As Oliver couldn’t contain the upheaval of dismay and frustration at the sight of Adonis being appreciated by people, he rose from his seat to limp away towards the exit, Harriet clinging to his side as they made to the door through the throng of people. Deep down, he couldn’t deny the insecurity that piled up as did his anger, and couldn’t help buy ponder on the may things Adonis could do to him in his esteemed position and get away with. His memory reeled back to the time he’d been beaten up by Adonis's men. Adonis’s escape from the gang assault and the ban that had been placed on the gang as they were arrested. It all made sense to him then. They managed to pass the reporters without having to be stopped, as their minds were on capturing on photos of their future king for reference purpose to notice the lesser prince and his supposed lover walk out of the hall. Oliver was bitter with spite. All his life before the man he’d never expected to be his stepbrother came into the picture
After the ownership of the company of his ex-boss was transferred to his name, Adonis went out on the vengeful mission he’d set out as planned. His mind wandered off to the thought of where Oliver might be as he walked out from the palace to the garage where his car was parked, followed by an entourage of bodyguards to shield him from the impeding force of the reporters that surrounded him—probably squirming in horrification while trying to dissemble its visibility from others. He'd seen him leave the hall, limping on a leg with Harriet by his side, and it had given him the feeling of success so great over them both.But they weren’t his main focus in that moment. The reporters excessively tried pouncing on him with multiple questions, but with the help of his entourage, he made it into the vehicle without having to answer a question or be thrust upon by some rascal journalist who just wanted a report for the newspaper company they worked in.Adonis's chauffeur drove him to the locat
The moment Adonis stepped foot into the office of the landlord of the apartment he’d previously rented—the same apartment he was kicked out from with no explanation as to why he had been evicted, although he knew why—and greeted him with a mischievous smile, the landlord began sprouting rude, slandering words at Adonis, oblivious to Adonis's revealed identity. Adonis had not walked in with his cortege of bodyguards like he had at the office, thus causing the man to think he was still a poor old fella who just happened to have a change of wardrobe.As the man ranted on, demanding that he left the building immediately, Adonis watched the man in amusement, surprised that he was still unaware of whom he was talking to. Due to Adonis's incapability to leave as he demanded, and a growing annoyance at the smug look he wore on his expression, he called for the security officers that guarded the building, and they answered with swiftness to his call. He ordered them to have Adonis thrown out o
The door's bell dinged the moment Adonis stepped through its glass doors, his eyes searching for Oliver and Harriet. Then, he spots them moving around the place, from one cloth rack to another, in search of clothes they were going to purchase. Those around him that noticed his presence bowed their head in a significant reverence as he walked past them to Oliver, his expression mischievous. “Oliver!” he called out to their attention and they froze in a spot. Oliver, not failing to recognize the voice of his enemy, unhurriedly turned in the direction of Adonis's voice. Their eyes met, coursing in the atmosphere a mix of different expressions from their gazes. Oliver's gaze was visibly irked by the sight of Adonis, yet lingered a brief amount of fear and caution as to what he was doing there. Harriet was not left out in this emotion sharing battle, as hers was a trembling mess. Adonis acquired pleasure at the sight of the state he’d left them in at one glance of him, and he strode from
As they awaited Adonis's move, Oliver threw him a taunting smirk. But his proud exterior was soon extinguished when Adonis took up a T-shirt from the rack of expensive clothing worth three million dollars and bought it on the spot. This made the manager even more gleeful that he ordered one of his sales attendant to fish out racks of different expensive clothing, eager to make humongous sales as this showdown between both princes was his break way.Adonis's stunt reeled Oliver into an ocean of confusion, alarm and anxiety that he became more than skittish enough to continue the brawl. It became clear enough that it was some sort of trap Adonis was planning to lure him into, but it seemed already too late to back out, because if he were to quit, Adonis would win and he would suffer embarrassment. Meanwhile, Harriet saw Oliver's hinged expression and made to encourage him against Adonis, as she also didn’t want him to get embarrassed, therefore, causing her also to suffer the same emba
To everyone’s amazement and dismay, Adonis asked to buy the whole boutique itself, with all the goods contained inside of it. It was awe-striking and appalling to everyone that even the manager stood stunned for a moment. Silence descended on them as dew and anticipation hung heavy in the atmosphere. The request stung Oliver like an arrow to the heart that his knees wobbled in utter disbelieving fright.Harriet wasn’t left out in that marveling moment, as she also was stunned at the fact that Adonis would want to buy something that expensive and expect Oliver to counter it.Jesse, on the other hand, watched Adonis make the decision. But as much as he did not like the extravagant height Adonis was climbing, he didn’t make a move to stop him. Anything to hinder a joyous expression from etching on Oliver's prideful look.“How much does it cost? The boutique?” Adonis asked the manager with an unhinged expression, as if he had all the wealth in the world to squander without effort.“Uh…” t
Some nurses walked into the room on his confused state, holding some sheets in their arms. They noticed Adonis's presence and remarked him with a greeting before one of the nurses headed to the bed to change the sheets. Their action dawned on him a more complex perplexity, as he did not understand why they were changing the sheets when someone was still admitted in that ward, on that bed, but on a view of his expression, the less busy nurse addressed him to relieve his confusion “Sir, you must be in search of the patient that was admitted here,” she probed. “Yeah, where is she?” Adonis asked, his brows knotted as it revealed his puzzlement. “She was discharged just some moments ago, sir,” she replied, her expression docile. Adonis's brows contorted into a furrow of surprise and bewilderment, and then infuriated at the fact that they hadn't informed him before letting that happen.“How could you discharge a patient without the knowledge of the person that had brought them in?!” he q
Fuming with anger as he clenched his fists with gritted teeth, Oliver barged into his Father—king Archie's chambers to confront him on the decision they’d taken making Adonis his successor. He couldn’t stand it any longer; couldn’t tolerate Adonis any second more. The throne was still his goal and nothing could deter him from standing on the fact that Adonis did not deserve the position as their father’s successor.“Father!” he bellowed, his nose puffing invisible fume as he stepped into his Father’s room, disturbing his evening siesta. “What now, Oliver?” King Archie groaned as he laid on his back, visibly disturbed and weary to tolerate any ranting from Oliver, but Oliver didn’t notice that to respect the verity.“I assure you father, that you made a mistake making that guy your heir instead of me,” Oliver said, his expression contorted in a plight to convince the King to pay him heed. King Archie, who had already foreseen Oliver's outburst the moment he'd barged disrespectful into