Novel & Cerita Phillipa Of Hamilton

Khorkina, how dare you attack the Grand Duke of my family? It was Prince Philip they had just mentioned. Khorkina didn't say anything, but she looked tense and was ready for a battle. Qin Haodong glanced at Philip and said, "I killed him because he fed on Huaxia people. This is just a mild punishment. If you do it again, I'll destroy your whole family." "Who are you? Do you know who you are talking to?" A vicious look flickered in Philip's eyes. Khorkina said, "He's my master. Philip, you'd better do as my master says. Otherwise, you will be an enemy of my family."

Prince said, ‘Welcome my lady. ‘Thank you, my Prince.’ Miss Hannah said with a soft voice. Prince Philip was watching her with a side of his eye. She was a tall young lady, and beautifully looking. As the men on the table were talking, both Prince Philip and Hannah eyes met, and the lady became uncomfortable. Prince Philip smiled. ‘Gentlemen, I want to ask a question from Miss Hannah, if she may have any idea about Egypt.’ Everyone on the table became silent, shifting their direction to Hannah. When she observed all eyes were on her, expecting a response, she smiled, and said.

"Phillip has always been loyal to the pack, to _you_. Why would he-" "I believe," Damien interjected, his expression grave, "that Octavia had... persuaded him to join her cause. Phillip was... conflicted, in the end. He realized the error of his ways, and he made the ultimate sacrifice to protect us." Ana felt her breath catch in her throat, the realization of Phillip's sacrifice hitting her like a physical blow. "Oh, Phillip," she whispered, her heart aching for the friend who had risked everything to save them. "What have we done?"

" Promise me that you will find better if I will be gone. " Philipe explained. " Why will you be gone? " Alexia asked. " Nothing. Just Promise me okay? I love you! " After that, Philipe died because of the insecurities of the people around them, especially around Alexia. Alexia is an ordinary and innocent girl back then. She didn't fight back. Philipe sacrificed himself just for Alexia to live, and that scenario was the reason why she learned how to fight. To fight everything especially for someone she loves.

You guys will kill Hogan because you feared his power? “We received Philip’s report,” the elders said, showing a piece of damn paper. I narrowed my eyes, reading the small letters in the paper. “In his report, it stated that Philip found out that Hogan rejected his mate, Elaina, and took Elizabeth by force to become his woman.” F*ck it, Philip. You really knew how to use your brain! I looked at Jasmine, and she was frozen in her spot. ‘Jasmine. You know that this is not the truth! Speak up! Tell them what Philip did to Hogan!’

“Right, the Hamilton family… Is she, an ordinary woman, even worthy of them?” Una was seething with jealousy, her eyes cold. But she suddenly had an idea. “Ms. Amelia always puts on a sweet act in front of Mr. James, pretending to be in love with Mr. Thiago, presenting herself as meek and mild. But she’s already betrayed Thiago. She’s secretly with President Hamilton. How else could she have a new relationship so quickly! Wouldn’t it be great if we could expose her hypocrisy on Mr. James birthday, sis?” Helen gave a knowing smile and took a sip of her high-end English tea. “That’s a great idea, but it’s all your imagination. I didn’t say anything.”

" She wanted to know more, everything about the exact story. "Well" Natacha stretched her word as she stood a step away from Lilia, "Prince Philip is getting married in the next two. He broke the news to Sarah who couldn't take the heartbreak. With anger, she picked up a knife and stabbed herself" she narrated with no pity in her voice.

She would not take this through slander court if she had any say; she would rather starve the rumor of oxygen. At home, Jamaica stepped through rooms that were familiar with the sound of her footsteps. Portraits regarded her. Servants glided as if choreographed into gild rather than obligation. She stood before a portrait of Philip: youthful, handsome in oil, eyes gentle. For a moment she let memory slide into the casing of heady determination. Then she turned.

She had spent so long trying to force Kaden onto the throne… that she had completely ignored the obvious truth. Philipa had always been the stronger child. The more capable one. The one truly worthy of ruling Crestmoon Pack. And now— It was time.