Adonis awoke to a message from one of his guards, conveying the elders' urgent request for a meeting. With his mind preoccupied by the ongoing crisis involving Oliver, he hurriedly made his way to the tribunal hall, expecting to discuss matters related to the kingdom's predicament. However, as he entered the hall, the elders had a surprising revelation awaiting him. Their expressions bore a mixture of concern and anticipation, hinting at the gravity of the news they were about to deliver. Adonis, feeling a sense of intrigue tinged with apprehension, took his place among the council of elders. He couldn't help but wonder what had led them to summon him with such urgency and what unexpected developments might be at play. As soon as he sat, the eldest elder among them, cleared his throat to address the prince. "Your Highness," he began, "we understand the pressing matters that have consumed your attention lately, but we felt it necessary to inform you of an unexpected turn of events."
Adonis could feel the heavy silence weighing on the gathering, like a storm cloud ready to burst.He knew he had to say something, anything, to divert the president's attention and quell the mounting suspicion.So, with a convincing smile, he leaned slightly forward."Ah, Oliver," Adonis began, choosing his words carefully, "he's a bit out of town right now, attending to some pressing 'prince business,' you know how duty calls."The president chuckled, a warm smile gracing his face."That's Oliver, always on the move, ever dedicated," he remarked, nodding appreciatively.The collective tension in the room eased a little at the president's understanding response.Plates of delicious food continued to make their way around the table, and the festivities gradually resumed.Conversations shifted to lighter topics, and the burden of Oliver's absence seemed to momentarily fade away.Yet, beneath the veneer of celebration, the weight of secrets remained, casting a subtle pall over the gather
Adonis had made his way to the bustling kitchen, where he intended to give the cooks instructions about the dinner preparations. As he started discussing the menu, to his great annoyance, the president's daughter, Flora walked in once again, her demeanor exuding confidence and entitlement.She glanced around the kitchen, her eyes resting on the pots and pans bubbling with the meal that had been meticulously prepared according to Adonis's orders. To everyone's shock and disbelief, she calmly instructed the cooks to throw away all the food they had been preparing for dinner.The kitchen staff exchanged perplexed glances. They found themselves caught between the wishes of their prince and the daughter of the country's president. It was an impossible situation. Adonis clenched his fists, irritation and frustration building inside him. This was not how he wanted to spend his time, dealing with the whims of an entitled guest.The head cook finally mustered the courage to speak, her voice qu
The morning sun painted the room with a warm glow as the president prepared for his journey to visit the ailing King Archie. He had expressed his intention to stay longer, but the urgency of his friend's illness compelled him to make the trip as he had to see him no matter what.Meanwhile, Adonis, determined to accompany the president's entourage to the airport, rose early and ventured into his bathroom to begin his morning routine. Unbeknownst to Adonis, the president's daughter seized the opportunity to sneak into his room. Her motives were far from noble; she looked for something incriminating to implicate Adonis.Her eyes darted around the room, scanning for anything she could use to teach him a lesson for turning her down in such way and for speaking to her so rudely before the maids. With each passing moment, her anxiety grew as Adonis neared the end of his shower. Time was running out, and desperation gripped her.Finally, her gaze landed on Adonis's cell phone, perched innocen
Tension filled the room as everyone awaited the president's response. His daughter wore a mischievous grin, savoring the unfolding drama. However, to the surprise of many, the president let out a deep sigh and cleared his throat before addressing Adonis. "Having assimilated all of this that you said Oliver had done, what plans," he inquired, "do you have for finding your stepbrother now? How do you plan to get him to pay for all that you have accused him of?"Adonis felt a surge of elation upon witnessing the president's response. He leaned forward, his voice earnest, as he began to explain his efforts. "Mr. President, I've already gotten the police to investigate the case," he began. "They managed to locate Oliver once, but he mysteriously escaped. Even I myself caught him as well but he yet again escaped right under the scrutiny of the commissioner of police himself, and even though I am very disappointed at my efforts getting washed away, I have no choice but to give them another c
In the dimly lit warehouse, the atmosphere was thick with tension as Oliver, Lord Bassey, and Oliver's uncle huddled around a table. A few other shadowy figures loitered nearby, their faces obscured by the shadows.Oliver's voice carried a hint of sorrow as he spoke of Harriet, the lost love that still haunted him. "I regret what happened between Harriet and I, I still can not believe that she would betray me like that, even when I was trying to help her poor and stupid ass, after all that I did for her that that wretched Adonis could not, I took her into my own home and I was already even thinking and planning on getting married to her, she was supposed to be my queen and then she goes around to stab me in the back like this? Bitch," he admitted with a heavy sigh.Both his father, Lord Bassey, and his uncle, however, were not in a mood for sentimentality. "You must forget about her," Lord Bassey urged sternly. "She's the reason you found yourself behind bars. A prince like you turned
In the dimly lit chamber of the palace, Adonis and Jesse huddled together, their minds focused on the elusive Oliver. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air.Jesse, ever the strategic thinker, broke the silence. "Your highness, do you think Oliver might have left the city? I mean, we've scoured this place thoroughly, and there's been no sign of him."Adonis furrowed his brows, deep in thought. "You might be right," he finally conceded. "It's possible he's fled elsewhere."He recounted the president's promise to enlist other security authorities to search different cities across the country. "But," he continued, "we can't just rely on them. We need our own search team, too."Jesse nodded in agreement. "So, where do you think Oliver might go?"Adonis sighed, grappling with this question. "That's the tricky part. We need to think like him. Where would he consider safe? Where would he lay low?"Their eyes met, determination etched on their faces, as they prepared to unravel the
The old man knew he was in trouble the moment he laid eyes on Adonis. He hurriedly got to his knees, his voice quivering with fear as he began to beg profusely. "Your Highness, I didn't know it was you. Please forgive my rash behavior. I didn't mean any disrespect." His pleas were desperate, his voice quivering as he begged for forgiveness.Adonis however knew deep down that there was no forgiveness in his heart for this trespass and so he finally spoke, his tone stern and unforgiving. "You should have thought twice before shouting at someone you couldn't see. Such behavior is unacceptable, especially when unjustified."The man's pleas grew more desperate, tears welling up in his eyes. "Your Highness, I beg you, please reconsider and forgive me, I am so sorry and I'll never make such a mistake again."Adonis, unyielding in his decision, made a harsh proclamation that sent shockwaves through the room. "I hereby seize this store. Everything inside it will be confiscated and removed. Jes
Meanwhile, in the palace, the elders sat in somber silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they waited for their prince’s return. Jesse's watch seemed to tick louder with every passing second, a constant reminder of Adonis's absence. They all shared the same unspoken hope that Adonis would return safely, that his plan had succeeded.Suddenly, the room was jolted by the abrupt entrance of an excited messenger, who burst into the chamber with breathless urgency. "The prince is back!" the messenger exclaimed, unable to contain his joy.Without hesitation, the elders and Jesse rushed outside, their faces alight with anticipation. Their hearts swelled with relief and joy as they laid eyes on Adonis and Valerie, who walked toward the palace in a regal and triumphant manner. Adonis, his presence commanding, strode majestically with Valerie by his side, a living testament to the successful rescue.Jesse approached them, his relief was obvious as he greeted the prince with a deep bow. Adon
Adonis clenched his fists, his anger boiling over as he continued to listen to Oliver's sinister demands. "You heartless bastard!" he spat, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and desperation. "What do you want with my wife? She's innocent in all of this and you know it! This is not necessary at all!"Oliver's voice remained chillingly composed as he replied, "Adonis, your wife's fate is in your hands. All your protests and shouts won't change a thing. H\You know what you need to do but I will be a darling and just repeat them for you: step down from your position as the heir to the throne. Then, prepare an official statement, one that will be signed by the kingmakers and the tribunal. And this time, that is not all that you will do, let me add one more that I have not added before, Adonis, you will deliver this statement to me in person, and only you should come with it."Adonis attempted to reason with Oliver, his mind racing for alternatives, but before he could make any headway
The next day, as Adonis stood at the crime scene, frustration and weariness washed over him. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders, burdening him with unanswered questions. He recalled the call he had received from Oliver during his joyous wedding party, the moment when everything had taken a dark turn.He turned to the acting commissioner, his eyes burning with determination and anger. "Why wasn't I informed about Oliver's escape?" Adonis demanded, his voice filled with frustration. "I trusted you to keep this city safe, to keep my loved ones safe!"The acting commissioner sighed heavily, his gaze filled with remorse. "Your highness, I didn't want to ruin the joyous atmosphere of your wedding day," he admitted. "The truth is, the police station was attacked, and Oliver managed to escape yet again. We kept it from you to preserve the happiness of the moment and also due to the fact that it was just so hard to tell especially since its not his first time."Adonis
Heril's eyes remained widened in disbelief even when Adonis confirmed what he had just said. He couldn't fathom that his little sister was engaged to the Prince of the city. It all felt surreal, like a dream."Valerie, is this true?" Heril asked, still struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.Valerie nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "Yes, Heril. Adonis and I are engaged, you still think that I could never get such a man?"Adonis decided to show Heril the depth of their connection. With a gentle smile, he approached Valerie, his eyes locked onto Heril's. He embraced Valerie tenderly, pulling her close to him. It was a silent but powerful gesture that spoke volumes. Adonis was staking his claim, declaring his love for Valerie in front of her brother.As they stood there in that heartfelt embrace, Heril's initial shock began to give way to a sense of acceptance, and perhaps even happiness for his sister. Adonis even went further to gently ra
As they made their way back to the palace, Adonis decided to contact his lawyer to inform him about Oliver's capture and discuss rescheduling his case.He dialed the lawyer's number and, after a few rings, the lawyer answered."Hello," the lawyer said.Adonis replied, "Hello, it's Adonis. I wanted to let you know that Oliver has been apprehended, so we need to reschedule my case as soon as possible."The lawyer, however, had some news that Adonis wasn't entirely pleased with. "I understand your urgency, Adonis, but the city currently has a backlog of cases, and it might take some time before we can secure a new date for your hearing."Adonis, slightly frustrated, responded, "you’re saying that even as a prince, I still have to wait too?"The lawyer, maintaining his professionalism, explained, "It's a matter of protocol, Adonis. We'll do our best to expedite the process, but we must follow the established legal procedures."Adonis, though not entirely satisfied, reluctantly agreed, rea
As Adonis and the elders anxiously awaited news of the police mission's outcome, a sense of unease hung heavy in the air. Adonis couldn't help but consider the myriad of possibilities that could derail their plans. What if Oliver had somehow learned of the police's approach and was lying in wait to ambush them like he had done twice? What if his henchmen had already scattered upon hearing of the police's arrival? Maybe he still had more minions giving him information? Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and Adonis' patience and hope was starting to waver. Some of the elders began to voice their doubts, questioning whether everything was truly unfolding as Adonis had envisioned. They had been waiting for nearly an hour, and the absence of any updates was gnawing at their patience too. Adonis remained silent, but the seeds of doubt had already been sown in his mind. The uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that their carefully laid pl
While Adonis stood in the room with the unconscious guard, Jesse suddenly busted in, holding Adonis's phone. The screen displayed an incoming call from an unknown number, which, in their world, meant it was likely Oliver on the line. Adonis took a deep breath and answered, bracing himself for what was to come. "Adonis," Oliver's voice echoed through the phone, "it's time." Adonis couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Who tipped you off about our coming?" he demanded, hoping to unravel the mystery. Oliver's response was far from what he expected. "Oh! I had no idea you were coming, Adonis," he replied, genuine confusion in his tone. "I didn't even know you had been to our previous hiding spot. But it seems even nature is conspiring against your success." The revelation left Adonis perplexed, wondering how Oliver had managed to stay one step ahead without any external information. Oliver continued, hinting at his usual threat. "Get ready, Adonis," Oliver warned. "The second p
The tracker had arrived, and Adonis wasted no time briefing him on the task at hand. They needed to locate Oliver through a phone call, and the tracker assured them that he could accomplish the job. He emphasized the necessity of a ninety-second call to pinpoint Oliver's location accurately. With their plan in motion, they turned their attention to the captured guard, their determination unshaken. They needed him to make the crucial call to Oliver, even though he had deleted all traces of their previous conversations. Initially, the guard remained silent, stubbornly refusing to cooperate. But as the pressure mounted, he finally relented and dialed Oliver's number. The call went through, and Adonis took the phone, speaking calmly but urgently. "Oliver," Adonis began, "we've captured one of your minions yet again." There was a pause on the other end, and then Oliver's voice, cold and calculating, responded. "Who told you those were my minions, Adonis? They were nothing more than tool
Pleasantries were exchanged as they all settled around the table at the casino. Adonis observed the familiarity the elders shared with King Clark, who greeted him with a hint of amusement."Prince Adonis," King Clark said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "it's truly delightful to finally meet the lost but found prince in person."Adonis, though puzzled by the king's words, offered a polite nod. "Likewise, King Clark."However, as they indulged in the various games and distractions the casino had to offer, Adonis couldn't help but sense a subtle shift in the king's demeanor. What had started as a friendly encounter took an unexpected turn when King Clark began to act rudely.He fired questions at Adonis with a mocking tone, each one designed to taunt. "Do you know how to play the 'rich men' games, Adonis? After all, you've just become a prince. Do you know how to act rich, or have you been poor your entire life?"The others at the table remained silent, aware that King Clark was simply