LOGIN"Alyssa, you can't just walk out after the damage you caused," Conner said.
Alyssa smirked. "Weren't you the one who was chasing me away? And as you can see, I have moved on," she said, beckoning to the man beside her. "You are kidding. You cannot expect me to believe that you got married and patched up your life in a single year." Conner stepped forward, his eyes dimmed when he stared at Alyssa. There was no way she could move on that fast. Did she not say she loved him? Alyssa frowned. She remembered calling this man her boyfriend. Why was Conner talking about marriage? "That is none of your business, Conner." She pulled off the diamond ring on her finger. "Ta-da! We are now engaged. I am getting married to him and that is my decision, so stay out of it." Alyssa placed the ring on her hired boyfriend's finger. Meanwhile, Harrison looked at the woman who had dragged him into this drama, and he gazed down at the ring. What was she thinking? She mentioned pretending, but she never spoke about marriage! He wanted to say something, but from the way she spoke, this moment deeply mattered to her. Harrison's eyes moved to Conner. He had seen the displayed video. This Alyssa lady had bad taste in men. Conner felt a pang in his heart, but he could only watch as Alyssa walked away. Why did her back feel so unreachable now? Seeing the interaction made Clara burn with jealousy. "Conner, my darling, she doesn't deserve you. I am here," she said with a sultry voice, causing the man to turn to her. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. Conner picked up his device, and when he saw the caller, his face paled. It was his grandfather. By then, Alyssa had walked out of the building, and she pulled the waiter with her. A tear fell down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped it. This was what she had planned for a year. Despite the pain and anger she felt, she would suck back her tears. The past year had been filled with so much trouble, but the journey had strengthened her. Then a voice broke her reverie. "Your ring." Alyssa turned back to see the waiter handing over the ring. "Even you don't want to marry me." She chuckled with a sardonic smile. The man raised his head. "I don't think you want to get involved with me either." His deep blue eyes seemed to stare into her soul. Since when were handsome men recruited to be waiters? Alyssa paused, then she tilted her head. "You don't believe in love at first sight," she said, wondering why she was so confident in flirting with a stranger. It had to be the wine. "I do not believe in love," the man shot back. He pulled out the dollar notes she had given him. "I do not need this either." Then he turned to leave. "Wait. You can't leave." Alyssa panicked. She had just played a big card inside that building by announcing her wedding to him. Why did she not think straight? She blamed her raging emotional impulse. The man raised his brow. "I am not interested in getting involved in your drama. I was merely bored today." "What if I make you fall in love?" Alyssa blurted out. Her mind was constantly racing. If Conner found out she was lying, he would make her life worse. "I do not need love at the moment—" The man paused his words before raising his vibrating phone to his ear. Alyssa could only watch in silence while she admired his facial details. This man was beyond handsome. Was this what books meant when they described the male leads as Greek gods? His jawline was defined, and the dimples in his cheek were an added bonus. His voice had a deep, rich feel, and it made her swallow. It seemed like he was not pleased with whoever was on the other side of the phone with the way he pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking her gaze down, she realised his clothes were tailored to his fit. This was definitely not a waiter. "You can take a picture, it would last better." The man's voice brought her back. "I— I can make you believe in love, and I really need this wedding." Alyssa uttered. She was already out of options. At first, the man took a good look at her, his eyes eating her up. "Since you want to get married so badly, I would humour you. Make me believe in love in thirty days or..." Alyssa didn't think he would actually accept at all, so she interrupted him. "If I do not, I will do whatever you want after the bet." He slowly shook his head. "You are making a big mistake, lady." He chuckled. It was a deep, dark chuckle. Just then, a limousine pulled up in front of them and a man stepped out. "Master Harrison. We have been looking everywhere for you." The elderly man took a quick bow before speaking with deep concern. "It is fine, Alfred. Mother sent me here to honour her friend, Jamie Winters. I don't think I will be coming back." Alyssa froze. She couldn't believe her eyes. Isn't that a limousine? "You own this vehicle? What kind of waiter are you?" She asked. Her entire world tilted to the side. Maybe she needed to get a job as a waiter too, if they were paid this richly. Alfred perked up. This was the first time in years since he had caught the master alone with a woman. He did not think Harrison would take his mother's orders seriously and actually find a wife. "He is Harrison Alexander, of course he would be afford a limousine." Harrison sighed. "Alfred, please tell mother I am fine. This is my new wife, so please take us to the court. We both have a contract to sign." Alyssa swallowed hard. Harrison Alexander? Wasn't that the name of the famous and first Billionaire in the country? But that man was named Harrison Alexander the Fifth and the annoying thing was there were no online pictures of him, so she didn't know what to believe. But if they were the same person, she had just gone from the pan and into the fire. This man could order her downfall because of everything she did today. It was better to be safe than sorry. "I am sorry. I did not know who you were. Whatever I said, I take it back. I apologise for troubling you and wasting your time." She bowed down her head and instantly turned to leave. But a strong grip held her hand. "The only place you would be going would be the court. I want to see you fulfil your little promise."Abby stared at the boy standing in front of her, her mouth hanging open. There was no way her first crush was her bully's brother. The school courtyard suddenly felt much louder than it had moments ago. The chatter around them blurred into background noise as Abby tried to process what she had just heard. She blinked back her shock, trying to collect herself. She cleared her throat and spoke, her voice coming out in a croak. “Beatrice is your sister?” The boy winced, his little grimace making Abby blush. “Yes…” Harry glared at him, sizing him up as he wrapped his arm around Abby's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. His protective gesture made Abby shift awkwardly beneath his arm, but Harry did not seem interested in giving the boy any space. The three stood there, staring at each other, with nothing to say. “Look, I'm sorry, okay?” The boy spoke up. “Beatrice can be like that at times. I'll talk to her.” Abby shifted under her brother's weight, adjusting her bag strap
Fifteen Years Later. Morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows of the mansion, spilling golden light across the polished floors and expensive furniture. The house, once filled with the tense silence of uncertainty and fear, had changed completely over the years. There was laughter now. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway, followed by the unmistakable voice of a mother who had already lost most of her patience before breakfast. “You're going to miss your first day!" Alyssa yelled from downstairs. "And going to make me late for work!” "I know!” Abby yelled back from her room. She stood in front of her mirror, straightening her hair with a straightening iron. She carefully pulled another section of her long hair between the heated plates, watching her reflection closely as the strands fell smoothly over her shoulders. Today was important. It was not just another school day. It was her first day at a completely new school, and Abby had spent almost
Days passed. Alyssa didn't hear anything from the Royal Family, but something told her that was more of a bad omen than a sign of relief. The silence was almost too peaceful, and she had learned by now that whenever powerful people stopped making noise, it usually meant they were planning something somewhere behind closed doors. Still, she tried not to think about it. There was too much to do. Boxes had been scattered throughout the mansion, their belongings carefully sorted into what they needed immediately and what could be left behind, while Harrison moved from one room to another, checking their luggage and making sure nothing important was forgotten. “Are you taking these?” Harrison asked, raising her favorite mugs in the air. “Of course. What would I do without my coffee?” She said lightly, as she stacked one of the many boxes they'd be taking with them. Harrison laughed quietly before placing the mugs into another box. She had left the Cambridges' mansion days ago, and
Julian's words hung in the air for a minute, the silence deafening.No one was sure if they had heard right as they stared at him in shock.The amount of money he had offered was already difficult enough to process, but the condition attached to it was what truly frightened them.Leave the country.Leave her life behind.Disappear before the Royal Family decided to take matters into their own hands.Alyssa dropped the paper on the table between them, shaking her head lightly.“I can't take this. I'm not going anywhere," she said, defiant.Her voice was firm, but the slight tremble in her fingers betrayed how shaken she really was.“Alyssa, listen to me—” Julian said, his voice lowering.“No! You want me to leave my life behind just because your parents can't stop being greedy! I'm not doing that!"Her frustration finally exploded, the words leaving her mouth faster than she could control them.Her breathing became laboured and heavy, her face contorted with rage."I'm tired of reducin
Alyssa's voice was firm despite the slight tremble she felt in her hands.The man scoffed.“That would be unwise,” he said. “The Royal Family would take action against you if you refuse. That's why they sent us… to warn you.”Alyssa was baffled.For a moment, she wondered if she had heard him correctly.They were threatening her.In her own home.She whipped her head to Harrison, who only held her tightly as his jaw clenched.His silence told her that he was equally furious.Alyssa looked to her parents for help, but they remained quiet.That silence hurt more than she expected.Anger surged her veins as she shot herself to her feet.“Why are you guys not saying anything?! They're threatening me and you're just quiet!"“Honey—" Addison began to talk, but was cut short by the front door opening.The sound immediately drew everyone's attention.A familiar person waltzed into the living room, posture straight and his eyes burning into Alyssa's.“Julian…” she said, breathless. “What are y
The next morning, the mansion was unusually quiet. After Micheal's outburst the previous day, the other workers had started walking around on eggshells. Alyssa, still in her robe, moved groggily to the front of her vanity mirror. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her eyes had faint dark circles underneath. She sighed to herself, running her hands lazily through her hair. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the contract the Royal Family sent. But what made her heart hurt more was the look on her parents' faces when they admitted they had been tempted by the Royal Family's conditions. She knew they had rejected it, Micheal had made that clear. But knowing they considered it in the first place stung her. She moved to the bathroom to wash herself and eventually went downstairs to the living room. Harrison approached her with a wide smile on his face as he handed over a glass of water to her. Alyssa smiled back. “Thank you.” She took a







