Chapter: ❄️❄️ Taming his cold heart❄️❄️🎀CHAPTER EIGHTEEN🎀 Nil froze. He didn’t say a word at first. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice steady but careful. “Your Majesty… I don’t feel that way about her,” he said. “I’m… just worried, that’s all.” King Edric gave a slow nod, eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was already tired of talking. “Right,” he said, his tone flat, almost dismissive. “Do whatever you want. Let’s see how far you can go…" The king turned and walked away, his cloak swishing behind him. Nil remained where he stood, shoulders squared, eyes following the king for a long moment before finally turning and walking off himself. ************************* The carriage finally came to a stop at Asher’s palace. Zayla peered out through the small window, eyes wide. The palace… wow. She had fully woken by now, blinking as reality settled. How had she dozed off like that? She felt a little foolish. The doors opened, and she was gently ushered out. Her gaze followed Lord Asher, already striding
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Chapter: ❄️❄️Taming his cold heart❄️❄️🎀 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN🎀 HARROW PALACE “Your Majesty?” Minister William stood before the throne, hands folded, waiting. King Edric didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed ahead, unfocused, his thoughts clearly somewhere else. “Your Majesty?” William tried again. Still nothing. “Your Majesty.” Edric blinked, finally pulled back to the room. “Hm? What were you saying?” William cleared his throat. “I was asking whether we should send soldiers to retrieve the princess.” If only this man knew. That he had given his daughter away. She wasn’t kidnapped. “There’s no need for that,” the king said firmly. The doors opened, and a guard stepped in. “The crown prince is here, Your Majesty.” Edric straightened at once. “Let him in.” Nil entered the throne room and bowed. Minister William excused himself quickly, and the guard followed him out, leaving both of them alone. “You shouldn’t have sent your soldiers yesterday,” Edric said, his voice sharp. “You caused unnecessary
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Chapter: ❄️❄️ Taming his cold heart❄️❄️🎀CHAPTER SIXTEEN🎀 Nil let out a slow breath and rubbed a hand over his forehead. “This is getting complicated,” he muttered. He straightened and looked at Orion. “I’ll figure it out later. For now, prepare my horse.” Orion bowed once. “As you wish, Your Highness.” Then he turned and left the chamber quietly. Nil leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment. “So troublesome” he sighed under his breath. Then, softer, almost to himself, he said, “Hold on, Zayla. I’m coming.” A knock sounded at the door. Before he could respond, it opened. Sera stepped inside, holding a tray with a teapot and a single cup. Steam curled faintly into the air. “I brought you tea, Your Highness,” she said gently. “At least… you’ll accept this one.” Nil glanced at the tray, then at her. He sighed again, this time less tense. “Fine,” he said, reaching out. “I’ll take it. Thank you.” Sera gave a small smile and set the tray down carefully. She left quietly, clos
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Chapter: 🎀 Author's note🎀 If you’ve read chapters 1 to 15, first, thank you. I mean it. Thank you for taking the time to step into this world, for following Zayla through everything she’s faced so far, and for spending time with characters I’ve grown so attached to. It means a lot to me that you’ve allowed yourself to live in this story, even for just a little while. You’ve seen Zayla in all sorts of situations—confused, scared, frustrated, and stubborn as ever. You’ve seen her fight, survive, and push herself forward, even when the odds are stacked against her. You’ve met Asher—intense, dangerous, golden-eyed, and impossible to ignore. You’ve gotten glimpses of the bigger world, too: the kingdoms, the rules, the secrets, and the power struggles that shape everything around them. And I hope you’ve felt the tension, the risk, and the thrill that comes with every choice these characters make. Reading this far means you’re already part of the story. You understand the stakes, the danger, and the connections
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Chapter: ❄️❄️Taming his cold heart❄️❄️🎀 CHAPTER FIFTEEN🎀 The boat scraped softly against the shore, nearly on dry land. The eagle suddenly spread its wings. With one powerful flap, it lifted into the air and disappeared into the sky. Zayla watched it go, her brows knitting together. She turned her gaze forward. Men stood ahead—armed, alert. Beside them were carriages, dark and imposing against the pale ground. When the boat finally settled on dry land, Zayla didn’t move. She stayed seated, fingers gripping the edge of the boat. One of the men stepped forward and offered his hand. She flinched back sharply. “Who are you?” she blurted out, panic rising. “Are you here to kidnap me? My husband-to-be is Lord Asher. Do you still want to harm his wife?” The men behind him exchanged glances but said nothing. The man in front withdrew his hand slowly. “I am General Vaelor,” he said calmly. “We are here to escort Lord Asher.” He paused, then added, “After his lordship sent word last night, we departed im
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Chapter: ❄️❄️ Taming his cold heart❄️❄️🎀CHAPTER FOURTEEN🎀 The next morning. Vatrish Palace. Prince Nil’s eyes flickered open, heavy and sluggish. The first thing he saw was Sera’s worried face hovering over him, a small towel poised in her hand, frozen mid-air. He tried to sit up. “Easy, Your Highness,” she said gently, helping him upright. Her touch was careful, steady. “You’re awake.” A small, relieved smile tugged at her lips. “I’ll go inform everyone.” She let the towel drop into the basin and left the room, the soft click of the door marking her departure. ********************************* Queen Selith came rushing in, even his elder sister by her side, the King was still tied up in a meeting. Everyone’s worry was written on their faces. When Queen Selith pushed the door open… the bed was empty. “Where in the world has he gone?!” she snapped, panic lacing her voice. Sera peeked around the door, squinting. Meanwhile, Nil had slipped out to check on his soldiers. He leaned casually again
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THE BLIND BILLIONAIRE LITTLE STRAY
Imagine getting fired on your second day at work— not because you stole something,or because you showed up late— but because you accidentally spilled coffee on a billionaire.
That was the case of Ayla Leighton.
Two days into the job she desperately needed, all because she was trying to raise money for her mother’s treatment. Her mother’s heart problems were getting worse, and Ayla was running out of time, money, and luck.
Then it happened.
She spilled hot coffee on the blind, cold billionaire.
And he made sure she got sacked.
Just like that, the tiny thread she was holding on to snapped. With her mother’s medical bills piling up, her rent long expired, her pockets empty, and unemployment staring her in the face, everything came crashing down on her at once.
And when she thought things couldn’t get worse, the loan sharks she had borrowed money from started pressing hard— deep on her neck, demanding every penny.
Turns out, they worked for the same billionaire she spilled coffee on, and the same man she had no idea she would ever collide with again.
Xavier Cole.
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Chapter: The weight of decisionsThat evening, Xavier sat in his study. The man he had been speaking to on the phone stood a short distance away, hands clasped behind his back. In front of the desk stood three women—quiet, tense. These were the candidates for the personal assistant position. The one who would assist him everywhere he went. Xavier wore his sunglasses. Yes. He couldn’t see them. Silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable. After a long moment, he turned his head slightly, his voice calm. “Why don’t you choose for me, Mr. Josh.” Josh straightened at once. “Of course, sir.” The three women stiffened, each holding her breath. Mr. Josh looked at the three women, confusion written across his face. Then he turned to Xavier, who was tapping a single finger against the arm of his chair, slow. “Sir… why don’t you try them all?” Josh suggested cautiously. “See… feel who you want?” Xavier went quiet, silent long enough for the room to feel smaller, heavier. Then he stood. The first woma
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Chapter: The unexpected guest The corridors of Saint Veridian Medical Center smelled sharply of antiseptic. Dr. Halden moved from room to room, clipboard in hand, checking on patients and noting details. He spoke quietly to a guardian in the pediatric ward, offering reassurance as the child slept. Nurses passed by, whispering softly, keeping the routine moving.When he stepped out of the last room, a nurse approached, looking nervous.“Doctor Halden… someone is waiting for you in your office,” she said.Halden frowned but didn’t hesitate. “Thank you. I’ll see them now.”He walked down the hall, his shoes tapping on the polished floor, and unlocked his office door. Inside, a man stood with his back to him, staring at a photograph on the wall. Simon.Simon turned slowly, a small smirk on his face. “She’s… pretty,” he said casually, nodding toward the picture.Halden’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t you say tonight?”Simon chuckled. “I was passing by,” he said smoothly. “Thought I’d drop in and say hello.”He moved further
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Chapter: Borrowed hope The black car rolled into the lot in front of ColeTech, slowing smoothly before coming to a stop. The engine settled into a low hum before going quiet.Xavier remained seated in the back.His fingers tapped once against the leather armrest, slow and deliberate. He didn’t move when the door opened.Outside, Greg—his business assistant—had already stepped out of the car. The driver stayed where he was, eyes forward.Xavier’s phone buzzed in his hand.He answered without hesitation. “Yes?”The voice on the other end was efficient, slightly hurried. “Sir, I’ve shortlisted three candidates for the personal assistant position.”Xavier tilted his head just a fraction. “Bring them to my estate tonight.”A pause. Then, “Understood, sir.”The call ended.Xavier set the phone aside and leaned back, hands folding neatly in his lap. Greg opened the door wider.“Sir,” Greg said quietly.Xavier stepped out.The moment he did, nearby staff paused in their movements. Conversations lowered. A few head
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Chapter: One thing at a time. Ayla gave a small, hesitant smile. “Oh… Mr. Andrew.”He didn’t return the warmth. Instead, his grin widened, sharp and mischievous. “About the money,” he said, tilting his head slightly, the movement casual but threatening. “Today’s the deadline. You do know that, right?”Ayla’s stomach twisted. “Honestly… I forgot,” she murmured, her voice barely steady.“That’s not my problem,” he said, his tone flat. “Do you have the money or not?”She shook her head, her words rushed. “No… my mother—she’s in critical condition. I spent everything I had on her care.”Mr. Andrew’s eyes flashed, and he flared suddenly, the grin twisting into something sharper, crueler. “Look,” he barked, stepping closer. “My boss isn’t exactly forgiving, and if I can’t collect, I’ll be the one paying the price. I took pity and lent you that money… and now you can’t pay me back?”Ayla froze. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. Didn’t he hear her? Couldn’t he see her situation?He didn’t give her the cha
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Chapter: What the morning brought The steady beep of the machine pulled Ayla out of a shallow, restless sleep.She stirred, her neck stiff, her cheek pressed awkwardly against the edge of the bed. For a moment she didn’t move, just listened—to the machine, to the quiet hum of the hospital, to the fragile rhythm of her mother still being here.Slowly, she stood and walked to the window. She drew the curtain aside and pushed it open a little. Cool morning air brushed against her face, carrying the faint sounds of the city waking up—distant cars, muted voices, life continuing outside these walls. She closed her eyes briefly, breathing it in, as if it might steady her.She turned back to the bed and yawned, stretching until her back ached. Her eyes burned from crying, from not sleeping, from pretending she was strong when she wasn’t.o She looked down at her mother. Pale. Too still. She reached out and carefully adjusted the blanket, smoothing it like she had done a thousand times before.“Good morning, Mom,” she whispere
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Chapter: Old ties, sharp teeth Clarissa settled back into the seat beside Xavier, crossing one leg over the other. She angled her body toward him, clearly determined not to be dismissed so easily.“So, Mr. Xavier Cole,” she said lightly, swirling the drink she’d collected earlier. "you’re single, right?”Xavier exhaled through his nose, a slow, restrained sigh. His fingers moved to his jacket pocket, fumbling briefly before finding his phone. His expression remained closed, patience thinning.“Do you want to call someone?” Clarissa offered, leaning in a little. “I can help you.”He didn’t respond. His thumb moved with practiced precision as he unlocked the screen, navigating by memory alone. Clarissa watched, brows lifting despite herself.“You seem to know your way around a phone,” she remarked.Xavier let out a quiet scoff. “I’m blind,” he said coolly, “not incompetent.”The words landed flat, sharp enough to end the conversation. He selected a contact, the one at the top without hesitation and lifted the phone t
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