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Luther nodded and waved his hand. Mr. Handal then turned towards Gianna and flashed a charming grin."Good day, my lady," he bowed. "Rumours have it that you are the one who prepared all this. I have to say so for myself, that you are incredibly talented.""Thank you, my Lord." Gianna curtsied. "Forgive my boldness, but may I ask who you are?"Gianna glanced at Luther, and when she saw he made no reaction, she answered."I am Gianna, personal servant to the supreme lord.""Oh," Mr. Handal said, looking intrigued. "That's good then."He turned to face his Majesty. "My Lord, if you are willing, I have a son that is ripe for marriage. I would love it if you can allow them to meet. Who knows if perhaps, something comes out of it."Gianna's eyes widened and she quickly looked towards Luther, nervously twiddling her fingers. The man wants her to get married to his son? Why would he? She was sure most of the elite saw her as the king's slut. Why does he suddenly have an interest in her?Whil
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF RAPE AND ASSAULT. Gianna sat and watched the dance till she grew bored. Several members of the elite class had made a bold step and asked her for a dance. She was flattered but remembered the order lord Luther had given her against going out with someone she didn’t know. She wished she could join the dance though, but then again, she also knew that she was lucky to even be able to attend it. After a while, people slowly began to make their way out of the ball. It was close to daybreak, and it was about time for people to start leaving for their houses. One by one they came to see her, thanking her for Co-hosting such a wonderful ball, and asking her to send their greetings to the supreme lord. Gianna felt honored for the way they treated her, but she could feel the fear that lined their treatment. After banishing Mr. Handal and his family, the others would be stupid to try and make any form of slight remark against her. Finally, when
PART THREE800 years later... Presently... Gwendolyn hummed to the lyrics of the songs she had just finished creating. She was to present it to her boss once she reached the office. "Hey, Gwen?" "Yes, mum?" She stopped what she was doing to take a look at her mother. Her mother had just finished bathing and had put on a red silk robe as she let out her ebony waist-length hair to air dry. She walked into the side kitchen and seconds later, sounds of ceramics bowls could be heard. "How is your songwriting going?" She asked from the kitchen. Gwendolyn dropped the notebook she was with on the couch she was currently slouching on and sat up, looking towards where her mother was. "It's okay mum. We have a new singer over at the studio and I was asked to write a song for his first performance. He has the voice but isn't much of a writer." She picked up the book again, opened it, and started humming to the songs she had written. "I just remembered. Another person got fired yesterday."
The work hours were finally over. Gwendolyn left her office and headed straight for her house. She planned on dressing up, then leaving her house again, going straight to her boyfriend’s house. It’s been a year since she and Charles started dating. Everything had been going well since the beginning of their relationship, that was, till recent times. He had been acting strange, had become secretive, and rarely had enough time for her. Maybe she was just overthinking, she thought. She finally arrived at her house and walked to the entrance, opening the door with the key she always carried around. She entered inside, not surprised to see everywhere dark. Her mother wasn’t usually around by this time of the day. She would probably still be at her little shop, attending to the customers whom she had made addicted to her confectionaries. Gwendolyn shut the door behind her, placing her coat atop the coat hanger by the door. She walked straight to her room, hung her bag by her door, and qui
The days passed by, and finally, the day for the Baron's party arrived. Gwendolyn had been going to the office early and working harder than usual, trying her best to forget about Charles. Since her last meeting with him, he hadn't sent a letter to her or anything. He was serious when he said he really didn't feel anything for her anymore.She had the day off– thanks to her boss– to prepare for the party. The whole day was spent trying to select a gown to wear. Her mother would have helped her, but she had to go to work. After several tries, she finally selected a white long gown that clinched the upper part of her body, enhancing her bosom. She wore a corset to enhance it, and it made her chest seem fuller. The gown flayed down to her ankles, gently showing off her rounded hips. She wore cream sandals and let her black hair down. It was short, reaching just her shoulder. Dragging her hands down her form, she smiled satisfactorily. Then she picked up her bag, looked at herself one fi
The lady looked at him strangely, probably wondering what he was doing there. “Uh, hi. How may I help you?” “I would love to know your name.” Tyron urged. “I am Gwendolyn.” He grinned. “Nice to meet you, Gwendolyn.” He looked around the hall. “I noticed that you were the only one seated here, and so I opted to join you.” “Oh, I am not the only one here,” Gwendolyn said, waving her hands. “My boss went to make some inquiries. He would be back soon.” Tyron stared at the lady in front of him, a grin still etched widely on his face. He didn’t know why he was suddenly drawn to her. He studied her closely, trying to find if anything would make her far different than the rest. Apart from her beauty, she was just like any normal person. “Oh, okay then. Would you like me to leave?” Gwendolyn shrugged. “I do not mind. Once my boss starts to perform I wouldn’t be here anyway.” “May I ask who your boss is?” “Raul.” “The love singer?” She smirked. “Yes.” “Wow.” He exclaimed, intrigued.
Tyron made his way towards the fancy office studio. The entrance was beautifully decorated with different common plants which helped to liven up the place. He and Elijah walked towards it, studying the clean environment. “Are you sure about this?” Elijah asked. “Yes.” Tyron replied, nodding his head. “You still haven’t told me how Raul is connected to your search.” “It’s a gut feeling. That’s all.” Elijah sighed. “Sometimes, you really can be annoying. Just tell me your mission already. I’m dying of curiosity.” Tyron paused, then turned to look at Elijah. He folded his hands behind him, gently kicking at the ground. “My father sent me to look for someone. Until I find the said person, I cannot return home.” “Oh. Wow. I didn’t know it was this serious.” “Sadly, it is. That’s why I hardly talk about it.” He released a long breath, then turned back towards the entrance. “Now that you understand why I want to do this, can we go ahead with it already?” They both continued their w
In the Enu realm, seated languidly atop the throne was the supreme lord, looking at his kneeling subjects drily. He was beautiful; his white hair splayed over his throne, reaching the floor. His eyes were dark onyx, beautiful and dangerous. His face was perfectly sculpted, and it was no surprise as he had reached the level of a god. His power enveloped the whole room, making the kneeling subjects quiver in fear where they were. “Report.” He commanded, his voice coming out cool. “My lord,” the leader said, coming forward. He was the general of the special team created to find the abomination. He bowed fully, his head touching the ground. “We haven’t found any trace of the abomination.” The supreme lord leaned on his hand, looking at the general blandly. “Why am I not surprised.” He said, his voice coming out monotonously. “How long have you been put in charge of this search?” “Over two decades, my lord.” The general answered shakily. “Hmm. You have been there for a long time. Don’