All Chapters of Love Beyond Royalty: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Hey," Natalie beamed at him, placing the tray on the table. "Was asked to serve you. Ten shots, you got one free for being my first customer tonight." Isaac ran his eyes over her, hot, he thought, her hourglass shape was clad in a two-piece mini skirt and crop top. Spotless skin, short hair... not that he was impressed. There were at least a million girls he knew who were just as perfect. He pushed one glass towards her as she's about to leave. "Take it." Literally, he meant her taking it back because his morals don't allow him to accept free gifts. But she mistook him and raised a brow teasingly, chugged down the drink in one go. Don't get her mistaken. She rarely drank if she wasn't entertaining customers, but that brown-eyed guy seemed to want to test her waters. "Wow, it's stronger than I thought. Who takes such strong combos these days?" Impressive, Isaac thought. Not a single person he'd ever offered a drink for a first was able to take a single gulp without spitting

The sun was blazing and so was the wind blowing. It's just a normal November afternoon down in Azores. Isaac loved everything about the state except its weather. He would've left, four mouths ago, but the thought of that girl… Bella. He mumbled to himself, staring absently at the swaying grasses. He had gone back to the club in Ghufti countless times over the months, even postponing departing on that day just to hear from her, but, she never called. The club informed him that she's just an on call good-time girl, didn't really work there so they couldn't give much information about her. He had retrieved the coat which she had left behind to be given back to him so there's literally no hope about she contacting him. He had thought about every possible reason why she wouldn't reach out to him but just decided to belive she lost the card even though he believed that that was very unlikely. But he still visits the club hoping to meet her or perhaps miraculously run into her which wa

The HOU hurried out of his office as he was informed of Isaac's arrival to welcome him. “Good morning, Your Highness.” He greeted with a bow. “It's okay. Act natural.” He patted him warmly, glancing to see if anyone noticed that. “The less people who know who I am, the better.” “I apologize for not recognising you yesterday. My sin is unforgivable.” “Don't say that. You'd make me want to punish you.” “I'm sorry.” “Where's the lecture hall?” “This way, please.” He led them to the hall. “For fashion and design freshers?” “Yes, the class started about twenty minutes ago.” They reached, and the HOU headed in to speak with the professor while Isaac searched for her among the students. Gotcha. He smiled contentedly as he spotted her at the last row. The professor stepped down from the podium to pay his respect, but Isaac was quick to stop him. “I don't want to gain too much attention on my first day.” “Uh, o - okay. What do I do now?” The mid-aged man was quite nervous. “Just

Natalie couldn't conceal her curiosity and just had to pop the question. Isaac drove past red lights, and there's no signs of him getting pulled over any time soon. “You must be from a royal family.” “Yes, well, obviously.” He chuckled. “You've been skipping red lights.” “I…” He pondered on how to say it to her. “I don't obey traffic rules.” “Why?” She voiced surprisingly. “They don't apply to me, I could be endangered at a stop. It's just like how officials use sirens to clear traffic, but I don't need that.” He grinned at her. “What royal family are you from?” She asked, her heart in her throat hoping it wouldn't be Bardaen. How could a lowlife like her possibly have anything to do with even a cleaner of the Bardaen empire? We're talking about the most powerful kingdom in the world. Isaac's brows furrowed in thought. “You don't know?” “Was I supposed to?” “I thought you'd at least look it up. You don't seem quite interested in me.” He sank in his seat. “I did search on so

Natalie couldn't explain how happy she was with the way Isaac held her hand as they walked into the restaurant. It was a fancy eatery and Isaac? Well, he just naturally commanded attention anywhere he set foot in. And she being the woman beside him got her ecstatic. “Are you comfortable here, or would you like to go somewhere less crowded?” He asked as they found a seat. “Here's good.” She pulled her seat, and he did the same. “Good evening. What'd you like to order?” A waiter approached them with a notepad in hand. “Get us the best and most expensive set you have.” “Okay.” He smiled warmly and began to walk away. “Wait! Do you have an allergy?” His face was suddenly clouded with concern. “No, I don't.” “Carry on then.” The waiter complied. “How's your day?” He relaxed on the plastic chair. “Fun.” “Tell me more.” “I filled in for one of the dancers who fell sick, it's salsa, and it's fun!” She cooed. “You can salsa?” She laughed. “Yes, I know a lot of dances. It's part