Daniela stood in the luxurious living room of Alexander's mansion, her arms tightly crossed, her knuckles white from the tension.The silence in the room was deafening,suffocating her with unspoken words.Alexander moved with the pride he possessed,as he reached for something on the nearby table. When he turned, Daniela's eyes immediately caught the gleaming object in his hand- A small velvet box.
The sight of it sent shivers down her spine.A mixture of dread and disbelief swirling in her chest. Her breath hitched as she instinctively took a step back. Her voice, thick with suspicion, broke the tense silence “ What is that, Alexander?” He ignored her, his gaze steady but distant, as if he hadn't held her. Instead, he held the box loosely between his fingers , as though it carried the weight of everything left unsaid between them. Daniel's heart pounded as she pointed at the box, her mind racing with possibilities .“ If you think–----” She stopped herself,swallowing the words that threatened to spill from her lips. Alexander took a deep breath , setting the box on the glass coffee table between them. The sound of it hitting the surface was so loud , reverbating through the room like a gunshot.Daniela's gaze darted from the box back to him,and suddenly everything clicked to her senses. Her lips parted as realization dawned on her. “ Are you suggesting marriage?”Her questions hung in the air like a challenge.She couldn't belive what she was hearing. After all, She was just a one night stand who had a child with a billionaire . A legitimate marriage? That was not supposed to be part of their arrangement at all. Anger and hurt bubbled up inside her as she folded her arms tighter. Her glare burned into Alexander,her mind racing with unanswered questions. Alexander didn't move an inch from where he was. Instead, he met her gaze staring at her ridiculously. His silence only fueled her frustration, and when he finally spoke , his words landed like a bombshell.“ I am”, he said simply , his tone measured yet thick. Daniela's anger boiled as she looked sharply at the box. “ After everything? After walking away when I needed you the most? You think a ring is going to fix what you broke?” Alexander remained calm, his hands sliding into his pockets as he went closer to the table. “ This isn't about fixing anything Daniela”, he said, his voice low and fierce . “ This is about Noah. About giving him the life he deserves”. The mention of their son sent shivers down her spine. “ Don't you dare use Noah as a pawn in this…proposal”, She said. “ Because I gave you the privilege to walk into my life does not mean you should start making demands”. Alexander moved closer, his eyes giving this vulnerability look . “ It's not a demand, Daniela. It's a choice that I'm willing to make for Noah's sake. Daniela laughed out bitterly, her emotions spilling over. She stared at the box again, as if the sight of it mocked her. “ A choice? A choice you mean? If not, I came to meet you at that hotel to query you. Would you have looked for me or showed up? Now you are trying to play smart.
Alexander took a deep breath, his hand brushing through his dark hair. “ I'm not trying to play anything . I know I failed you before, Daniela. But this isn't about me or you. It's about our son”. She took a step closer, her voice trembling as anger and heartbreak melted in her chest. “ So you think this is the answer? That a marriage of convenience is going to make up for the years you have missed?” Alexander looked at Daniela out of pity. “ I'm not daft enough to think it will erase the past”, he said quietly. “ But it's a beginning . I can't change what I did, Daniela . But I can give Noah a bright and stable future that he deserves”. The words hung heavy in the air, but Daniela wasn't ready to relent. Not yet. “ But what do you want exactly, Alexander?” She demanded, her voice low but steady. “ Why now? Why this?” He hesitated , his gaze staring at the box on the table. “ Because I can't live with the doubt that I failed you and Noah”. Daniela sniffed outside, just for a while. She hated the way his words made her remember the man she once loved. But she couldn't let herself fall for it. Not again. “ And if I agree with this ridiculous idea?” She asked, her tone sharp. “ What guarantees me that you wouldn't walk away again?” “ Well, you will have a contract”, Alexander said without hesitation . “ Clear terms. Full custody if it doesn't work. Financial security for you and Noah. Everything will be on your terms, Daniela “. Her breath pained her as she stared at him, The weight of his word sinking in. The room felt too small, heat covering all over her body. She turned her back to him, needing a moment to think things to herself. When she finally spoke,her voice was steady, but her hands trembled . “ I'll think about it”, she said. “ But don't expect me to make this easy for you”. Alexander nodded , a show of hope and relief in his face . “ That's all I ask”.As Daniela reached the door,She glanced back, her expression unreadable. “ I really hope you are serious about your plan, Alexander. Because if you hurt me and my son again.I won't forgive you”. With that, she walked out,leaving Alexander standing alone. The sight of the velvet box on the table mocked him and he also reminded him of the fragile hope he clung to.
For the first time in years, he felt uncertain if the man he had become could ever atone for the man he had been. But one thing was clear,this time, he had to change his old ways if not for anything but for their son.The palace was quiet—too quiet. Even the birds that usually fluttered outside the grand windows of the king’s chamber were absent, as if nature itself mourned the weariness of the man within.Alexander sat on the edge of his bed, the heavy robe of royalty pooling around him like a shroud. The golden crown, once proudly perched upon his head, now lay abandoned on the floor, its polished surface reflecting nothing but a broken legacy.He had sent the servants away hours ago, requesting solitude. But truth be told, he had been alone for far longer than that—ever since Daniela left, ever since the boy vanished. Ever since he traded his humanity for power.The voices from the past echoed relentlessly in his mind."You want her to be queen? There is a way…""Put this powder in her drink. It will cloud her mind and draw her to you.""Rub this oil on your palms before you touch her—she will not resist.""You must act fast. The elders are watching. You need an heir."At the time, it all seemed
The palace was quieter these days—too quiet for a man who once ruled with noise, power, and pride. Alexander sat by his window, fingers toying with a half-filled goblet of wine. Outside, the moonlight brushed the edges of the thatched palace roof, casting ghostly shadows on the walls. Chisom had long drifted to sleep, her breathing soft, steady. But Alexander was wide awake—again.It had been six moons since she was brought to him, her skin soft as silk, her smile gentle, her body yielding. Each night, she came to his bed, and each night, he held hope in his loins and in his heart. But morning always came with the same bitter emptiness. No signs. No whispers of cravings. No swelling belly. No child.He had tried everything—spiced roots, fertility herbs from the palace medicine woman, and even late-night rituals performed by the native priest. Still… nothing.Alexander rose from the bed, pacing the cold marble floor with heavy feet. A fire burned in the hearth, but it did little to tha
The morning sun filtered through the bright white curtains of their new apartment, casting golden rays across the hardwood floor. Lydia stirred beneath the duvet, her hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed.Empty.She blinked, sat up, and glanced around. The soft scent of brewed coffee and toasted bread teased her nose. A smile curled on her lips.He’s in the kitchen again.Throwing on a light robe, she padded down the hallway and into the warm, open space where Gabriel stood shirtless, wearing joggers and flipping pancakes with an exaggerated chef’s flair.“You’re going to burn them,” Lydia teased, leaning against the doorframe.Gabriel turned, spatula in hand, and grinned. “And good morning to my beautiful wife.”She walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. “Good morning, chef husband.”He kissed the top of her head, then plated a stack of fluffy pancakes. “I thought we could eat on the balcony today. The sun’s not too harsh yet.”They
The early morning sun filtered through the intricate lattice windows of the palace, casting golden shapes across the polished floors. Drums beat faintly in the distance, signaling the dawn of a new day—and a new queen.Chisom sat quietly on the edge of a carved mahogany bed, her feet barely touching the polished ground. Around her, the royal maids fluttered like bees, tying her hair into delicate loops, rubbing her arms with perfumed oil, and whispering instructions she barely absorbed.“Your new robe, my queen,” one of the maids said, presenting a cloth woven with silver threads and royal blue patterns. “You must wear it before you greet the king.”Chisom nodded faintly, still unsure how to wear the title of "queen" in her heart. The palace air was thick—not just with incense, but with the weight of expectation. She could feel it in the walls, in the eyes of the elders who measured her with unspoken judgment, and in the stiff bow of the guards who had served another before her.As sh
The palace air brimmed with anticipation, thick like a brewing storm. Inside the grand hall, the scent of burning incense drifted from gold-plated bowls, curling in the air like whispers from the ancestors. Soft drums echoed in the background, played by two palace boys, steady and ceremonial. The marble floors had been scrubbed to glass-like shine, reflecting the rows of candles burning along the corridor.Alexander sat on the throne, robed in deep crimson, his royal crown resting heavy on his head. His face was unreadable—a mask of calm, yet behind his eyes, something stirred. Pain. Memory. Resignation. This was not how he envisioned choosing a queen.Beside him, a guard stood silently, holding a scroll with the names of the maidens. The chamberlain motioned, and the doors opened.One by one, the virgins began to enter.The first maiden, Awele, stepped forward with her head lowered, her feet bare, anklets chiming with each timid step. She was beautiful—smooth dark skin, full lips, an
The sky above the palace bled into a melancholic gray, the sun hiding behind thick clouds as though mourning with the king. The royal garden, once Daniela’s favorite place, stood untended. Wildflowers grew in stubborn defiance through cracks in the once manicured paths. The scent of blooming hibiscus clashed with the scent of time—that old, dusty silence that lingered in places where laughter had died.King Alexander stood still on the palace balcony, arms crossed behind his back, cloaked in heavy velvet. He wasn't the same man he was two years ago. The weight of loss had carved lines into his once-youthful face. His shoulders drooped beneath invisible burdens. Power still clothed him, yes, but it no longer fitted him like pride—it clung to him like grief.His eyes scanned the horizon—the same trail Daniela had once fled down with the child. The same trail the guards had failed to watch. His jaw clenched at the memory.Every now and then, he imagined seeing her figure walking back, ch