mr. Shaw,” Charlie greeted, his demeanor respectful yet professional. Introductions were made, and Mr. Shaw's daughter was acknowledged with courtesy and respect by the king. “Arina,” the king murmured her name, his voice barely above a whisper, as he extended his hand in greeting. But the firmness of his grip left her feeling unsettled, a discomfort that she tried to conceal with a polite smile. Arina's innocence and ethereal beauty seemed to captivate the king, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. Sensing the intensity of his scrutiny, Arina felt a shiver run down her spine, a subtle unease settling in her stomach. “I hope your visit today proves fruitful, Mr. Shaw,” the king spoke, his voice smooth yet commanding, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air. Arina nodded politely, her eyes darting nervously between her father and the king, her innocence shielding her from the complexities of the situation unfolding before her. As she left the room under the pretext of exploring the grandeur of the building, Arina couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the king's lingering gaze etched into her memory. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, a glimmer of curiosity sparked within her, a silent question lingering in her mind about the enigmatic ruler of Kenner. Meanwhile, Mr. Shaw and the king remained engrossed in their discussions, the weight of their words echoing in the hushed confines of the conference room, their encounter setting the stage for a future fraught with intrigue and possibility. In the heart of power and negotiation, Ryan, the newly anointed king of Kenner, confronted Mr. Shaw, his voice resonating with authority as he demanded compliance. “Why do you not want to agree with our terms, Mr. Shaw?” Ryan's tone was firm, his gaze unwavering as he awaited an answer. In response, Mr. Shaw attempted to navigate the delicate dance of diplomacy, his words coated with honeyed assurances of cooperation. “My king, I agree with your terms, but I also seek fair compensation,” Mr. Shaw reasoned, his voice smooth with practiced persuasion. But Ryan's patience wore thin, his frustration bubbling to the surface at what he perceived as greed. “You are getting enough profit, and now you are getting greedy, Mr. Shaw,” Ryan's rebuke was sharp, his eyes flashing with intensity. Yet, Mr. Shaw pressed on, his arguments grounded in the pursuit of opportunity and profit for both parties involved. “My king, it's not true. The potential profits from this contract are immense, and my share is minimal,” Mr. Shaw countered, his voice tinged with urgency. Ryan listened, his expression unreadable as he contemplated Mr. Shaw's words. With a final warning, he made his stance clear, his voice a cold promise of consequence. “I will consider your profit, Mr. Shaw. But know this, any attempt to deceive me will be your last day,” Ryan declared, his posture commanding respect. As Mr. Shaw bowed his head in submission, Ryan departed for his cabin, leaving behind the weight of their exchange.Inside his sanctuary, Ryan found Arina, his unexpected guest, admiring the artwork that adorned his walls. "Do you like it?" Ryan's inquiry was sudden, catching Arina off guard, flooding her senses with a rush of emotions. She bowed her head in a mix of surprise and uncertainty, unsure of how to respond to the king's unexpected attention. "Apologies, king," Arina murmured softly, her voice barely audible as she averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Ryan persisted, his voice gentle yet insistent. "You didn't answer," he urged, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his tone, revealing a side of him that Arina hadn't expected. Slowly, Arina raised her head, her eyes meeting his in a silent exchange of emotions. Her green eyes, flecked with hints of gold, held a depth that intrigued Ryan, drawing him in with their captivating allure. Confusion momentarily clouded her mind until the memory of their shared moment flooded back.
Rosella's voice quivered with concern as she addressed her husband, her eyes darting between him and Arina, searching for reassurance in their shared gaze. "Are you both planning to go anywhere again?" she inquired, her tone a delicate balance of curiosity and apprehension, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her blouse. Mr. Shaw's response was matter-of-fact, his words carrying a sense of routine as he outlined his plans for the day, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the impending tasks ahead. "I'll head to the office after lunch," he replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of exhaustion danced behind his eyes, a testament to the weight of responsibility he bore. Arina interjected softly, her reluctance to leave evident in her demeanor, her shoulders slumping slightly as she contemplated the prospect of another outing. "I'm staying home," she added, her tone gentle but firm, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside the window, lost in thought. A
Ryan's fixation on Arina grew with each passing moment, her image etched into his mind like a vivid painting. Her fiery red hair, contrasting with her snow-white skin, held a mesmerizing allure that captivated him. The green depths of her forest eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, drawing him in with their enigmatic charm. Her petite button nose and luscious lips only added to her allure, painting a picture of beauty that left him spellbound. Lost in thought, Ryan couldn't shake the feeling of intrigue surrounding Arina. Unlike the others who sought his attention, she exuded a sense of independence and mystery that only fueled his desire to unravel her complexities. Her innocence, radiating from her face like a beacon, stirred something deep within him, a longing to protect and possess what he couldn't fully understand. With a smirk, Ryan acknowledged the inevitable encounter that awaited him, the anticipation building like a storm on the horizon. He reveled in the thrill of the chas
"Mom..." Arina hesitantly called out as she entered the house. Rosella was bustling around, her excitement palpable as she arranged the cloth she had bought for Arina's birthday. The scent of freshly cut flowers wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of Rosella's humming. "Baby, come here!" Rosella beckoned eagerly, her joy infectious. Her hands moved with precision as she smoothed out the fabric, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Mom, you know I don't want a big party," Arina murmured softly, her heart heavy at the thought of dampening her mother's spirits. She sank onto the couch, the soft cushions enveloping her as she hugged her knees close. "But it's your eighteenth birthday, sweetheart!" Rosella bubbled with enthusiasm, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "What's so special about that, mom?" Arina sighed, her gaze distant as she stared at the water bottle in her hand. The cool condensation trickled down the plastic, mirroring the uncertainty swirling
"All arrangements done?" Barton asked eagerly, anticipation evident in his voice as he sat at the dinner table with Rosella. The flickering candles cast a soft glow over the room, adding to the atmosphere of excitement. "Yes, everything's set. And her gown looks like a mermaid just emerged from the ocean," Rosella replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she described the preparations. The delicate scent of freshly cut flowers filled the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of the meal cooking in the kitchen. "Good, the king is coming. It's an excellent sign for us," Barton remarked, his tone filled with hope and ambition. He leaned forward, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Don't be greedy, Barton. We have enough to live our lives peacefully," Rosella cautioned him, her eyes flashing with a warning glare. She placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle yet firm. "No, baby, I'm not being greedy. Being connected to the king is a good thing, that's all," Barton tried to re
"Finally, you are here, little brother!" Arina exclaimed, glancing at her younger brother, who appeared more muscular than usual. He was an eighteen-year-old young man dressed casually who appeared attractive and intelligent. The black hoodie complements his appearance. Arina's eyes lit up as her younger brother, who was much taller than her, hugged her. "According to looks, sis, you are my little sister," Aaron teased, a mischievous grin on his lips as he ruffled her hair, smiling from ear to ear. Aaron was a ray of hope for Arina after her parents passed away. He helped her overcome her grief. "Aaron," Arina groaned, swiping his hand away with a playful scowl. The smile on Arina's face adoring her beauty. She was relieved Aaron had returned home, and she would have her brother to protect her from her mother's insistence on having a boyfriend. "Okay, okay, sorry, sis," he admitted, pulling her into a warm bear hug, his affection for her clear in his actions. Arina was the most vul
“Charlie I want everything perfect tonight,” Ryan said looking laptop. “Yes, My King” Charlie said bowing his head. “Charlie you can leave for now but make sure all things should be confidential,” He said in a serious tone. “As you want my King” Charlie nodded and left his cabin. “Redhead, Something interesting is waiting for you” He smirked. Ryan was in his imagination with Arena, but his cell phone rang breaking his thoughts. “Hello,”, Ryan asked happily looking at his father's name in call. “Ryan Now you are CEO of Wolf empire and King of our kingdom” Richard Was serious. His voice was indicating something is not under control. “Yes Father, What happened,” He asked. “Elders want good profit from the mining business Ryan, and it needs your attention. So, I just want to again remind you of your responsibility toward our company and kingdom Son.” Richard said. “Yes, Father, I will prove myself soon. I just want to tell you we have already earned good profit from the mining bu
“Hmm It's so yummy” Arina moaned licking her lips. “Your father was right” He chuckled. “Huh” She was confused. “I had asked your father about your likes and dislike after I gave the list to the chef for tonight's dinner,” He said, sitting beside her. “Master, you didn't need to…” She said, licking her Vanilla ice cream with tutti fruity. She was feeling comfortable around Ryan. Spending a good time with him, she didn't feel nervous and intimidate by him anymore. She was happy that her decision to come and have dinner with him was right.“But I wanted to know about you, Redhead,” He said, wiping extra ice cream from the corner of her mouth with his fingers. Electricity runs down just his mere touch. “Master I want to know why did you paint my picture,” She asked looking at him. Ryan was happy that she didn't feel nervous like before when she came here a few hours ago. He was looking at her pink lips. “I want you” He licked his finger looking at her. Her breath hitched as she l