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"What's there to talk about?" Teddy asked, grinned and let out, "He asked me to allow Jacob to be groomed as the future king, but your mother refused. It takes us a long time before giving birth to a child, and we are not willing to let go of you." "I didn't outrightly refuse. There are lots of things to consider. And one of them is the doctor's report. He claimed I may not be able to have any more kids, which I later did," Ariana announced. "So we had no choice but to refuse his order," Teddy let out. "That's cruel, Dad. Did you even seek my opinion?" Jacob growled out. "How could I, when you are just a baby? We took the decision we thought its best for you at that moment." Grandpa cleared his throat and let out, "When Jacob was born, I begged Teddy to give the tot to me to be trained as the future king, but he refused," he paused his speech, looked grimly and resumed, "I have to wait for three more years until Andrew was born, and Elizabethan agreed to give him to me." "Fuck yo
Jackson was seen as he removed the smaller spoon in his food and exchanged it with a bigger spoon. His eyes darted around the large dining hall, fell on Isabella and then on Andrew. Without minding the horrific look on Andrew's face, Jackson picked up a large meat and was about to nip at it when Andrew whispered with an angry look. "Drop that, Jackson or this is the end of our friendship." "Shh!.. Why don't you close your eyes?" Jackson asked back in a hum. "Because I know the kind of man you are. Now return all the smaller utensils to your plate." "I won't. This spoon is too small for me." "Ahh! Isabella is watching you?" "What?" "Isabella. She is looking at you," Andrew whispered back and then begged Jackson to return the spoon and not to do anything stupid until the prayer was over. Jackson glared at Isabella's disgusted look and then moaned silently and promptly returned the smaller spoon to his meal. "Thank you, Lord, for answering our prayer. In your holy name, we worsh
The Elizabethan auditorium was brimming with elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen, and all eyes darted at Andrew as he stepped inside. A woman in blue attire hurried towards Andrew held him in a tight embrace, and then exclaimed, "This must be our crowned prince!" "Yes, Aunty Anita. He is my lost but found brother," Mirinda replied and then whispered at Andrew when Anita let go of him, "She is our mum's younger sister." "Heard the O'Connor family were treating you like shit after Brian's death." "Yes. Even before Brian's death. But it's okay now," Andrew answered back. "Aww! What about Andrea? How is she relating to you?" "Treated me like shit, just like the rest of the family... But Jackson is my son, and intend to take him away from them." "Your villa is large enough to accommodate your son," Anita announced, giggling and letting out, "My sister doesn't agree to your marriage with the O'Connor family, and I am sure you will meet someone better than her." "Thank you, Aunty
Jasmine is tall with a heavy physique gal, yet despite her manly look, the well-proportional lady is pleasing to the eyes. Most of the guests who were familiar with her mischievous attitude glared at her as she walked with lack of alacrity towards Andrew and Sarah, and suddenly pulled Andrew's arm and held tight to his neck, and then muttered, "Oh dearest Andrew. I had been dying to meet you... Oh! Pardon me, my name is Jasmine, and I am one of your secret admirers." "Thanks, Miss Jasmine. Please excuse me," Andrew let out and then tried to remove Jasmine's arm from his neck. "Stop that, Jasmine. Can't you see I am in the middle of a decent conversation with Andrew," Sarah's face was filled with anger when she said this, and she instantly stepped close to Jasmine and glared at her. "What! A decent conversation indeed. We all know all your decent conversations with men always end with you pulling down your panties," Jasmine teased back. 'Whack... Whack!' "Oh my gosh! You dare slap
"We are listening, Andrew." "Tell us about your fulfilled days with the O'Connor family." "You have our ears, prince!" The shrieking pulled Andrew out of his lost thought, and his face peered at the ladies and gentlemen in his front. To gain more time for his rioting mind to settle down, Andrew dipped his hand inside his pants pocket, brought out an impeccable white handkerchief and mopped the sweat off his face. "Yes. My childhood with the O'Connor family will always be treasured till I die. They were the ones who taught me about love and hatred, loyalty and betrayal, and last but not least, they showed me the difference between the good and the bad. And their drilling of me had made me a better person," Andrew paused his speech, turned toward Isabella, smiled and let out, "Yes. I was called the loathsome son-in-law of the O'Connor family because they believed I loved their daughter because of her wealth." The whole large hall became thunderous with claps and hoots, and it took
The horses' stables seemed an ideal place to hide, and Andrew was seen as he strolled among the curious horses who gaped at him. 'I was once rejected by ladies, now all of them want me... Amazing!' Even without being told, Andrew knew his change of fortune was the reason for their sudden love towards him, and this seemed not amusing to the newly rich man. 'I want true love, worse of all, I still desire Andrea.' Alone with the horses, Andrew was able to reflect on his state of mind and his emotions towards his estranged wife. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he realized he couldn't let go of Andrea now. This decision was based on two reasons.First and foremost, like Andrew, Andrea was also hoodwinked into this contract relationship, and she was a victim as well. Secondly, letting go of her is like accepting defeat from Stevenson, and knowing Stevenson to be a jerk, Andrew was afraid that he would make use of her and then dumped her after getting wh
Isabella was right, the zip of Andrew's pants was opened, and he quickly zipped up, shrugged and let out, "You can believe whatever you like. I don't care." He turned towards Jasmine, and his face was filled with anger as he cried out, "Don't ever come close to me again. Otherwise -." "Otherwise what? You made love to me, and now you are threatening me. Who did you think I was?.. A cheap harlot or a daughter of nobody?" "I don't care who you are. Nothing happened between us, and nothing will ever happen... I think you are sick and need to seek urgent medical help." "Yes, I am sick, Andrew. I am infected by your love and your eleven-inch third leg. That's enough to drive any woman crazy," Jasmine mumbled as she hurried after Andrew. "Go away from me." "Please, Andrew." "He said you should let him be," Jackson let out. Jasmine gawked at Jackson and asked, "Who are you and why are you interfering in our discussion?" "He is my friend. You are bothering him with your blabbering.
Andrew was right. He woke up stronger than he had imagined. After a hot shower, he put on a clean but inexpensive blue T-shirt and black pants, and then stepped out of his room, into the long corridor, and then to the dining hall. As expected, all of his family members were in their seats, and they all peered at him as he trudged closer. "Good morning, Dad. Hope you had a great night," Andrew murmured. "Yes, son," Mr Elizabethan answered back, he fixed his eyes on Andrew for a while, shrugged and asked, "And you. Hope you are enjoying your stay here." "Sure, Dad... Good Morning, Isabella." Isabella nodded in reply and then gestured to Andrew to sit at the chair beside her. "Good morning, Andrew. I had woken up for hours and was waiting for you," Jackson let out. "Hello, Jackson. So sorry, I slept late and woke up late," Andrew answered back and then peered at the chair Isabella was offering him. "Good Morning, Andrew," Miranda announced with a smile. "Morning, Miranda." "Se