“Do you think he's inside?” Toria whispered over Harriet's shoulder as they stood behind a wall across the street, peeking from the distance to see if Adonis' house was empty of him. They had just recently been asked by the apartment owner of the apartment they lived to renew their already due rent that they had just a three days to pay him off or he would throw them out of the house, as Adonis hadn't paid the next rent like he was supposed to before everything that happened, happened adding to that, the man was a very impatient person. They (Harriet and Toria) had decided to come over to Adonis' house with the hope of him not being inside, and stay over for a while before Harriet finally carried out the genius plan she was still cooking up in her mind to restore the whole situation to a mild and favorable one.“He's got a title as Prince now, hasn't he?” Harriet uttered, rhetorically. “So he'd probably be in his Royal kingdom, drinking tea and meeting old people to be here. ”The wor
A mellow rock and roll jazz played from the speakers and Oliver bobbed his head in a rhythm to the beat as he wheeled the steering, but he was soon disturbed when his phone blared up a call ringtone.He took up the phone from the passengers seat beside him, wore on his connected earpods, and slid the answer button.“Yes?” he said in a level voice.“Your highness,” the familiar voice on the other line boomed. “There's bad news. ”Oliver glanced into the phone again to properly view what the caller ID was and saw that it was his Richie, his trusted guard who'd always been his ears and eyes whenever he wasn't in the palace. There was an uprise of curiousity in him and he yearned to know what this bad new was, because whenever Richie said there was bad news, there was bad news.“What's it, Rich?” he probed, swerving the car to an empty lane as he drove.“The King found his first son, your highness.” Richie reported. That dropped like a bombshell inside of Oliver.“What?”He knew about it,
The blaring of the noisy, intermittent ringtone of his phone filled the room, pulling him from the warmth embrace of sleep into reality. Adonis let out a groan, disturbed by the phone that wouldn't just stop ringing.“Who is it this early morning?” he croaked as he reached towards the bedside table where his phone was. Eyes closed, he felt his way towards the phone till his fingers finally touched its side, and he picked it up.Holding the phone to his face, he opened his eyes groggily, narrowing it to slits from the refraction of light the phone exuded. The number calling was an unknown number, and Adonis wondered who it was.Sliding the answer button, Adonis held the phone to his ear.“Hello?” His morning voice hadn't cleared off, so it was hoarse and very croaky.“Prince Adonis,” The person whose voice sounded older and deeper, addressed. It took a moment for Adonis to process the words before it dawned on him again that he wasn't the regular Adonis, but he had an elevated status a
He attempted shaking off the nervous feeling that engulfed him each moment he thought about the tribunal and the fact that it was fast approaching. Even as the king had assured him that he would talk to one of the Kingmakers to excuse him, he couldn't help but worry about it. What if they didn't let him go and then he would have no choice but to go?He wavered the thought from his mind and at that moment, his phone blared up its usual incessant ring beside him on his bed. He glanced at it briefly, noting the caller ID as JESSE as he picked it up.“Hello?” he spoke, expectant on why Jesse had called him. Jesse was one of the palace workers the King used to pass over information to him whenever he wasn't in the palace and there was something important he needed to know. And as every one of Jesse's calls were important, he wondered what important detail Jesse had for him from the king.“You're highness, ” Jesse addressed. “There's news. ”“What news?” Adonis inquired with inspired curios
“I would have loved to go with you to the bank, sir, but I can’t,” The manager told him once they’d gone a distance from the estate’s gate. “I have a work pile I have to attend to urgently.”The expression on his face was pleading, and Adonis had no choice but to let him go.“Just tell me the directions to the bank from here, ” Adonis said. “Then I can head over —”“Oh, it’s just over there!” the manager pointed at something behind Adonis. He turned in the direction of whence the finger pointed and saw it from the distance —It’s tall magnificence and beauty, and it was just straight ahead.“It was nice meeting you in person, sir, ” the manager remarked with a nervous smile hinting on his lips. Adonis nodded in reply and in an anxious movement, he stretched out his hand to Adonis for a handshake, mentally deliberating whether shaking Adonis was wrong or right with the way Adonis just stared at his hand. He eventually shook it and felt the man’s hands shaking as they shook his hand. He
“Don’t!” Everyone turned their attention to the woman dressed in a corporate yet fancy dressing, a woman they’d rarely ever seen with their eyes, rushing out frantically towards the scene. Everyone watched her in silence as she approached them, directly towards Adonis. The wealthy man was piqued by confusion as the woman he’d told Adonis would never pay him attention was right in front of them, offering Adonis a welcoming look. “Sir,” Don Louisa said with an acknowledging smile, her fingers interlocked on her body-fitting pencil skirt. Everyone was perplexed at the words she had just uttered and thereby, they started to mutter. “I was informed that you had arrived so I had to literally rush down.” “These people weren’t very welcoming, ” Adonis replied, glancing at the guards and all that were there. Don Louisa’s gaze fell on everyone, causing them to be silent. “Doesn’t everyone have work to do!?” she snapped. At that moment, the crowd began to dissipate, even though they were heap
Freezing the Dan's family's accounts caused a quick, major bankruptcy in the family, and the news spread across the whole city like wildfire within minutes. It was the talk of the town that even some local talk shows seeking attention chipped into making it their center topic of discussion. Their fashion industry was on the verge of closing down from the bankruptcy and a huge pile of paparazzi flooded their door step at every moment for info on the reason why such a huge industry as that had suddenly gone bankrupt in a matter of minutes. The whole thing was a burden on Mr. Dan that frustration began to explore his senses and put them to use as he wondered what on earth had happened. His son, Gabriel Dan, standing right in front of his desk with his gaze lowered, wasn’t helping in the slightest bit to ease the matter as he kept his mouth shut. “Answer me, Gabriel,” he gritted, his palms holding his aching head in place as his elbows leaned on his paper filled desk. “What did you d
The court was packed up with a crowd of civilians than it had ever been since it’s establishment and people still flocked in with regards to the court hearing. It had become a date almost everyone in the city had set since the incident the previous day with Mr. Dan's fashion industry. Every one wanted to see this prince that had been rumored to have caused the bankruptcy with their eyes, as it piqued their interests a lot more that he was the King's lost but found son. Not everyone was allowed into the court, but they stayed in wait outside as info from the reporters in the court room already came to them. Harriet and her mother were among the batch of people who’d came that was allowed into the court to witness the tribunal with their eyes. Harriet wanted to see him again – Adonis, for no better reason than to confirm the identity he’d proclaimed to her. And also the second Prince, who's identity she wasn’t familiar with, but as she had heard from her friends, was amassed with gor