All Chapters of Royal Temptation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aziel’s POV"Let me get this straight," he said, striding back and stopping in front of me, his steps sharp against the marble floor, rattling like a warning bell. "You want me to be your boyfriend?""Fake boyfriend," I corrected calmly, leaning back into the couch cushions, crossing one ankle over the other and letting my fingers drum lightly on the armrest."No, absolutely not," he smirked, slamming his hands at his waist, then pressed his palms to the back of his neck as if trying to squeeze sense out of it."You said you'd do anything, unless you were bluffing.""I keep my word, but I won't let you drag me through the mud. I have a reputation to keep."I let out a soft chuckle. "Already done that, unless you want a rematch."His nostrils flared, and he shifted his weight, moving a half-step back before pivoting sharply. "No one cares about reputation.""But you do. Otherwise why parade me in front of your ex just to prove a point?"For a heartbeat, he didn’t answer. His jaw twitc

Zarek The first rule about being a prince was to not let anyone know your inner thoughts, not even yourself. The second was to stay calm, never act on impulse. But the second I stepped into Aziel's bedroom, flipped through the papers on his drawers, everything went out the window. Especially after Luka had mentioned something new, my mind wouldn't rest until I uncovered the truth. I took out the brown envelopes carefully arranged with labels on them. The faint scent of ink and paper hit me like a lure I couldn’t resist. My eyes flicked to the door I had left ajar. I got up and pushed it shut. My back rested on it for a second, taking a breath. A shiver ran down my spine. I was partly glad that Luka had left after the phone call and partly irritated because he seemed to know more than he was willing to say. Elise, on the other hand, had a lot of arranging and cooking to do, giving me enough time to snoop around. My gaze fixated on the picture of Aziel on the wall, with that pec

Zarek's POV Dinner should have been great, considering the fact that I was dining with the Godfather, a man of few words, calm and composed, unlike his jerky son. Aziel was sitting directly facing me at the dining table, his piercing gaze not leaving me for one bit. His ex glaring harder. Tyron occasionally glanced back and forth. It felt like my every move was being unraveled from every angle and corner of the table. Well, except for Luciano, who was playing with the cutlery, his eyes not leaving Elise as she served us. I was already drowning in my third glass of wine. If my father had been here, he would have stopped me at the first glass. "A prince must control his urges," his words echoed in my ears. But here it was different, no one cared. On the fourth glass, my eyes blurred, already tipsy. Anyway, that was the goal. To quiet my brain even for a few hours to a void of space and nothingness. I needed to escape the confines of the table, so I excused myself, draggin

Aziel's POV"You said ten minutes, then you show up after four hours. What the fuck is wrong with you?"Zarek was fuming, his arms crossed and had no intentions of getting into the car.The first car had already left with Nikolai and Tyron down to the club we were headed to.I stepped closer, his eyes glaring hard in unquenchable fire. "You either get in the car or I'm going to kiss that mouth right here."His eyes widened and he curled his fist, bolting off to the car.Brat. He worked best under threats, which I delivered in ways he didn't expect.The bass from the club could be heard even before we stepped inside. Two guards opened the doors the moment they saw me, and the music hit instantly, loud and heavy. The place was already packed, lights flashing across the dance floor while people crowded around the bar.Nikolai and Tyron were already inside waiting for us.Luciano glanced around the room and let out a low whistle.I stepped further in, scanning the room out of habit.Behin

Zarek's POVTwo days passed in a blur. I was back in the mansion, in the room I’d first been taken to.This place was nothing like the penthouse. Men moved at a summons, maids worked like clockwork. I realized why someone would want their own space. This was a 24/7 operation.I hated admitting it, but I missed the penthouse’s warmth and privacy.I got my cup of coffee from Elise, who was sweet enough to keep me company whenever she finished her assigned duties. I walked into the hallway, and a gnawing feeling of someone watching me made my body tense. I turned back, and there was no one. Strange, or maybe not.I had felt this from the day I moved back here, someone lurking in the shadows, and my suspicions were confirmed when I found my door slightly ajar after I left the bathroom yesterday. I was sure I had locked it.I climbed the stairs, shaking my head a bit before balancing my coffee. I clicked the door open and closed it behind me.Taking a step forward, I froze when something s