★★★ One outfit in particular, with a magenta hue, caught Monica's attention to such an extent that she thought nothing would look decent on her than that. She ran to that hanging garment, thinking with excitement that she would not have to waste time looking for a dress. Her hands moved smoothly over the material, sensing that the silk was good—after all, she thought this would feel like a quill. She took it off the hanger to see if the dress fit her; if not, she would have to adjust the right row. Suddenly a hand snatched the dress from her hand in a jerk. Monica glanced up and noticed a smug-looking woman staring at her. "If you are not blind, then your manners need to get better," Monica stated icily as she peered at her garment in the woman's hands. “Ah-Huh! Since you are new to this shop, you must learn how to treat people with respect while you are standing next to someone who is far richer than you. In addition, this clothing needs to belong to me because I chose it a few s

★★★ “Raise your hand!" William gave Monica a chilly order while clutching the black aura of his rage, as though he wasn't happy with how things turned out. To quell the raging madness within him, he had to take their lives. “My hand! Why?!” Monica asked, raising both her palms in the air and repeating in confusion. William just required her left hand, though. He caught her wrist, took his handkerchief out of his pocket, and began massaging it, much to Monica's surprise as she still did not realize what he was doing. It made no sense to rub her wrist with a cloth because there was no dirt on her hand. “Had he not touched you?! Don't you feel filthy since he was not a gentleman,” William questioned her about why such contact did not distress her. “I was upset and wanted to fight, but I quickly figured out my power was quite poor against him and that fighting would make no difference to my condition, which is why I shouted your name and am grateful you arrived," Monica admitted that s

★★★★ “You can poke your eyes out if it's really bothering you, or do you need my help?" Monica answered with her eyes shifting at Mark who had a whiskey glass in his hand, but what was more noticeable was the way he was looking. In the suit, he looked very charming and fetching. As a result, Monica understood why there was immediately a swarm of eyes prodding her body. “How come the wine doesn't bring out your sweetness? Trust me, You will not be able to keep your fiancé in this manner for long. Man adores a submissive, delicate woman who requires care and protection. You are beyond what men look for,” Mark remarked as he sipped his drink, but his gaze was on the audience rather than Monica, who curled her lips in displeasure because she was unable to comprehend why he was giving her free information. “Why are you eager to meddle in my affairs? Do you also want to settle down with us? If so, I would be happy to adopt you as our son. But before then, I will demand at least $3 million

★★★ Monica looked at the entrance to see if it was William or his father because William's denial of being here was strong, but she also did not see any reason for Williams's father to come here for this occasion because it was not a business event. A suave man appeared at that moment and had two bodyguards following him. The allure he left out enthralled every person in that venue. He wore a black business suit that accentuated his regal appearance. William Mackenzie's royal beauty compelled people to spread rumors that he was king. People had to turn to listen to him anywhere he stood. He elevated his name to the top of every mind in this metropolis in only a single year. Monica breathed deeply, concluding that William had deliberately tricked her into thinking he would not be here when, in fact, he was either waiting for Katherine to cancel her intentions to come or he had been cooking something else. “Ah-Huh! Finally found you enamored with a man. Is he also your crush, just

★★★“Ella, where are you?” Casting a puzzled glance around the castle, Ethen searched for Monica, who appeared distressed and in need of somewhere to hide. Ethen breathed out in stress as he did not find Monica yet, and he was skeptical that she could leave the area that quickly either. Since the spot of the parking lot and the castle were close to one another.The wind was powerful enough to freeze the bones, and the chill caused teeth to shiver uncontrollably. Despite the fact that no snow was falling, the night felt colder than ever.“Ella,” Ethen again shouted.William went outside at that same moment to search for Monica, as Sam had mentioned she had not left because he was standing by the car. He would have noticed Monica if she had left the castle entrance.Looking around, William noticed a lunatic yelling for someone, but what mattered to him was finding her. He was well acquainted with the castle's structure, and there was a path that went to a roof from where visitors e