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
When the car door opened, the cameras clicking became louder. Everyone watched in yearning as a leg stepped out first from the car. But to everyone’s disappointment, the person who came out of the vehicle was no Prince – but a lawyer.The moment they recognized Lawyer Herman's face, the most popular and best lawyer in the whole city, as he stepped out of the car, they heaved a sigh of frustration, and some of confusion, reviving their indistinct mutterings that turned to noise. The lawyer was unfazed by their retaliation as he marched into the courtroom, his briefcase in hand and with the most serious look he could offer.The brows of those in the room creased to a puzzled frown at the sight of Herman, who they hadn’t been expecting, the King most especially.“Good morning everyone!” he greeted the small crowd of people in the room with a polite gesture. “Good morning, officials,” he directed to the six officials sitting with an impatient, puzzled gaze.“Good morning, His majesty, Y
“So, Your highness,” began the official with the longer hair at Oliver as he looked into some paper documents. “Why do you think you should have the throne instead of the King's first son as it is supposed to be?” he asked. Standing up, Oliver comported himself to answer the question. “First of all, as I have mentioned before, I have more knowledge of this kingdom than my step brother does.” He pointed out. “Ever since I was little, I was trained to know how the kingdom works. I’m familiar with it’s political aspect as well as the financial aspect that if I were to rule this kingdom, it won’t fall into shambles,” His eyes met with his mother’s again and he saw her give him proud nod, building up in him the confidence he needed to continue his speech. “If the kingdom were to be attacked by another stronger kingdom, how are we sure you won’t lead the army men to their deaths and cause the kingdom to be captive?” The dark lady official questioned as she rested back into her chair. “
The moment he had been proclaimed winner of the hearing, and he watched Oliver walk out of the courtroom in fumes, Adonis stepped out of the vehicle he was in – a black Toyota Camry parked in an opposite direction of the court. He was well cladded with a hoodie and face mask as a disguise that anyone who knew him would not be very able to tell it was him if he passed by them. He wanted to confront Oliver, with the rising confidence that surged through his veins again, and rub the embarrassment in his face for what he had done to him when he was Adonis – a penniless pauper who had to survive on the insults of men like bread and coffee. He still was never going to forgive Oliver for how he made out with his wife in front of him, and made him lose his job. But maybe this tribunal was Karma's way of hitting Oliver, and it appealed Adonis. He passed through the crowd of people that could seemingly squish a person into a pancake like figure. Peoples bodies practically clustered against e
“Hey,” he called out to the boys as he approached the scene in an attempt to get their attention, which he very well got. The teenage boys – as they were about four persons – stared at Adonis like he was walking poop. “What’s going on here?” he inquired, his being keen on knowing why the boys bullied the lesser boy who looked lanky in size and distraught as his gaze never raised from the floor. “What do you want now, Mister?” The oversized teenager among them jeered. Adonis turned and gave him a cautioning glare, before repeating his question. “I said, what's going on here?” “What does it look like to you, Mister?” another with blonde hair and freckles piped up in an impolite manner. “We're trying to get our money from this idiot who refuses to pay us.” Adonis saw himself in the boy on the ground twenty years ago, when he'd gotten in trouble with the seniors at the orphanage. Just as in this scenario, he had been rounded over and had been severely beaten, all because he’d taken a
He heard the indistinct mutterings above him and glanced up. Sure enough, his neighbors – couples and non couples – stared down at him and his bags from their balconies as the ones who were couples muttered things to each other while their lips were curved up into a smile.. He knew the smiles on their faces were mocking, and his heart was pricked with the feeling of annoyance and confusion. He heard some of their mutterings; that he was being thrown out because he couldn’t pay the rent money, but Adonis knew that wasn’t the case. He'd paid an advancement of triple the rent money to be disturbed by such inconvenience as an uninformed quit notice. It gnawed at him to find out the reason behind this uncalled act, but the desire to know the state of his flat piqued him first. He grabbed up two of the bags – as there were about six of them out – and made to head up to his flat to confirm the dissenting feeling he had, but before he could make a movement, the Landlord stepped out from
The news that he had to reveal his identity came as a unexpected yet expected surprise that he had to think on it for hours. If he calculated rightly, Oliver still did not know his identity yet as the Prince, his brother, and as Adonis, and he still didn’t want the latter to find out. But he couldn’t run away from that anymore. He had to accept the fact that they were going to know his identity sooner or later. But it seemed better later than sooner. But meanwhile, the next day, Adonis made up his mind to get a new set of clothes as a change. His old, casual ones were wearing out, and were bringing him batches of insults, so he needed a change. That he wanted a low-key profile didn’t mean he was going to keep on dressing like someone he needed desperate financial help, which was not his status anymore. He left the hotel for the nearest cloth shopping store, and the one he found made his insides scream perfection. It was as small as a boutique, yet had a glamorous and inviting ext
Adonis introduced himself to Valerie, then she insisted on buying him the clothes he needed.But Adonis, being gentlemanly with a standard to not allow a lady, whatever her status, buy him something so expensive, declined her offer incessantly. He would get them himself and not put her to doing it. All he needed to do was figure out what had happened to his card.Something inside of him didn’t want him to leave her without getting to know her at least, and when she asked him to grab brunch with her at the nearest coffee shop, he didn’t decline.“So, what’d you do that Oliver was insistent on bullying you?” she asked as they were seated at a table by the glass wall facing the busy street inside the coffee shop that was overwhelmed with the aroma of brimmed coffee and baked goods, two glasses of smoothie in different flavors on each of their side on the table. “I mean, he does bully people a lot, but not people he doesn’t know, else you’ve done something to him.”“I…” Adonis didn’t wan