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
“What’s the meaning of this, Oliver?” Adonis was provoked to ask out of spite. Oliver, deriving joy from the sight of Adonis being tied up in a position he had wanted for so long—at his mercy—squatted down to match gazes with Adonis.“I'm…” his hand went towards Adonis's hair locks, but Adonis cocked his head to the side, avoiding Oliver's touch. But it was inevitable, as Oliver was bent on frustrating him, and so Oliver was able to roughly feel his hair, despite his repulsion. “having my revenge,” Then his hand came to an abrupt pause in Adonis's hair, and he glared at Adonis with the same malicious glint that irked him. Then, he yanked Adonis's hair forcefully, releasing his grip as he rose to his feet.“I want you to know how it feels to be stolen from, right under your freaking nose!” he spat. His rage amidst his malicious demeanor was palpable, and Adonis knew that his life was at risk being at the mercy of this man whose blood boiled for revenge, so he tried sweet talking Oliv