Under the cover of darkness, Jean slipped out of the mansion and made his way towards the garden after he saw Alexa was standing alone near the fountain. The moon bathed the landscape in a soft glow, setting a somber tone for the confrontation that was about to take place. He found Alexa still alone, standing with empty eyes near the marble fountain."Alexa," Jean called out, his voice echoing in the quiet garden. She turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized him."Jean," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing here? No, don't meet me alone. Gilbert might saw us."He strode towards her. "We need to talk about your engagement to Gilbert."Alexa took a step back, she was about to run but Jean held her hand, her eyes darting to the mansion in fear. "Jean, please let me go. If anyone sees us..."But Jean was too hurt, too angry to listen. "So you're just going to marry him? Why don't you tell me? You lied to me. You said that you barely remember h
After the confrontation with Alexa, Jean was in desperate need of solitude. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and he needed time to process everything. He decided to take a bath, hoping the warm water would help to soothe his frayed nerves. As he made his way to his private bathroom, he was taken aback to find Renata, his fiancee he hated already there, preparing his bath."What are you doing here, Renata? Where is the maid?" He demanded, his voice echoing off the marble walls."I... I thought you might need some help," she stammered, her eyes welling up with tears.Jean felt a surge of anger."I don't need your help." he snapped, his patience wearing thin.But Renata was undeterred."Please, Jean," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper."Let me be with you, tonight."Jean wanted to refuse, to send her away. But seeing her there, so vulnerable and sincere, he found himself relenting."Fine," he growled, "but don't expect me to touch you." Renata nodded, grateful for his concessi
After the engagement party, Alexa found herself stepping into the Gardier's grand mansion for the first time. Despite the late hour, Gilbert was already waiting for her, offering a polite smile."Welcome, my sweetheart," he greeted, extending his hand towards her."Lord Gilbert.""Don't call me that, I am going to be your husband. Just call me Gilbert.""Gilbert.""Shall we take a tour of your new house?"Alexa nodded, taking his offered hand as they began their tour. They strolled through the grand entrance hall, passing by elegant rooms filled with art and antiques, the grand paintings of each member of the family. Gilbert explained the history of the mansion and each room's significance, but Alexa's mind was elsewhere. Home theater, wine cellar, private gym, spa, art gallery, and even the garage of luxury cars, she ignored it all. She was still coming to terms with the sudden changes in her life. Eventually, they arrived at a set of large, ornate doors. Gilbert turned to her, his e
The chill of the night air did little to cool Jean Gardier's seething anger. He strode through the dimly lit streets, his footsteps echoing off the cobblestones. The memory of Gilbert's smile as he welcomed Alexa into the mansion was burned into his mind."Gilbert has taken everything from me," he muttered under his breath, "But he will not take her."Earlier, he had sought solace in Renata's arms, but the warmth of her body did nothing to quench the fire in his heart. Now, he found himself outside an unassuming shop, its windows darkened and sign barely visible. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside. The shopkeeper, an old man with a knowing gaze, looked up from his counter. The air was heavy with the scent of herbs and something darker."I need something... lethal," Jean said, his voice steady.The shopkeeper nodded, disappearing into the back of the shop. Alone, Jean was left with his thoughts, his mind filled with images of Alexa and Gilbert."I am not a monster," he told himse
As the breakfast continued, Gilbert couldn't shake off the unease that had settled over him. Something was amiss, he was sure of it. He needed to get Alexa away from the table, away from whatever was going on.With a quick, calculated move, he 'accidentally' knocked over Alexa's glass, the liquid spilling onto her dress. Alexa gasped, her eyes wide as she looked down at the growing stain on her dress."Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry," Gilbert announced, his voice filled with staged regret. He rose from his seat, his gaze meeting Alexa's. The rest of the table watched the scene unfold, their breakfast momentarily forgotten."It's alright, Gilbert," Alexa said, her voice shaking slightly. "I'll...I'll go change.""I'll accompany you," Gilbert offered, standing up. "After all, it's my fault."The room erupted in a mixture of gasps and laughter. "Oh, Gilbert!" one of the family members exclaimed, a teasing smile playing on their lips. "Already so eager to undress the lady?"A chorus of lau
The confrontation ended and the trio made their way back to the dining room. They entered the dining room, their arrival met with a round of curious glances. The room was filled with the clatter of cutlery against porcelain, the hum of quiet chitchat. The remnants of breakfast lay scattered on the table - plates of half-eaten toast, bowls of oatmeal, cups of lukewarm tea.Gilbert guided Alexa to her chair. He then took his own seat, his gaze scanning the room, finding Clement. Jean, on the other hand, resumed his place at the table without a word, his expression stern. Clement, Gilbert's trusted servant, watched from the corner of the room, his task completed, nodded subtly to Gilbert. The bowls had been switched - Gilbert's with a random uneaten bowl, and Alexa's with Jean's. Gilbert returned to his oatmeal, his spoon stirring the creamy mixture with an air of nonchalance. His eyes lit up with mirth, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Sat next to Alexa, Jean watched him, hi
The funeral procession moved slowly, an event marked by a heavy atmosphere. Amidst the mourners, Jean and Gilbert stood out. Their faces, although composed, showed no trace of sorrow. As the casket bearing their father's body was carried past them, their eyes were cold and detached.Detective Williams, the man they had hired to investigate their father's sudden demise, approached them once the funeral rites were over."My lords," he began, his voice echoing in the near-empty hall, "I've concluded my investigation." "And?" Jean prompted, his gaze fixed on the detective. "Your father, Mr. Gardier's death... it was due to natural causes. An internal bleeding." the detective stated, his eyes flicking between the brothers. Jean's face flickered with surprise, quickly replaced by a stoic mask. "Natural causes? Are you certain?" he asked, his voice steady. "Absolutely," the detective confirmed. "There was no evidence of foul play." Jean's mind was racing. He had planned and executed
The night came after Alexa shares the silly tips to Lady Renata. Now, in the privacy of Gilbert's bedroom, Alexa and Gilbert found a refuge from the world. The dimmed lights, the plush sheets, and the scent of their mingled perfumes set the stage for an evening of intimacy.Alexa, clad in a sexy silk robe, looked expectantly at Gilbert. He sat on the edge of the bed, a playful glint in his eyes."Maybe it's time for us to be very very close, my lord." Alexa said, started to undress herself."Alexa," he began, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic seriousness, "there’s something you should know." Intrigued, naked Alexa moved a bit closer to him. "Yes, my lord?" He took her hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "I want you, Alexa. I won't lie about that. But," he paused, looking straight into her eyes, "I won’t cross that line until we're officially man and wife." Alexa blinked, a mix of surprise, disappointment, and a growing admiration sweeping over her. She looked at Gilbert, her soon