Semua Bab HIS LUST: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Rosella's eyes brimmed with concern as she turned to Arina, her voice laced with worry, "What, he asked you to go to dinner with him?" Arina nodded hesitantly, feeling the weight of the decision on her shoulders. "Yes, and he wanted me to come alone," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want to go, baby?" Rosella's voice softened, her gaze fixed on her daughter. Arina bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. "Mom, you don't know rich guys. They just…," she trailed off, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her dress. "Aaron, let her decide," Rosella interjected firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. Barton's arrival interrupted the tense atmosphere, and Rosella wasted no time in bringing him into the conversation. "We need to talk," she said, ushering him inside and closing the door behind them. After Barton's inquiry about the king's intentions, Rosella leaned in, eager for answers. "What did he say?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.

"Hmm, it's so yummy," Arina moaned softly, savoring the delightful taste of her dessert as she delicately licked her lips, the cold sweetness tingling her taste buds. Ryan chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Your father was right," he remarked, his voice carrying a playful tone. Arina furrowed her brows in confusion, her lips still glistening with remnants of the delicious treat. "Huh?" she uttered, genuinely puzzled by his statement. Leaning closer to her, Ryan explained, "I had asked your father about your likes and dislikes after I gave the list to the chef for tonight's dinner." He settled down beside her, his presence comforting yet intriguing. "Master, you didn't need to..." Arina began, but her words trailed off as she resumed enjoying her dessert, the sweet flavors dancing on her palate. Despite her initial apprehension, Arina found herself feeling surprisingly at ease around Ryan. As they spent more time together, her nerves gradually melted away, replaced

"You want to fuck me? How dare you!" Arina cried out, her voice trembling with fury. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a mixture of hurt and indignation. "How can you think so little of me, just because you are the king of Kenner?" Her words were sharp, each one infused with the pain of betrayal and disrespect. Arina's voice pierced the silence, her words a mixture of anger and fear that echoed off the grand walls of the chamber. "What were you thinking before asking me to marry you? To fuck me?" she demanded, her tone sharp with accusation. "Two people get married when they love each other." Ryan winced slightly at the force of her words, his hand instinctively rising to rub his cheek where her words had stung. "Arina..." he began, his voice tinged with warning, "Just listen." But Arina refused to be silenced, her defiance unyielding. "If you were the last person on this earth, I still wouldn't marry you," she declared, her voice trembling with raw emotion. Her eyes blazed with a

As Ryan lounged in the dimly lit bar, his gaze fixated on the amber liquid swirling in his glass. "Charlie, has anyone ever slapped you?" he inquired casually, taking a sip of his whiskey. Charlie's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question, but he quickly composed himself. "No, my King," he replied, bowing his head respectfully. He couldn't help but notice the faint marks on Ryan's cheek, evidence of the encounter with Arina. Ryan chuckled darkly, his expression morphing into one of twisted amusement. "Do you believe me, Charlie? Your king was slapped by his future queen," he laughed, the sound ringing with a hint of madness. "My King..." Charlie's voice trailed off, unsure of how to respond to such a revelation. Ryan's eyes gleamed with intensity as he leaned in closer, his words dripping with obsession. "She is mine, Charlie. No one else can have her. Not her family, not anyone. From today, I want her every second update," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for ar

As Rosella's gaze fell upon Arina through the screen, her heart swelled with maternal affection. "How's my baby?" she inquired gently, her eyes soft with concern.Arina managed a tired smile, stifling a yawn. "Good, Mom."But Rosella couldn't shake the worry gnawing at her heart. "You're looking thin," she observed, her concern evident even over the video call.Arina waved off her mother's worry, her voice heavy with exhaustion. "No, I'm good," she insisted, sinking further into the comfort of her bed.Rosella persisted, her maternal instincts urging her to ensure her daughter's well-being. "Did you enroll yourself?"Arina nodded faintly, her eyes still closed in weariness. "Yes, Aaron has taken care of it. I'll start tomorrow," she murmured, already drifting toward sleep.Concerned about her daughter's wardrobe, Rosella continued, "Did you buy a new dress?"Arina's response was tinged with sarcasm, her fatigue evident in her tone. "I have enough," she muttered, rolling onto her side.