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
She was visibly startled by the sight of her father at the door, in his wheelchair, staring up at her in a conclusively concerned manner. In a bid to not alert Oliver on the fact that there was a high tendency her father had heard what they'd discussed, Harriet shut the door close before turning to her father.She hadn’t expected him eavesdropping, but it was something that was bound to occur at any moment of their stay in the house. And it had been just a few days back, after what had happened to Oliver, that her parents had moved to the house to keep her company. It had been worthwhile during the period she was alone, but at that moment, she saw their presence as nothing but a disturbing burden that she mostly wondered what still kept them back from moving back to their own allocated home.“What are you doing here, Father?” she inquired, her gaze repudiating. “Harriet,” his tone of voice confirmed the fact that he had definitely overheard her conversation with Oliver, so she headed
Adonis's shoulder hung dejectedly as he made his way to his chamber, his feet lagging as they dragged him up to the room. There was nothing to hide anymore, as his identity had already been revealed, so he needed not to stay in the hotel any longer. The palace was his home now, and the title of a Prince was his.A title that caused him the only shimmer of hope he’d gotten from life.His expression was a mix of guilt and sadness as he strode into the room that was intricated with Princely dignity and explicit—his room. He was too distraught to notice the little changes that had been implemented in it. The wardrobe change. The linen curtains that hadn’t been there before. All of those did not matter to him, but Valerie.The fact that had dawned on him that he was losing her forever plunged him into an engulfing depression that he could barely utter a word. In his distraught state, he could barely prepare himself for the family banquet that was supposed to hold that evening on his behalf
They awaited just so eagerly for him to take up that morsel of food into his mouth and mark the end achievement of their mission, but the ruckus that seemed to be happening outside the room disrupted him from doing so. Thus, as he was pricked with somewhat curiosity on what was going on, he dropped the spoon to the plate and stood to his feet, making his way towards the door. In a panic fidget to make him eat the meal instead of leaving the room and getting the job over with, the maids tried compelling him with words to disperse his attention from whatever was happening outside his room to eating the food, at least a spoon full, but Adonis wasn’t one to be deterred when his attention had already been pricked by curiosity. Pushing them aside from his way, he escaped through the door, only to find his Father—King Archie—lying unconscious on the ground just right in front of his room, surrounded by lots of panicking servants and maids. An addition was the queen. Shoving them out of his w
“The only way right now we can get rid of Adonis,” Harriet began uttering to Oliver with a low, yet unsuspicious tone of voice in the distinct chill of their room, encamped with the luminousness of incandescent bulb lights, as she was wary of her parents eavesdropping. Oliver's gaze was keenly fixed on Harriet, attentive to hear what she had to opine. “Is to try kidnapping him first.”From where he sat, across the room at the reading table, his head drew back with a calculating expression as he pondered on her words. “Kidnap him?”“Yes,” Harriet replied assertively. “If we just get our plan right this time—without any untrustworthy third-person getting an idea of it, it would surely be a success.”It prodded Oliver to more reasoning. He wondered if kidnapping Adonis was as much easier as it was to say it, but since it was another fresh-from-the-start idea, and the previous one had failed without even a beginning success, there was no harm in him paving way for this one to be carried o
It wasn’t very long before the sudden disappearance of Adonis spread around the palace like a stormy weathered breeze, only, it couldn’t just die down. One of the out-house workers in the palace had discovered the next day after Adonis's abduction a golden wristband on the ground just few meters from the palace—Adonis's wristband, and Jesse had been immediately told the news. He'd contacted the royal elders but restrained from telling the King in his still incapacitated state after he had gathered men to search the entire palace and confirmed that Adonis was truly missing. Then, an emergency meeting with the elders on the matter was held, and Jesse had the honor of being present in the meeting to witness whatever decisions they would take and also make his own opinions. When they were all seated, all ten of the royal elders as well as the important royal councils and Jesse, in the meeting hall, the meeting commenced.“Dearest members of the royal council and elders,” spoke the chief
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