บททั้งหมดของ Shadows of a lost heiress : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Anaïs Iluak was all too familiar with the symphony of waves crashing against the rocky shore, but it irritated her tonight as she sat by the window of their little wooden shack. Her sketchpad, filled with crude outlines of gorgeous costumes and confident stances dancing across the pages, was illuminated by the faint light of a single lantern.One drawing, a picture of herself on a brightly lit runway, caught her attention as her fingers traced the lines. "Paris," she whispered, picturing the cheers of a devoted audience. However, her reverie was abruptly cut short by the harsh, cruel reality of her father's wheezing cough filling the air.She rushed to his bedside. "Papa?" she murmured tremulously. Her father, Tuarik, turned feebly, his eyes weary and cheeks sunken, clear signs of his deteriorating health. He croaked, "I'm fine," though he was out of breath from the exertion.Anaïs adjusted his blanket and replied, "Stop saying that. You're not okay." The sight of the almost finished

Anaïs stood at the edge of the large window, looking out over the mansion's well-kept grounds. Her thoughts were distant. Just a few weeks ago, she was a simple girl living in a simple local settlement but here she was, in an estate foreign to what she had known and a future that hung in a balance. The sky was getting darker and the horizon was lit up by the fading sunset. The estate felt more like a cage than a haven, with its vast fountains, tall pillars, and infinite acres of space.The contract preparation had been swift.Shortly before that, her father had an emergency and was rushed to the hospital.“The surgery is inevitable”, the Doctor had said.Anaïs had proceeded swiftly with the contract preparation. She had spent long hours in companies of medical staff who had been monitoring and preparing her body for a baby.Finally it was today. It was the day she had been getting ready for, yet never really prepared for.Under the opulence of the space, her body appeared to belong t

Cael had just returned from the office as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the expansive grounds of the Moraine home. The estate was one of the many properties in his family's name. This was his home. Where Anaïs now lived temporarily.The estate was quiet as usual but as the butler opened the door, Cael immediately sensed that something was off. The atmosphere within the mansion felt heavy, almost stagnant. The butler also looked unsettled."Where’s Anaïs?" Cael asked in suspicion, shrugging off his coat.The butler hesitated. "She…she hasn’t been seen since this morning sir, and she is not…not in her room either.” he stuttered.Cael scowled. "What are you saying? She possibly couldn't leave without anyone noticing.”His frown deepened. Quickly he went up the staircase two steps at a time, heading for Anaïs’ room. The moment he opened the door, his heart sank. She truly wasn't inside. The bed was made, the curtains were drawn, and her perfume was somewhat in the air,

The tension in the room swelled like a gathering storm. Anaïs stood rooted in place, her hands tightening on the emerald gown as the accusatory glare of the attendant and other staff bore into her. "This is ridiculous," Anaïs said with burning indignation. She felt humiliated.Before the attendant could respond, the room door swung open, and two high-profile-looking figures entered. Sheryl Dominic, a statuesque model with a strong reputation for drama and gossip as much as beauty, walked in with her boyfriend, Anderson Omar.Sheryl’s blonde hair was perfectly coiffed and her diamond-studded sunglasses made her seem larger than life, while Anderson’s chiseled jaw and bored expression screamed celebrity accessory."Excuse me," Sheryl announced loudly, removing her sunglasses with a dramatic flare "I believe a very special dress was reserved for me."The attendant’s attitude changed instantly. Gone was the haughty tone she’d used with Anaïs, replaced with a flattering tone. "Oh, Miss

The splendor of the grand hall was a spectacle unto itself, with its gilded walls and towering pillars that stretched toward a ceiling of majestic crystal chandeliers. An excited symphony of chatter, laughter, and the click of heels filled the space. The award ceremony was in full swing.Yet, the true show had begun when Cael Moraine walked through the double doors, his commanding presence cutting through the noise like a sharp sword.But it wasn’t just his impeccable and perfect tailoring or magnetic presence that had stirred spectators.It had been the woman on his arm. Her elegant beauty.She had held herself with a nervous elegance, her wide eyes betraying her uncertainty in the glamorous world she had been thrust into.The effect had been instant. Whispers spread like wildfire, and camera flashes create a strobe effect around the pair.The fact that Cael would appear in public with a lady was already news enough to fill the front cover of media papers.The occasion had started s