The villa Jackson drove into was constructed on large hectares of land. And the light from tall poles made everywhere look like daylight. The wall was painted purple, and at the front of a big castle stood a huge statue of a lion that symbolised their connection to royalty. Some guards in blue uniforms bowed to welcome them into the villa. And one among them pointed at the car park far off and then raced after the Bentley. He stopped in front of the passenger's side at the front seat, bowed and muttered as he opened the car door, "Welcome, Prince Andrew. All your family are waiting in the dining room for you, please come with me." Andrew stepped out of the car, smiled at the guard, and then gestured at Jackson to come with him. "Wow!" Jackson exclaimed a the sight of various exotic cars awaiting the royal family. He shakes his head and utters, "It's good to be rich. Imagine driving a car that matches the colour of your clothing whenever you are going out." "There are choppers and
Three ladies with white aprons over their blue uniforms arrived with trays filled with meals, and they placed them on the dining table, set some plates in front of the five people and began to dish the meal onto their plates. As for Jackson who had never eaten with a rich man before, his eyes gawked at the grain, mutton, vegetables, fruit, fish, bread and wines in his front. "I hope you are enjoying the meal?" Miranda peered at her brother and asked. "Yeah," Andrew answered back as he took another bite of the mutton, he nodded with satisfaction, chewed the meat in his mouth and let out, "The mutton is soft and succulent. And the bread is soft and sweet." "Andrew is right, " Jackson who had been looking for the opportunity to compliment the proficiency of the culinarian announced with a satisfying grin. Mr Elizabethan smiled as he picked a strawberry, peeked at it, took a bite and muttered, "I am very happy that all my families were here with me... I wish your mother was here, s
"Tell me about Berger multinational company. What we are into and everything I need to know," Andrew asked Mirinda. "Berger multinational company is into the production of eighty per cent of the world matches. And we have branches in different countries around the world," Miranda answered back. "Tell me about the organisation?" Andrew asked. "The organisation is owned by our grandfather, and he shared all the assets with his two only sons when he was crowned the king of Orange County. But my dad was able to increase the Elizabethan's shares." "When did Isabella take over the control of the organisation, and why did she lose so many shares to our rival?" "Two years ago. And everything started going downhill after that." "Tell me about Grandpa?" "He is a nice old man and he adores you so much. He is the one who named you as his crown prince. I'm sure he will be here with the rest of the royal family members tomorrow." "Tell me about the other family?" "Uncle Teddy is my dad's
Andrew woke before the cock crow the following morning. After tossing on the bed for a while, he stood up and dragged his feet towards the window, drew the curtain and then peered as the sun rose over the artificial lake far off. In comparison, the Elizabethan villa made the O'Connor villa look like a kitchen, and the beauty of his home impelled him to stand in awe.After some moment at the window side, Andrew sighed and went into the bathroom, and the cold water seemed to rejuvenate his vigour. To satisfy his younger sister, Andrew put on a blue suit, golden chain, leather wristwatch, and matching golden shoes. And he looked royally as he stepped out of his section of the villa, into the long corridor, and banged on his sister's door. "Hello, Miranda. This is Andrew, open the door. The door was opened, and Miranda's head poked out of the curtain. "Good morning, Andrew. Hope you slept well," Miranda let out as she jerked the door open, gaped at her brother, nodded with contentme
Unknown to Andrew, Isabella had poured some glue on the cushion, and this made him stuck as he tried to stand up. "What's wrong with you, Andrew?" Miranda asked with a face filled with fear. "I don't know. I am glued to the cushion and can't move," Andrew answered back, tried to pull himself off his seating position, lost his balance whacked his head on the dining table, staggered and fell with a loud thud. "Oh my gosh!" Miranda screamed out. "Holy Madonna!" Jackson mumbled. Jackson and Miranda scrambled towards Andrew, jerked him up and fussed over him. "Are you okay, Andrew? Hope you aren't hurt?" Miranda asked as tears rolled down her pretty face. Jackson's eyes darted all over Andrew's body, and his face suddenly became sad when he muttered, "Your head is bruised and blood is trickling out." "Am okay, guys. Just pulled me out of this fucking chair." After several miserable efforts that made Andrew whimper with pain, he gestured to Jackson and Mirinda to wait, turned towar
"Why are you delaying me? Bring me the painting and let me be on my way," a man's voice boomed from inside the mall. "I think Joel deserved to be punished for wasting our time... We have been here for almost an hour, for heaven's sake," a female voice let out after. "That is Bush's voice, and the other voice is familiar," Miranda mumbled and quickly increased her strides. "I am very sorry, Mr Bush. I remove the painting from the shelves and hide it so that it won't be sold. But now, I don't remember where I kept it," Joel announced. "You better find it now before I lose my attitude," Bush cried out and then turned towards Andrew and Jackson as they entered inside. "Hello, Joel," Andrew let out. "What are these two losers doing here-," Bush paused his speech, removed his arm from Benny's waist and gawked at the lady at the back of Andrew and Jackson's back. "Bush!" "Miranda... What are you doing here?" "I came with my brother to buy a gift. And what are you doing here with
The Elizabethan villa was booming with the sounds of the voices of visitors when Andrew, Jackson and Mirinda walked into the balcony that leads into the general parlour. "I guess our guests have arrived," Mirinda let out. She held Andrew's hand, gestured to him to walk faster and announced, "I think we are late." On the cushion chairs in the middle of the long parlour were several richly dressed ladies and gentlemen, and all eyes turned to them as they walked inside. An old man who was dressed in purple regalia and an aristocratic look peeked at Andrew and mumbled, "This must be my grandson... Come here and hug me." His voice was steady despite his age, and he stood up, drew Andrew closer and held him in a tight embrace. Andrew bowed when he was released from his tight embrace. He looked into the smiling face of his grandfather and let out," Good afternoon, Your Highness. I am happy to meet you." "Impressive... My baby had grown into a perfect gentleman." "Thank you, your highn
"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