Niçholas's heart raced as he looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting a suspicious crowd. Their eyes brimmed with doubt and uncertainty, causing a knot to form in his stomach. He wondered how he would convince them to leave the room so he could care for India unimpeded. He glanced at India and averted his gaze to the crowd again. Awareness settled upon him like a heavy cloak, as his eyes fell upon India's mother, her face contorted with anger at their proximity. With a clearing of his throat, Niçholas summoned his confidence, willing himself to speak with authority. "I kindly request that everyone evacuate this room immediately," he announced firmly, his voice resolute. "I assure you, I will take care of India myself. There's no need to take her to the hospital, I promise." India's mother, however, was not so easily swayed. Upset, she stepped forward, her eyes burning with anger. She looked directly at Niçholas, her voice laced with skepticism, "What skills do you possess that mak
Just as promised, Niçholas began to treat India, with the hope of curing her asthma completely, using his expert massage techniques to alleviate the tightness in her chest. India closed her eyes, feeling the soothing touch bringing her a sense of relief. Her asthma had been a constant struggle in her life, but Niçholas's unconventional methods seemed to be making a difference. As days passed, the Avendano family could see a remarkable improvement in India's health. The attacks became less frequent, and her breathing became easier. Acknowledging this change, they allowed Niçholas to enter India's chamber without any opposition. The family had witnessed firsthand the positive impact of his treatments. Niçholas knew, however, that despite the respite he offered, India would not fully recover without taking the medicine he had painstakingly created. Determined to ensure India's complete recovery, Niçholas devised a plan. He discreetly called one of his trusted employees, instructing the
"I am the one who sent the package." Everyone turned their heads in unison, their curious gazes fixated on the entrance of the grand dining hall. The sudden resonance of a voice filled the space, drawing attention and piquing curiosity. It was Alex, striding gracefully into the room, a wide smile adorning his face. In a playful gesture, he flipped his car keys in the air as he approached Lord Avendano, who stood perplexed by his unexpected visit and declaration. "It's a good morning, isn't it?" "Hold on Alex, did you say you are the one responsible for sending the mysterious package?" India's mother and father simultaneously inquired as the room buzzed with curiosity. This just seemed impossible because technically, it's impossible. Alex nodded, "I know you are surprised, but yes. I sent it." He said, his eyes flickering towards the direction of India and Niçholas. Niçholas appeared surprised; he hadn't anticipated Alex taking credit for something he hadn't done and that too, all
The Avendano family embarked on a momentous task of distributing the exclusive wedding invitations to the crème de la crème of society even though most of the family members do not consent to this marriage because they wondered what would happen when their invitees see that their daughter is marrying, no one but a wretched pauper. Lord Avendano doesn't go back on his words... He promised to marry Niçholas to India and he would do that with no obstruction. He wanted this marriage to go as smoothly as it should. They meticulously planned to invite influential families and esteemed companies to their daughter's wedding. The invitations held the promise of an opulent affair, and anticipation filled the air. It was going to be a great day. Candace was sitting in her office, trying to sort out some files when Isolde entered with an infectious smile. Candace, engrossed in her work, raised an eyebrow, captivated by Isolde's evident joy. "What has you beaming so brightly, Isolde?" Candace i
Niçholas's hands trembled slightly as he reached for his phone, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He knew he needed to have a serious conversation with Candace about what had just transpired. He never got along with neither his ex mother in-law nor his ex brother in-law, so he didn't expect a normal reaction from them. With a deep breath, he dialed Candace's number, hoping for some clarity and understanding. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, heightening Niçholas's frustration. "Who the hell is he calling? Don't even think you can threaten us with those body guards. You are just a call away from prison." Archie said. Finally, the call was answered, but it wasn't Candace on the other end. A voice he didn't recognize asked, "Hello, how may we be of help?" Confusion swirled within him as he wondered who had picked up Candace's phone. After a brief moment of silence, Niçholas mustered the courage to ask for Candace. "I do not want much... May I speak to Cand
It was the eve of Niçholas and India's wedding, a day that had been eagerly anticipated by the Avendano family. The grand Avendano Manor was filled with the hustle and bustle of preparations, as Lord Avendano meticulously attended to the arrangements, leaving no stone unturned. The atmosphere was a whirlwind of activity, with decorators adorning the sprawling field, ensuring that everything was perfect for the big day Lord Avendano, beaming with pride, oversaw every detail of the arrangements himself. The air was abuzz with activity as servants decorated the expansive field, transforming it into a picturesque setting fit for a union of two souls. Yet, amidst the frenetic flurry of preparations, Maria stood at a distance with her arms crossed, a mask of disgust etched upon her face. Maria's mind swirled with conflicting thoughts as she watched the bustling scene before her. She couldn't bear the thought of her daughter marrying Niçholas, and every beat of her heart whispered objection
Yerins winced in pain as his hand instinctively reached up to cradle his stinging cheek. The force of India's slap echoed through the air, sending shockwaves through his body. He could feel his chest tightening with a mix of anger and confusion. How did they end up here? His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, his words trapped beneath the weight of the silence that hung heavily in the air. India's eyes burned with fury, her gaze fixed on Yerins. Her voice, dripping with venom, accentuated her disdain. "Do not dare touch me in that manner ever again. Ever. The moment news of your presence reached me, I knew you had ulterior motives for coming.... You just didn't come here to felicitate me. Now, listen carefully... I demand that you never step foot in this Manor again, otherwise, you will rot in jail," she cautioned, her voice quivering with the force of her anger. With those words hanging heavily in the air, India swiftly spun on her heel and purposefully strode away, leaving Yerins
For several minutes after the cars drove away, the group stood on the grand driveway, their minds consumed by elegance, kindness and simplicity of the Royal group. The air was tinged with a mix of awe and disbelief. "There is nothing suspicious about this. If the CEO of the Royal group had sent you a gift, then... he probably has heard about your achievements and personality." Lord Avendano replied India. "I believe these are the kinds of people we should stick to associating with. People that can help us, not people who do not have family. I still can't imagine how many people will be disappointed when they saw that the latest son in-law of the Avendano is a nobody," Alex said, his voice dripping with disdain and mockery. He glanced at India who sent a hard glare at him. "Be cautious of your choice of words, Alex," India warned coolly, her eyes brimming with simmering irritation. "Remember your lineage, for you are no true Avendano. Should you wish to continue on this path, be prep