3 — WORLD BUMPING DAY
Song for the Chapter: The Only Thing That Matters by Kevin Levar
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Sometimes, we all need a little push—bump—to get us in the right direction. No matter how uncanny it might seem.
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"So, this is your schedule," the Vice Principal smiled at Violet as she sat behind her opulent desk.
"We know of your injury and would not force you to involve yourself in any physical activities unless you feel well enough to,"
She was a genteel woman who seemed to be in her early 50s, grey streaks highlighting her hair. She appeared to be the kind who didn't flaunt her position as most others in such positions would.
Despite her understanding smile, Violet felt overwhelmed by the many classes she had to take. Due to her fencing, she had always been exempted from classes whenever she needed to.
But this... felt different. She felt like she was going to suffocate under the load of the abrupt changes in her life.
Having already had a trying day, which involved waking up earlier than usual to help prepare breakfast for the family—a rather large one which could probably feed all of Afghanistan.
Violet gathered her equilibrium and willed herself to smile back. She took her tablet which had been loaded with her schedule and everything she needed for her classes and walked out.
This is my fate... God's plan for my life now.
She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for the briefest moment as she reflected on her elder brother's words.
Everything is going to be alright, she thought to herself. Would it not?
She recalled the previous night's encounter and immediately shook her head. No, she wasn't going to dwell on her encounter with the Ice Prince.
Violet pulled up the school map on her tablet and tried to locate her first class for the day, when the premonition of a presence surrounded by evil hit her like an avalanche.
Since she had first received the Gift of THE SPIRIT, she often had visions and a keen sense of the presence of the spiritual realm wherever she went—and she felt it at that moment.
This time, it was a feeling of someone approaching. And that person had a tormented soul plagued by something she could not quite point out.
Violet always tried to ignore such feelings as much as possible.
Think of something else, Violet.
She was still lost in her musings when someone bumped into her from behind. Swiftly regaining her balance, she felt the sting in her shoulder.
"Ouch," she muttered.
"Don't you know your way around yet, Blue?" A sardonic voice called from behind her.
She whirled around.
Do I know him?
He looked vaguely familiar. Violet then realised where the feeling of the demonic infliction had come from. And, it registered into her spirit all too quickly—to her discomfort.
Turning to fully face the person, she met the mocking glare of a tall green-eyed boy.
You bumped into me and my name is not Blue, her heart screamed out. Where did that nickname even come from?
But from somewhere deep within, a quiet Voice willed her to remain calm. She looked into his eyes and saw a hurting soul behind the mask of indifference.
Violet drew in another breath—it was a habit she had cultivated during her training whilst fencing.
She knew she was going to be using it in this place more often than not.
She gave a brief smile and stepped out of his way, still trying to remember why he looked familiar. She stretched out an arm.
Move on, her gesture implied.
He huffed and moved past her into the main hall. It was only then that Violet noticed the two other boys trailing behind him.
They swaggered with an air of ownership.
"So, that is one posse around here. I see," she muttered to herself after they had passed and she glanced at her watch.
Oh no. I am going to be late for my first class if I don't hurry.
She sped up, trying to recall the location she had read from the map and glancing ever so frequently at her watch.
She soon neared the door which read "R-AP HISTORY",
What-ever is R-AP History?
She slowed down and glanced at her schedule to make sure she was at the right place when she bumped her head into something rock solid—or rather, someone.
Did I miss something? Did someone neglect to inform me today is the World's Bumping Day?
"Ouch," she touched her forehead slightly. She expected the person she had bumped into to give another snarky remark or to berate her.
Gradually with her palm still on her stinging forehead, she raised her eyes to the tall figure in front of her and froze at the icy gaze.
Though she had met him the night before, she hadn't seen his face too clearly. But, the feeling of temperatures beginning to lower was still intact—and that was without exaggeration.
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The Night Before:
"Did no one tell you this place is off-limits?"
Violet's eyes widened in horror as she jumped, not as much from fright as the iciness that permeated her being from the voice that spoke.
She turned and saw a figure with broad shoulders barely illuminated by the garden lights, sitting with his back turned toward her.
Is that an easel? She noticed despite her fright. She couldn't quite make it out.
The figure turned his face ever so slightly towards her, but the shadows made his features hard to read.
"Or do you lack a sense of direction?"
"I'm... I—," she didn't complete her words when he stood up with—yes, it was an easel—and spoke turning his back towards her again.
"Just watch out next time."
And he was gone before she knew it.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to the wind, finally finding her voice.
Despite not seeing him clearly, she could tell who he was—Prince Vincenzo.
Once more, she felt that feeling of gloom surrounding her. And she knew she had stepped into uncharted territory—again.
Was it ever going to end?
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She finally saw him clearly in the daylight. His hair was dark brown and his blue eyes were as icy as his voice.
He looks like a sculpture from the Grecian era.
Blame it on my infatuation with Greek history.
Which one will he pass for?
It finally hit Violet like an epiphany.
She knew the boy she had first bumped into had looked familiar!
With features akin to the one who stood before her—except for their different eye colours, of course—he was the youngest son of the Ferraris.
She had seen him in the family painting hanging in their home.
"If you will excuse me, I have a class to get to."
"And here I thought noblesse oblige allowed the lady to enter first," her eyes widened and she clasped a hand over her mouth when the words slipped out without forethought.
The corner of his eyes twitched the slightest bit—a gesture she could not decipher as positive or negative with the rest of his demeanour being so indifferent.
She immediately stepped out the way of this Ferrari—again.
The bell rang just as he walked to the front of the class. Vincenzo gently rolled his sleeves as he took his seat at the teacher's desk, unlocking the tablet set before him.
She felt her body grow numb as she followed through the same entryway and her brain tried to compute it all.
Wait... was he a teacher here and for that matter—hers?
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Hola muchachos! I hope by God's Grace you are all well. What did you think of this chapter? I find myself thinking of cars when I see Ferrari.
2 — UNCHARTED TERRITORY
Song for the Chapter: Lead Me Back by Morgan Harper Nichols
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No matter how grey the sky seems, remember; the sun always shines at the end of the storm.
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THIRD PERSON POV
Violet felt a sense of loneliness as she stood in her new bedroom. It was comfortable, yes. But, it could never be what she once had.
She still couldn't push away the feeling of being denuded of her old home—and most especially, her brother.
She recalled the conversation she had with her brother before they had left for the Ferrari's Villa.
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"Vee, everything is going to be okay, alright?" Her brother had said in his ever-soothing tone. "This is just but for a moment. Soon, God willing, we will be together again."
He had patted the top of her head and ruffled her dark hair playfully.
That brought a smile to her face. She knew her brother didn't want to let her go. But under the circumstances, he had no other option.
"Alright," she responded softly.
"Promise me you will try your best to be cheerful every day. And don't forget, they only know we are somehow related, but, not directly as siblings."
He looked her directly in the eyes, his brown eyes ever so tender and soft.
"I know, who would think we are siblings? The beauty gap is huge," she tried to joke.
"And who is at the bottom?" he joined in.
She sobered and swallowed, giving a faint nod, "I promise."
"And also remember, even if I'm not there—GOD is with you wherever you go."
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"So, this is will be room for now. You will be expected to help out here and there in the kitchen and with house maintenance when you return from school," the main housekeeper pointed out.
She was a stout middle-aged woman with olive skin and a name tag that read, Clarice.
The room was smaller than she was used to and much simpler, but, she felt grateful nonetheless.
As Clarice showed her around her room, she strengthened her resolve.
I have to be strong. This isn't going to last forever. The Lord will see me through.
"Breakfast preparations start at 5 AM. And, dinner preparations at 4:00 PM. I believe you will be back by then. Kindly make sure to be here on time... Violet, is it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I don't know if the family will want you to join them," Clarice's brows knit together as she tried to think it through. "Either way, I will let you know. Rest for today, and, I will reserve dinner for you in the kitchen till this is cleared up."
The lines on her face suggested she might have had a hard life, but, she was pleasant at least.
She was the only person she had met since entering the household—besides the security, of course—having been told she would finally get to meet the members of the family later on.
Now that, was something Violet didn't feel so confident about. But she had to face it, either way.
After Clarice left her to unpack her things and settle in, Violet felt the need to speak to her HEAVENLY FATHER. For she felt deep within her that her time there was going to be quite a journey.
She knelt to pray and felt HIS Presence light up the room, permeating every corner darkness seemed to have occupied in times past.
But, the rest of the house was going to require more than one moment of prayer.
GOD is with me.
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Darkness was approaching, and Violet decided to take a walk and acquaint herself further with her surroundings before going in for her dinner.
I might as well practice before I go.
She grabbed her fencing bag and set off. As she walked, the events of her life played over and over in her mind.
She paid no heed to her environment as she allowed her mind to wander even further.
Why does this place seem so gloomy?
Her mind then drifted to the Prince she had heard so much about, the Silent Ice Prince.
Is he really as everyone else claims?
She felt like she had stepped into uncharted territory. Right from her first day in the beautiful Villa, she could feel a sort of loneliness and gloominess hovering around—and secrets.
The splendour and glamour appeared to be impotent to mask that emotion.
She decided to walk to the garden Clarice had shown her whilst giving her a tour of the place earlier on.
She had made it clear to her that some places were off-limits.
But her sense of direction had somehow deluded her that night.
She took many turns till she thought she had found it.
Is this the one? Oh, well.
Stretching a bit in the cool night air and engulfed by the fragrance of the flowers surrounding her, she finally unzipped her fencing bag and took out her sword.
She began to practice her rhythmic movements despite the sting in her shoulder when a chilly voice halted her.
"Did no one tell you this place is off-limits?"
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Violet failed to register the exquisite kitchen she found herself in and almost forgot how to eat for a moment as she sat at the table.
"What is it? Is the food not to your liking?" Clarice asked.
"Oh no," she snapped back to attention. "It is wonderful. Thank you."
Clarice might have smiled a tad bit, but one couldn't tell.
"You are a polite one, aren't you?" She went back to setting the dishes away.
Violet thought she heard her add, "Heaven knows no one here is as polite."
She tried her best to focus on her meal, mentally reminding herself of the process of eating.
Scoop some food with a spoon. Direct it to my mouth... masticate and swallow.
There, she could do it. But it wasn't her fault she had lost her ability to reason after the encounter in the garden. Where she had met... Prince Vincenzo aka The Ice Prince.
He had to be the one.
There wasn't anything strange about him, yet, there was. She could not place nor describe it. As his icy eyes had looked at her, she seemed to have forgotten how to talk—and the effect still protracted.
As she eventually grasped the process of getting most of her food into her mouth and cleaning out the plate, Clarice shooed her to her room saying she was already done with the day's tasks.
She thanked her once more and walked to her room—secretly glad it was on the down floor of the villa, hence reducing the chances of having any other surprise encounters.
Shutting her door, she headed straight for the shower.
I do not know why they call him the Ice Prince, but, I know I need a hot shower.
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Hi, everyone!
Please, please, please, do comment and let me know if you find this interesting or not. I don't know if I should continue.
Song for the chapter above.
And, (come closer for a little secret) I have trouble pronouncing some of their names myself.
CHARACTERS
By GOD'S Grace, below are the list of characters. Once again, it's our book. Feel free to make any suggestions. More might be added or changed at any point in time.
Kindly imagine them as you would have them.
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Princess Violet Lauryn Levine
17, Christian, traumatic past, sister of Prince Tal, a King Maker
Prince Tal Jediael Levine
Christian, kind and soft, cares especially for his sister; one of the Top Three of the King Makers
Prince Vincenzo Klaus Ferrari
Aka, the Ice Prince/Rude Prince, Tall, Dark Haired; also a King-Maker
Queen Giulia Sofia Ferrari
Queen; Widowed mother of Prince Klaus
Princess Ginevra Ferrari
21, stern on the outside, feisty, hotheaded—sister of Prince Klaus, a King Maker
Prince Alessandro Ferrari
17, indifferent on the outside, Prince Klaus' brother
Princess Isabella Ferrari
16, cheerful and friendly, youngest child of the Ferraris
INTRODUCTION
This story is based on a fictional world system, but set in the 21st Century.
All places, persons and constitutions are based on the writer's imagination.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
P. S. I write in British English, hence you'll find words such as, favOURite, coloUR, and such... ☺️
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Princess Violet has a rare gift; she is able to see beyond the natural eye. It has been so since her parents died. Her worldview crumbles when an injury sets her back from the future she had always thought was set in stone.
When GOD decides it is time to send her to the Ferrari household, she does not fully comprehend its purpose yet. Will her childlike faith remain unwavering under the weight of living under the roof of Prince Vincenzo Klaus Ferrari, the Ice Prince?
Will the Fire of GOD'S Love break through his barrier? Or, will it cause her to become like as he is? Cold and distant?
Find out in, "The Ice Prince".
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THE KING-MAKERS
The King Makers are a group from certain Royal Bloods of different Kingdoms. Describing them all would prove rather tedious.
But simply put, they wield enough power to enthrone or dethrone any other Royal in any Kingdom.
There were three at the top of the group; Tal Levine, of mixed-but-powerful Royal Blood, Klaus Ferrari, of German-Italian Royal Blood, often called the Ice Prince or Rudest Prince, and finally, Salvian Luke Jaye, brother of Aquilina.
1 — EDIFICE OF MY WORLDVIEW
(Song for the Chapter: GOD Will Work It Out)
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"En garde. Prêtes. Allez."
Violet launched forward, her heart racing. She willed her beating heart to be calm. She focused on her movements as she advanced. This was a game of strategy. Her mind needed to be focused.
Dear GOD, please help me, she prayed quietly within. She tried to also focus on the beings that always radiated light.
She held her sword and tried to defend against her opponent's attacks to corner her. This was her last match in the championship.
But, something felt different—not wrong, just different.
She glanced around at where they always positioned themselves during her matches—the angels. They only stood there quietly. She had seen that stance before.
But, when?
In the heat of the game, she could not recall.
Violet spun around in a circle. There were hostile spirits around, but no, there was no attack—
"En garde." the referee called out.
Okay, Violet. She pulled her helmet back on.
One more point to win.
They were at a tie—she and her opponent. After a moment of trying to get back to the mid-point, she finally saw her advantage, launched forward at tough speed, and reaching out beyond her limits, she struck. The light went on. It had been a simultaneous attack.
Violet's heart beat rapidly as she waited for the announcement. Her heart beat even faster.
Who would get the point? Did I fail?
The referee stretched his right arm out extensively, then the left, and finally, the right palm up, to finally announce her victory as a point was added to her name.
"Attaque. Touche. Point."
She screamed as the crowd also erupted in raucous applause.
"Attention, please," the referee announced trying to still the cheering crowd. "Attention. Salut."
She went to her starting point and taking off her helmet, she saluted, then she went forth to greet her opponent.
She couldn't believe it. Another gold medal. She looked for her brother, Prince Tal, amongst those who were trying to get close to her.
He beamed brightly and went forth to meet her, not realising he had walked through the midst of the Heavenly Guardians. And, as she approached him, she felt the agonising pain in her shoulder.
Agh! She screamed in agony.
"Violet?!" Her brother called out.
As her vision blurred from the intensity of the pain, she remembered. The Heavenly beings always took that stance whenever they had to give way for something to occur—for THE FATHER'S GLORY.
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"I would advise that she takes a period to have some rest. The simultaneous touch has deeply affected her shoulder," the doctor said his warm grey eyes soft with sympathy. "I think she should give fencing a break for now till she heals completely."
"No! Tal, tell them. I have to train for the next season," Violet interjected, her voice trembling with fear as she lay on the hospital bed."I'm only seventeen and have to..." her voice quaked and she broke into sobs.
"Doctor," Tal turned to him, "thank you very much. We will see to that."
The doctor nodded understandably and left the room.
Tal slowly advanced to his sister and sat by her, placing an arm around her uninjured shoulder.
"Hey," he said in his soothing and loving voice. It had always calmed her. But at that moment, she felt bereft of the joy and comfort it often gave her.
He had been the only one she had since their parents had died.
He gently touched her cheek and turned her face to himself. Gently using his fingers, he wiped her tears away.
"It's going to be okay. This is just temporary. I know it means a lot to you. But remember, GOD works everything out for our good even if we realise it or not. So, Vee, take a break as you have been told."
He pulled her into his arms in an embrace as he had often done since she was a kid, patting her back. And he softly hummed her favourite song before voicing it out, "GOD will work it out."
Other angelic voices joined in chorus and her attention was drawn to them. In her desperation, she had forgotten they were present.
That brought her comfort, even in that trying moment when she felt depressed and that all hope was lost and the world was collapsing around her.
One of the angels named Abdiel, smiled at her. The smile so familiar, which reflected that of her Loving LORD. It reminded her of many times since her childhood when all had seemed murky and dark.
Her LORD JESUS had been her ever-present Companion. She remembered when she had received her first vision of HIM.
After the death of her parents, she had been in a haze. Everything had felt overwhelming, and she had wondered if she would ever see her parents again—and she encountered HIM.
Her mind snapped back to the present; to the song they sang. They were right. Though she was in pain and felt shattered, The LORD was going to work it all out. She willed her aching heart to resign to her fate, though it seemed slow in obeying the order.
She felt her body relax as they continued to sing the song.
"Okay," she finally said, emotion filling her voice. She wiped off the rest of her tears. "Alright, I will do that. Things are going to be fine, right?"
She pulled away from his embrace and looked up at him, desperately seeking his affirmation. He smiled and nodded in his gentle manner and drew her closer again.
"And my little Vee," he went on to say, his voice thickening and expression turning grave, "I know this is not the right moment, but there is something we must discuss."
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Violet felt discombobulated, the dark evening matched her feelings as she stood at the front entrance to the Villa of the Ferraris with her brother—and her suitcase.
Well, they were not exactly alone. The angels were around, swords drawn out.
Her palms felt sweaty around the handle of the suitcase, her mind and heart feeling unsettled about the future. They would soon be ushered in.
Violet couldn't believe how things had turned out. She recalled the conversation she had had with her brother after her injury.
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"Things are going awry in terms of security," he tried to tell her as calmly as he could despite the gravity of the situation.
Because he knew it was going to be a big blow to his sister with the ordeal she was going through.
She had pulled away once more to stare him in the face, alarm and concern etched deeply on her already saddened countenance.
"Do you remember me telling you about Vladimir?" She nodded in response.
"Yes?" She replied, her tone rising slightly in question and a confused frown on her face.
"The Mafia leader they finally arrested, right? What about him?" She turned to fully look at him.
Though he tried to make his voice sound soft, she could sense the weightiness in his tone about what he was going to tell her.
Tal sighed and ran his hand through his blonde, beautiful hair. He often did that when he was going to say something he did not relish revealing.
"He has escaped, Vee. And we can't seem to find him. Our intel tells us he is targeting the King Makers. And it won't be safe for us to live together anymore. You are likely one of his targets."
"That's no problem. GOD is with me. And, you've taught me all about self-defence. All will be fine." She tried to sound cheerful, despite the deep concern engraved on her brother's face.
"It's more complex than that, Vee. So, for the sake of your safety, we have to live apart for a moment."
"What?" She was exasperated. She needed her brother more than ever before. Especially, in her present predicament.
"Being with you is the best option! We have been through a lot together and..." her voice wobbled again, the feeling of depression weighing heavily on her chest.
She remembered all they had gone through, the loss of their parents being the greatest of all.
"Vee, listen to me," he finally said to her sternly.
She knew that tone. It was a tone of finality. Her heart raced knowing she could not defy what he was going to say.
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So, as she stood before the mansion of the Ferraris, Violet knew she had no other option.
She had to stay there for at least a year, or so her brother had said.
She had to stay in the home of the coldest member of the King Makers, Prince Vincenzo Klaus Ferrari, aka, the Ice Prince, aka the Rudest Prince, and his mother and siblings—none of whom she had ever met.
And, the swords drawn by the angels confirmed what else she saw—there would be forces of darkness at work.
Being there was going to be a battle.
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Hola, wonderful family! It's been a long while. I hope you are all well. By GOD'S Grace, the second book is finally here!
It is now in the form of a series; with Princess Undercover being #1. I had initially wanted to take this "Spiritual" stance with the first.
Please, please, please, let me know your thoughts on it. This book covers areas and fields unbeknownst to me
SO SORRY FOR GOING AWOL
Hi beautiful family! How are we all doing?
I am so sorry for going AWOL. With trips and such, it has not been easy.
By GOD’S Grace, HE is helping me write the Part 2 of the Princess Trials series (yep, that’s the name of the series now).
It is a whole new take, a little more on the Spiritual side. I want to know if you would like me to resume by posting that one here or continue with Princess Undercover instead.
Love to hear your thoughts. I am so sorry once again for going off for so long.
Love,
Phela ❤️
SORRY FOR GOING AWOL
Hi beautiful family! How are we all doing?
I am so sorry for going AWOL. With trips and such, it has not been easy.
By GOD’S Grace, HE is helping me write the Part 2 of the Princess Trials series (yep, that’s the name of the series now).
It is a whole new take, a little more on the Spiritual side. I want to know if you would like me to resume by posting that one here or continue with Princess Undercover instead.
Love to hear your thoughts. I am so sorry once again for going off for so long.
Love,
Phela ❤️
The Hollywood Champion
Carl Weathers has sadly passed away at the age of 76. He was best known as the boxing champion Apollo Creed in the Rocky franchise. Later on he was recognized as CIA operative Dillon from Predator, golf mentor Chubbs from Happy Gillmore, and, most recently, as Bounty Hunter Guild leader Greef Karga in The Mandalorian. What people don't realize is that he also had a promising football career in college for San Diego State University and for the Oakland Raiders, as well as serving as a director for The Mandalorian. He was truly a champion in Hollywood.
"Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle."
-Carl Weathers (1948-2024)
Rest in peace.
#tribute #RIP #actor #legend
BY GOD’S GRACE IT’S ON AMAZON
Hi fam!
I hope you are all well by GOD’S Grace. Most have requested to have this book on Amazon and by GOD’S Grace, it’s done (though in Kindle format for now).
It will be available for free from the 27th — 31st of January, GOD willing. I’m considering making it completely free afterwards.
What do you all think? Are you glad it’s on Amazon? And should we make it completely free? I feel like doing so… XD And, should I keep posting it up here?
Please, let me know your thoughts and opinions. ❤️
Here is a link to it now by GOD’S Grace:
https://a.co/d/iNt4Xk0
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
On reaching home, Aquilina felt drained. She wasn't only exhausted physically, but mentally as well.
She tiredly took off her shoes at the entrance and slipped her feet into her fluffy indoor ones.
"Estás aqui (you're here)."
Aqui's head jerked up in surprise at the sound of Javier's voice. She hadn't expected him to be waiting around for her.
"Hey," she said softly to him, a tired smile on her face. She began to walk toward him.
"Long day, huh?"
"That's an understatement," she dropped her bag on the sofa. "I'm knackered. Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
As she approached him, she noticed how different he looked.
He often dressed formally, even at school—to show off his status.
But dressed in his khakis and a simple T-shirt, she realised how beautiful and young he was. He was just like her.
Young, yet they had both been thrown into a chaotic world filled with power-hungry fiends.
And they never seemed to be satisfied till they had trodden everyone underfoot to reach their goals.
"I got you this," Javier said softly to her.
Aqui then noticed the steaming cup in his hand. She gently reached for it.
"Mmm..." she moaned, giving him an approving smile when she realised its contents. "Hibiscus tea, my favourite."
"And I added some ginger too." He casually placed his hands in his pocket.
"Muchas gracias(Thanks a lot), Javi."
"Javi?" He cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused. "So you're giving me a nickname now, angelito mío?"
An embarrassed Aqui raised the cup to cover her face as she rushed past him and headed towards their room.
"Hey, where are you going to?" He followed after her.
"I'm going to freshen up," Aqui said over her shoulder without stopping.
"Alright," Javier finally stopped as she reached the doorway. "I'll be in the office. There are a few things I have to handle."
"Have you had dinner yet?" Aqui finally stopped, with a hand over the doorknob. "I prepared you something for later too."
"I know... but I was waiting for you."
Something in Aqui's heart melted a fraction. She could sense the old walls within—as thick as Jericho's—begin to crumble bit by bit. It wasn't much of a clearing, but it was something.
And the feeling alarmed her.
"I'll be out in no time."
She didn't give him the chance to respond before darting into their bedroom. After shutting the door, she leaned against it.
What is happening to me?
She had sworn to never give anyone such a chance in her heart—again.
After calming her beating heart with some deep breaths, Aqui finally pulled away from the door and decided to freshen up.
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"I'm sorry, sir. But all I could find from one of my spies is their address," Boris informed.
He had long practised this little speech. Boris knew he was lying, so he had to perfect his act. For his Rukovoditel'(Boss), Vladimir, was highly perceptive.
"The Homeric Estate? That's all you could find about this... Princess?"
His eyes seemed aflame with the intense anger boiling within him.
"It was very difficult to find even that bit of information. The Jaye family do cherish their privacy."
Vladimir finally stood up and pinched the bridge of his nose. He willed himself to be calm.
At his young age, he had gained all he had—becoming a Mafia leader, alongside owning some of the top leading businesses in the world—by that one virtue. Patience.
Though he was also of royal descent, he had once almost lost all he had.
He couldn't afford to make any rash decisions that would cost him all he had struggled to attain.
"The Estate is very difficult to break into," he looked away for a moment before facing Boris.
"Tell my assistant to call the other leaders of The Rebellion. I need to have an emergency meeting with them. I know who can help us get in."
"Yes, sir," Boris nodded once and turned around to leave.
He had chosen not to directly give up Aquilina.
It is all up to her fate now.
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"I can do it alone!" Aqui whined as Javier continued to wash the dishes.
He didn't say a word to her but had his back turned as he went on.
When he was done, he turned to a very distraught Aqui with a smirk playing on his lips.
"When my beautiful wife prepares the tastiest meal I've ever had, this is the least I can do."
He surprised her by placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll be upstairs going over some final documents."
Javier didn't give Aquilina a chance to reply before heading out.
Once again, with mouth agape, she stared after him — lost for words.
He keeps leaving me speechless.
She groaned and began to walk out when a sudden thought hit her, causing her to halt abruptly.
How do I tell such a loving boy, that his mother has been around all this while?
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Hi, fam! Thanks a lot for making it this far. I appreciate it. GOD bless you all.
Vladimir is above
Until next time, GOD willing.
Love,
Phela