LOGIN"Yeah," he said, giving another short pause before continuing with a lower voice. "But we have no plans of getting married. It's merely for publicity. We plan to break-off the engagement in five months from now, but we don't want the public to know about it." Troy explained."Oh, ok," Alana nodded, mimicking zipping her lip with her fingers. "These lips are sealed." She said, causing Troy to grin at her playful expression.The night flew by as they continued talking. When Alana checked her phone, her eyes went wide seeing it was almost ten pm and she had about 20 missed calls from Roman, which she hadn't noticed due to her phone being on silent. She quickly told Troy it was time for her to leave. Troy swiftly settled the bill and they left.When the car stopped in front of the building, Alana thanked they exchanged before quickly exiting the car. It was already past 10 pm. She hadn't planned to stay out this late, but she had gotten caught up in their enjoyable conversation and com
The rustling of chains clinked in the bright white room, the heavy air thick with smoke from the absence of a window.Roman sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, his temple resting on his knuckles as he scrutinized the chained and blindfolded man seated across from him, headphones muffling his ears.Rising from his seat, Roman approached the man, still holding the cigarette. His demeanor was markedly different from his usual self. He appeared ten times more dangerous, exuding a calmness that added to the tension in the room.He removed the blindfold and headphones from the man's eyes and ears, carelessly dropping them onto the nearby table before returning to his seat.The man met Roman's gaze, his expression entirely unscathed and unbothered by the threatening atmosphere. The man's face was battered and bruised all over. His lips swollen from getting hit multiple times before Romans' arrival."I have just two simple questions for you," Roman began. "Why
Roman didn't say a word to Alana despite feeling her eyes fall on him frequently as he glanced at the night outside. He wasn't angry about her leaving the car; he was angry that she had given Damien an easy excuse to speak to her. He already knew that Damien would somehow find an opportunity to talk to her, which was why he had instructed her to wait in the car. "That fucker always manages to irritate me," Roman muttered, clicking his tongue.Roman's brows creased when he felt Alana's head resting on his shoulder. He cast a glance at the woman using his shoulder as a side pillow, only to find her deep asleep.To think that she would casually use his shoulder as a pillow even after noticing his mood, but it was just a coincidence that her head fell on him. Alana would never purposely rest on his shoulder for any reason, and Roman knew that.His gaze lingered on her closed eyes as an image of a young girl resting on his shoulder unexpectedly flashed through his mind. Roman furrowed hi
"Do not try to vex me. You would let an opportunity like this slip from your grasp," he says, his anger evident in his voice. Roman stares at the old man sitting across from him, as if trying to gauge something. "To this day, I never really understand your obsession with the Gates," Roman remarked, causing Mr. Beaufort's eyes to widen. He stared at Roman for a moment before sighing and standing up from his seat, walking over to stand in front of a large painting depicting two men. His gaze wandered around the painting, pausing on the black-haired man who bore a resemblance to himself before focusing on the brown-haired man. "You always took the best for yourself, didn't you," he muttered to himself, his eyes distant. "I will tell you my reason for being obsessed with the Gates, but you have to promise me something..." Mr. Beaufort paused, still fixated on the painting. "Promise me that you will let me meet her." Roman's expression hardened the moment those words left the old man
"I'm glad you could make it. And who might this lovely lady be?" the old man inquired, his eyes shifting to Alana with a curious glint.Roman brought her hand up, kissing the back of her palm. "This is Alana, Grandfather, My girlfriend," he introduced her briefly.One of the woman at the table choked, coughing continuously, immediately those words left Roman's lips.The old man's smile widened, and he gestured for Roman and Alana to take a seat at the table, completely ignoring his eldest daughter coughs. "Well, welcome, Alana. Please, join us," he said warmly.Roman pulled out a chair for Alana before taking his own seat. His gaze landed on the woman who was still coughing as a maid handed her a glass of water."You should have that cough checked. I've heard of people dropping dead from just a minor cough," Roman remarked to the woman, his tone devoid of concern.The woman set the glass down. "It's nothing serious, I just choked.""On what, Lauren?" Roman asked, tilting his head wi
Running her fingers over the velvet fabric of the short sleeve gown, Alana smiled, her face appearing even more radiant with her smoky makeup. The gown stopped just above her knees, fitting her perfectly and accentuating her amazing curves.She coordinated her jewelry to complement her look before slipping on her heels and grabbing her bag to head out.Roman was seated in the living room, one leg lazily crossed over the other, tapping his fingers on his thigh, boredom evident on his face. He was dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, matching black pants, and a long scarf draped around his neck. The first few buttons of his shirt were unfastened, giving a glimpse of his toned chest.His gaze landed on Alana the instant he heard the click of her shoe. His eyes briefly scanned her figure before he stood up."You took your time," he remarked as he walked towards the elevator.Alana simply rolled her eyes as she followed behind him.She spotted the driver waiting by a black limousine. Gl







