Linda’s heart pounded in her chest as she hurried around the reception hall, trying to fix the disaster. She and her team worked frantically, adjusting the crooked ribbons, replacing the wilted flowers, and trying to clean up the mess. The pressure was overwhelming. Fifteen million dollars on the line? How could she possibly make this right in time?Her hands trembled as she tied another ribbon, but it still didn’t look quite right. Her crew was equally stressed, rushing around and making quick fixes, but it felt like nothing they did was good enough.As Linda knelt down to pick up a broken mirror, she heard footsteps approaching. Before she could even stand up, a well-dressed servant tapped her gently on the shoulder. She jumped, startled, and turned around.“Hello, madam.” The servant said politely, his voice was calm.Linda blinked, still trying to catch her breath. “Hello, sir,” she replied, with a shaky voice.The servant straightened up. “Are you Mrs. Linda Baines?”“Yes.” sh
Linda stood in the middle of the room, her body was trembling as she struggled to find her voice. Her hands, which were already sweaty from the pressure, clenched together as she swallowed hard."Fine, Your Majesty, the decorations are going fine." she said in a shaky voice, trying to sound confident.Romeo, who was still staring out the window, let out a soft chuckle. His laugh caught her off guard, and she blinked in surprise."Come on, Mrs. Baines, speak the truth." Romeo said, his tone was gentler but it still carried a weight of authority.Linda’s breath hitched. She fidgeted nervously, unsure of how to respond. She hadn’t expected him to press her like that. "Um," she stammered, "to be honest, Your Majesty, things are... not going exactly as planned." Her voice wavered as she spoke. "But please be rest assured, we are professionals, and everything is being taken care of."Romeo’s shoulders stiffened. "Why should anything go wrong with my sister’s wedding, Linda?" He asked, his
The next day dawned bright and clear, the air was buzzing with excitement as final preparations were made for Gabrielle Stormbreaker’s wedding to Major General Hein Bürst. The palace grounds were transformed into a vision of elegance and grandeur, with lush floral arrangements, twinkling lights, and rich fabrics that were draped over every surface. The scent of fresh roses, lilies, and jasmine filled the air, mingling with the sound of musicians tuning their instruments for the grand celebration.Guests began arriving in droves, and their carriages lined up outside the palace. As they entered the grand ballroom, their eyes widened in awe. The massive chandeliers sparkled like diamonds, casting a warm glow over the room. The decorations—every garland, every ribbon, every centerpiece—were perfect. Linda who was nervous before, was now standing on the sidelines, watching with a sense of relief and pride as people admired her work.“I must say, this is the most stunning wedding I’ve
The idea seemed impossible, laughable even. Romeo Stormbreaker was a prince, a man of incredible power and status. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he notice her, of all people?“No.” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. “Don’t be ridiculous Linda, he just appreciates the good decorations you did.”She couldn’t let her mind wander down that path. She wasn’t worthy of his attention—she didn’t even belong in the same world as him. Linda tried to convince herself it was nothing, just a moment of confusion or misunderstanding. There had to be another explanation. Pushing the thoughts aside, she forced herself to smile again, focusing on the laughter and conversation around her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it.Linda was still trying to calm her racing thoughts when something else caught her attention. Across the ballroom, a stunning woman had entered—s
Linda’s heart was still pounding as she stood in front of the grand staircase, holding the envelope tight in her hand. The servant’s words echoed in her mind: "He is expecting you in thirty minutes, upstairs." She glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to notice her slip away from the crowded ballroom. Her feet felt like they were moving on their own, carrying her up the wide, marble steps.The higher she climbed, the quieter the sounds from the ballroom became. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor, and soon she found herself on the upper level, where the air was cooler, and the opulence of the palace was even more striking.The walls were adorned with shimmering tapestries and golden chandeliers, casting a soft, warm glow over everything. Linda felt almost out of place in this grand, royal space. But as she reached the balcony that overlooked the ballroom, something caught her eye.She paused and leaned over the railing, gazing down at the scene below. Her brea
Stormbreaker raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. “Why do you ask? No one, not even my father, has asked me how I got my scars.”Linda’s curiosity grew. The way he moved, the way he spoke… something about him felt familiar, as if she had met someone like him before, but she couldn’t quite place it. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the strange feeling. “Oh, um, nothing. I just… wanted to ask.”The general’s intense expression softened for a moment. Inside, Romeo Stormbreaker could feel his emotions bubbling up, the urge to tell her the truth was becoming harder to resist. He had kept his identity hidden for so long, and now, standing in front of her, he felt a deep pull to reveal everything. His hand unconsciously rose to his mustache, as if to prepare himself for what he was about to do.“Linda,” he began slowly, as his voice was quieter now. “I want to tell you something.” He was evading her question about the scar, but the truth he needed to reveal was far more imp
Four days later, Linda sat alone in her bedroom at her family home, staring out the window as the last bit of sunlight disappeared behind the hills. Her mind was spinning, unable to focus on anything else. The room was quiet—almost too quiet. She should have been able to sleep, but no matter how much she tried, it just wasn't happening.She lay down in her bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin. The room was dark, and the only sound was the soft rustling of the curtains as the wind blew through a crack in the window. She sighed and turned over, trying to find a comfortable position, but her thoughts kept drifting back to General Romeo Stormbreaker."Why can't I stop thinking about him?" she thought, frustrated with herself. She had only spent a few moments with him, but those moments felt like they had etched themselves into her mind. His voice—strong and commanding—still echoed in her ears. His scent, that mix of leather and pine, seemed to fill the room, even though he was mil
An hour later, Linda sat on the edge of her bed, anxiously waiting. Her heart thudded in her chest as she stared at the clock, wondering if Romeo would actually show up. The house was quiet—too quiet—and her mind wouldn’t stop racing. Then, finally, the doorbell rang.Her breath caught in her throat. She hesitated for a second, but then forced herself to stand. She made her way down the hallway, with each step slower than the last. When she reached the door, she paused, and her hand hovered over the handle. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it open.There he was—Romeo Stewart, standing in front of her. He hadn’t changed much since the last time she saw him. His tall, sturdy frame filled the doorway, and his dark eyes met hers. His cheek still bore that familiar scar, that was similar to that of Romeo Stormbreaker. But something else struck her, something she hadn’t noticed before—Romeo’s body structure, the way he stood, even the height—was eerily similar to General Stormbreaker.H