Chapter 187.There was something about today that didn’t feel well.Drystan sat at the front of the car, face buried against his steering wheel.The conversation from yesterday had affected his entire mood. The way he felt, thought, and slept.Drystan let out an exhale, heart racing against his chest.He needed his woman. He needed her small arms to wrap around his body while he buried his face against her neck.It was 6 a.m. already and Drystan could not be any more impatient.The bed had been so empty last night, every moment without her felt like a death sentence and he had tossed all over the bed, unable to bring himself to sleep.Seconds slipped and he watched his phone, unable to place a call through to her for the fear that she would get worried and distracted from work.Rubbing his hands against his eyes, he turned on the engine and zoomed out of the compound with three more cars zooming behind him.The morning air rushed past his window, but it couldn’t cool the heat crawling
Chapter 186. The room fell silent, the weight of Drystan’s words hanging thick like smoke in the stale air. His uncle’s eyes darkened, pupils shrinking into hard pinpoints as his lips parted slowly. His brows knit tightly in a web of anger and confusion as if he were swallowing fire.“Abdicate?” The word seemed to claw its way out from deep inside him, venomous and raw. It echoed through the quiet room, striking sharp against the walls.His brows pulled together again, each creases a testament to the storm raging inside. “Merikh! Are you mad? Have you suddenly gone nut!”The words landed heavy, like stones thrown into a still pond, disrupting the calm with their brutal force.“You are going to have to choose your words wisely!” Drystan said to his uncle—voice grew low, each syllable dripping with a warning.“Wisely?” His uncle's voice cut through the tension, sharp and fierce. “Your dumb self is going to abdicate for a woman and you want me to pick my words wisely?” “She is not just
Chapter 185.It’s been three hours since Drystan arrived at Royal Crest Hospital. And for these three hours, his heart had been thumping hard against his chest.The silence of the hallway only made it worse. The walls were pale, cold, clinical—mocking. Every ticking second crawled by, digging deeper into the restlessness in his chest. His jaw had clenched so tightly, it ached now.He barely knew what it was he was feeling. Anger, rage, fear?Fear? No! He had never been scared of losing anyone. Just his woman. Just Rosealba.She was different. Different from every other person in this multiple-personality life to his.His thoughts kept dragging him back to her. Rosealba, her warmth, her voice—the only calm in his storm. His only break from the chaos that had always followed him like a shadow. And now, in the dead of this sterile hospital air, she was the one keeping him from snapping. The memory of her face held his fists from breaking something.His fingers moved against his forehead,
Chapter 184. The moment Rosealba arrived at Emilia’s home, her eyes moved around slowly, taking in the charm of the space. The house stood calm, gentle in its welcome. Pale beige walls hugged the quiet, and tall windows let in a soft spill of evening light. A few green plants rested in clay pots by the corners, and a scented candle flickered faintly on a narrow console. The whole place felt peaceful—lived-in, yet elegant.Emilia smiled warmly as she stepped aside and held the door open.“Come in,” she said gently.Rosealba stepped forward, and they both made their way into the living room.“Welcome to my home,” Emilia added, her voice soft.Rosealba smiled back at her.“It’s a beautiful space you have right here.”“Thank you,” Emilia mumbled, brushing her hair behind her ear.Rosealba’s gaze wandered for a moment, taking in the cream-colored furniture and soft lighting. Then she sank into one of the couches, her body relaxing into the plush cushions. It was the kind of couch that hel
Chapter 184.Rosealba’s cheeks stretched the moment she saw Emily.“Emily,” she beckoned, her smile growing wider.Lina’s eyes followed Rosealba’s gaze, landing on Emilia, who was now wearing a soft smile on her face.She walked over, stopping at the table, right next to Lina—whose chest was clamping tight at the sight of Rosealba smiling so freely with Emilia.For the longest time, Lina had known Rosealba to be the enclosed, uptight one. Guarded. Private. But seeing her open like this—so easily, so warmly—with Emilia struck a quiet, invisible dagger into her chest.“Lina…” Rosealba’s sharp voice pierced through her head, snapping her back to reality.She blinked, dragging her gaze to the very much oblivious Rosealba.“Lina, meet my editor, Emily. But I call her Emily,” she said with a fond smile. “She’s been such a sweet person.”Sweet?Rosealba addressed someone else as sweet?Lina’s heart clenched.Her Rosealba was never this open to people. Not even close. It had always just been
Chapter 182.The wedding preparation has been going on smoothly. If anything, happiness has suddenly become the order of every passing day.The hall has been booked, and every single day, Rosealba went to bed with an image of how beautiful she would look walking down the aisle to meet her husband.Oh Drystan. The love of her life. The one whose existence has lightened up her life in ways she could never have imagined.Seated behind her desk, Rosealba’s face was a mask of excitement. Nothing could beat this moment for her. In five days, she would be a bride and a legally wedded wife.It sounded like a dream—how drastic her thoughts, desires, and ideology had changed. A year back—moments without Drystan in her life—she had never seen relationships as anything that could lead her to marriage. And for the longest time, she had long since accepted her fate, that perhaps an arranged marriage would be her marriage source, because love indeed doesn’t exist out here. But he came. He came and h