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. "Yes... It's beautiful," she finally whispered, her voice filled with sincerity as she acknowledged the beauty of the artwork around them. But beneath her polite response, Arina couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The king's intense gaze and his unexpectedly intimate questions left her feeling vulnerable, a sensation she couldn't quite shake off. His presence seemed to emit an aura of intimidation, making her nervous in his presence. Before they could dwell on the moment any longer, a sudden knock on the cabin door shattered the intimacy, pulling them back to reality. "Miss, your father is asking for you," Charlie's voice broke through the silence, his presence a reminder of the world beyond their secluded space. Seeking permission, Arina turned to Ryan, her eyes pleading for understanding amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within her. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her delicate features in a soft halo, adding to her ethereal beauty. "You can go for now, Arina, but..." Ryan's voice trailed off, leaving a lingering promise hanging in the air, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her depart. As Arina left, the tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a sense of anticipation for what the future held. Ryan's gaze lingered on her retreating figure, his thoughts consumed by her presence, stirring a possessiveness within him that he couldn't ignore. Once alone, Ryan turned to Charlie, his voice filled with gratitude and warmth. "This month, you are going to get a bonus, Charlie," he declared, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, a gesture of appreciation for his loyal assistant. But his mind remained fixated on Arina, her image etched in his mind, igniting a fire within him that refused to be extinguished. ******** As the car engine hummed softly, Arina turned to her father, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "How was your meeting?" she inquired, her voice tinged with anticipation, eager to hear about her father's endeavors. "It went well, my dear. Just keep praying, princess. Once I secure that deal, our lives will find their way back," Mr. Shaw responded, his voice carrying a mix of determination and reassurance, instilling hope in his daughter's heart. Nodding solemnly, Arina promised, "I will pray for you, dad," her gaze drifting beyond the window to the imposing silhouette of King Empire, her mind wandering to the enigmatic figure of the king. Her thoughts couldn't help but voice their concerns. "Do you think the king seemed a bit strange?" she questioned, her brow furrowing with uncertainty, her intuition sensing something amiss. Her father's response was firm yet cautious. "Princess, never speak ill of the king. Regardless of his eccentricities, we must always show him respect," he advised, his words carrying the weight of authority, urging his daughter to tread carefully in matters concerning the king. Arina's response was a quiet murmur of acknowledgment, her thoughts lingering on the mysterious aura surrounding the king, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. Sensing the need to change the subject, Mr. Shaw gently redirected the conversation. "Princess, your birthday is approaching. What would you like this year?" he inquired, his gaze momentarily drifting to the figure of his daughter, while also noting the king's subtle observation of her, his parental instincts ever vigilant. With hopeful eyes, Arina expressed her deepest desire. "I want Aaron to come live with us," she declared, her voice filled with longing, yearning for the presence of her beloved brother by her side. Her father's response was gentle yet firm. "Sweetheart, you know he must remain at the hostel. He's chosen his path, just like you have. I cannot interfere," he explained, his tone laced with empathy, understanding the ache in his daughter's heart. Disappointed but undeterred, Arina pouted softly. "I understand, but I wish he could be here with me," she admitted, her eyes betraying her longing for her brother's presence, a bond that transcended distance and time. Offering a compromise, her father suggested, "You can visit him in New York," to which Arina nodded in reluctant acceptance, finding solace in the prospect of reuniting with her brother, even if only for a brief moment. As they approached their destination, Mr. Shaw proposed, "Let's have our lunch at home today," eager to cherish the moments spent with his daughter, their bond unyielding amidst life's complexities, a beacon of love and support guiding them through the trials that lay ahead. And with a nod of agreement, they continued their journey home, their hearts entwined in a bond that nothing could break.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
“How's my baby” Rosella asked looking at Arina. “Good mom,” She said with a yawn. “You are looking thin,” Rosella said with concern.**“No, I am good,” She said laying on the bed. “Do you enroll yourself?” Rosella asked. Yes, Aaron has done with payment too,” She said. “When you will join,” Rosella asked. “Tomorrow mom,” She said with closed eyes. “Did you buy a new dress?” She asked. “I have enough” she rolled onto the bed. “Why are you rolling,” Rosella asked. “Because I can't roll my eyes with my closed eyes” She giggled. “My baby” Rosella smiled looking at her sleeping face. “I will call you tomorrow, mom, Good night,” She said cutting the call. It has been three months since Alina stayed with Arron and his girlfriend Lisa. Her last encounter with Ryan gave her a chill, His eyes with determination to make her his still haunted her in sleep. Ryan didn't contact her for the last three months. She was happy that he didn't bother her anymore, meanwhile in Kenner Ryan didn