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
The next morning, Romeo woke up slowly, he looked disoriented for a moment as he remembered where he was. Linda was still nestled beside him, with her head resting on his chest, and with her body still relaxed in sleep. His arm was draped around her, as if protecting her from the storm of emotions she'd let out the night before. The room was still, and not just that, it was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light streaming through the curtains.Carefully, he shifted his body, trying not to wake her. His mind was racing. He couldn’t shake the thoughts of the night before—Linda’s tears, her confession, her longing for someone else, for General Stormbreaker. She had no idea that Romeo and Stormbreaker were the same man, two sides of him she couldn’t yet reconcile.Just then, a soft buzz broke the silence. Linda's phone lit up on the bedside table. Romeo glanced at the screen, squinting to make out the name."Jasmine."Jasmine was Linda’s friend from her decoration business. Th
Just after a round of sex, Andrew Baines lay back on the bed, casually wrapped in a sheet while the woman next to him, the "banging hot chic" with dark, flowing hair, played with his hair. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she leaned in, planting a kiss on his bare shoulder.“This place is nice,” she purred, tracing her fingers down his arm.Andrew smirked, glancing at her. “Only the best for you, babe.”She laughed softly and settled closer to him, resting her head against his chest. They seemed comfortable, like this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this.Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The woman sat up, her eyes were wide with panic. “Who could that be?”Andrew frowned. “Probably nothing. Just relax.” But the knocking came again, this time it was louder."Go away!" Andrew barked, his irritation began to rise.The woman was clearly nervous now. “What if it’s—”“It’s not,” Andrew snapped, cutting her off. “Just stay calm.”The knocking persisted.Andrew
The figure stepped into the room, and Andrew's heart dropped. It was Linda, his wife. She stood in the doorway, her eyes turned wide with shock and her mouth was now slightly open. Her gaze flicked from Andrew, half-naked and wrapped in a towel, to the woman still sitting in bed, clutching the sheets around her.“Andrew?” Linda’s voice trembled. “What are you doing here?” Tears began to well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. “You were supposed to be in Belonte! What are you doing here, half-naked, with this woman?”The woman in the bed, now panicking, glanced between Andrew and Linda, her eyes started darting around the room as if searching for an escape. She looked terrified, as she was caught in a mess that she didn’t want to be part of.“Wait, baby, wait!” Andrew said, stepping toward Linda, his hands were held up defensively. “I can explain!”Linda’s eyes narrowed, her face began twisting in hurt and anger. “Explain?” Her voice cracked. “What the hell do you mean, expla
Two days later, on a bright morning, Romeo found himself standing in front of the massive gates of the Davidson estate. He knew that getting Mrs. Davidson on his side was his best chance to wreck Andrew Baines. But he knew that convincing her wasn’t going to be easy, especially as he was the one doing the talking.Inside the estate, Mrs. Davidson was still on house arrest. A security guard stood at the front door, and cameras were hidden in every corner, watching her every move. Even so, she went about her daily routines within the house as if nothing was out of the ordinary.In the spacious living room, Mrs. Davidson was in the middle of her early morning yoga session. She stretched out on a thick, plush mat, and her movements were graceful and controlled. Two servants stood nearby, holding trays with water and coffee.As she bent down to touch her toes, one of the servants, a young girl named Lily, winced in pain. Her hand was aching from holding the tray too long, and suddenly