2024-08-21 09:43:02"You're truly unruly, uneducated, and nothing more than a frog in a well, thinking you're so great!”
Sophia scoffed with disdain.
“That's why I despise talking to someone as lowly as you!"
Alex chuckled, “Believe me, I am trying to be honest here.”
"You? A powerful man?" she sneered, glaring at him with utter disgust.
"You can't even begin to understand how powerful I am or the people I've encountered who are far more powerful than you. They could erase you with just a sneer."
Alex laughed.
"The powerful men you know might be the ones seeking my favor, pleading for me to marry their daughters just to stay in my good graces. Trust me, you're incredibly lucky to have crossed paths with me."
What a braggart!
Sophia rowed her eyes in disgust.
She wanted nothing more than to throw something at his smug face.
How shameless could he be, pretending to be so powerful when all he had was an old military backpack?
"You might pretend not to know me and try to bind me with marriage just to get my money," Sophia retorted.
"But I warn you, that’s never going to happen. If my family finds out I slept with a poor man like you, you’ll be erased from this world. So you’d better keep your mouth shut and forget everything that happened here."
"I…"
"I don’t want to hear another word from you. Now, get out of this room," she demanded, her eyes blazing with fury.
"But…"
Alex tried to protest.
This was his room.
“NOW!”
Yet, seeing the fury in Sophia’s wide eyes, he chose not to argue.
He quietly put on his clothes, grabbed his old military backpack, and looked at Sophia one last time.
"I…"
"Get out!" Sophia’s yelled at the top of her lung.
"Alright."
In the elevator, Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He knew the woman was under the influence of a cruel aphrodisiac, one that would end her life if she didn’t have sex with a man within the hour.
If there were any other way to save her, he would have done it already.
But that kind of sinister poison had no antidote.
"What the hell have I done? I came here to meet my fiancée, but before even meeting her, I’ve already slept with another woman. Maybe this is what they call a legendary bachelor party."
As Alex walked out from the elevator into the lobby, it was around five in the morning.
The hotel was quiet, with only a few people scattered around.
Yet, as he crossed the lobby, a group of men in black—about forty of them—suddenly appeared, forming two lines and bowing deeply as he passed.
He glanced at them with little interest, his expression one of boredom as if this was something he was long tired of.
A middle-aged man stepped forward from the group, kneeling before him in a knight-like stance.
"I am Alfred Kingston, at your service, Young Master," the man declared with reverence.
Alex looked down at him. "Alfred, do you know why I’m here in such simple clothes?"
"Young Master,
please enlighten me," Alfred responded, his head still bowed."I’m here incognito," Alex explained. "And all this unnecessary fuss—are you trying to blow my cover so everyone knows who I truly am?"
"I apologize for my short-sightedness," Alfred quickly stood, turning to the men behind him.
With a swift gesture, he signaled for them to disperse, and the line of men quickly melted away, leaving the lobby empty once more.
"Tell me what you’re here for," Alex said as he walked toward a nearby sofa.
Alfred followed closely behind, like a faithful servant.
"Yes, Young Master," Alfred responded promptly.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small box.
Opening it, he revealed a black card with gold trim and a .235-carat diamond embedded in the center.
"This is the World First Royale Mastercard. With unlimited credit, just use it as you see fit."
Alfred humbly handed it to Alex.
"This card also comes with a dedicated 24/7 concierge service that is highly personalized for you alone.”
“You’ll have access to a team that can fulfill almost any request, whether it’s securing last-minute reservations at the finest restaurants, arranging private jet travel, or gaining entry to exclusive events.”
“It connects you to the most secretive circles—no one will ever say no to you."
Alex looked at the card without any interest.
Alfred continued.
"I also arranged for the newest Sport car Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a one-of-a-kind model equipped with the latest artificial intelligence technology and self-driving capabilities.”
“But since you are here incognito, I guess you won’t like it, — so here is a villa in case you need to have a long stay."
Alfred explained with caution.
Alex nodded.
"Good to see you understood. I’ll keep the card for emergencies, but you can hold onto all the other gifts you’ve prepared."
“Now, tell me what you want.”
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At eight o'clock the black envelope lay on the white cloth in front of the Baroness, and nobody at the long table had touched their toast.The Baroness had ordered breakfast laid in the great hall this morning, not the dining room, and everyone knew why. For two hundred years Tiffany brides had stood in this hall to speak their choice, and the Baroness had always kept her hardest words for it. The hall smelled of cold butter and coffee gone bitter in the pot. Grey light lay on the silver chairs.Serena stood at the foot of the table. Her husband stood one step behind her, in his old Harland coat, with his hands folded like a boy called up in front of the class.The Baroness picked up the card with two thin fingers and read it out loud, flat and dry."Halcyon Group requests the presence of Serena Tiffany on Friday, in her own name, as an independent nose. One bench has been held for her. It will not be held for anyone else."She put it down.Then Patricia laughed. Bright and sweet, the
Chapter 799
The knock came after dark. Three hard knocks, quick and careless.Not his. Her husband knocked twice, soft, then a third time, a little late, as if he was sorry to bother the door.Serena sat on the bed by the wall with the black envelope in her lap.The kennels breathed through the bricks behind her, warm straw and wet fur. A hound snored. The card had gone warm from her hands."Who is it?" she called warily."Your future, cousin," a lazy voice drawled through the wood. "Open up. It's cold out here, and I'm wearing my good coat."Julian Pryce.She slid the envelope under the pillow and opened the door four inches.He leaned on the frame, handsome in a smooth, polished way. Brandy on his breath. Night frost on the shoulders of his camel coat."You're lost," Serena said flatly. "The guest wing is on the other side of the house.""I know where the guest wing is," Julian said, amused. "I've come to rescue you from this one." He looked past her at the bare bulb and the two narrow beds, an
Chapter 780
"Sit down, Pauline," the Baroness said coldly, not taking her eyes off Serena. "Let the girl talk. I want to hear how far she'll go."Pauline didn't sit. Neither did anyone else now. Cordelia was on her feet. Preston was on his feet. Every Tiffany at that table was standing, and every one of them was looking at Serena. The footmen had backed against the wall."I'll tell you what happens if you go," Patricia said, right into Serena's face. "You walk into Halcyon. You see the clock. You see the panel. You freeze. You shake, the way you're shaking now. And the whole coast watches Tiffany Perfumes go under because a half-blind girl.""Then I'll shake," Serena said, "and I'll still beat you.""You've never beaten me at anything in your life.""You've never had to make anything in yours," Serena said. "You've only ever had to steal it."Patricia's hand came up.The slap never landed. It stopped barely an inch from Serena’s cheek, caught in an iron grip. Alex was already standing beside her,
Chapter 797
Dulcie was already in the bridal room when he got there.She was sitting on the very edge of the big bed in her grey dress, with her hands knotted in her lap. She had stopped crying. Her eyes were red and dry.Julian leaned in the doorway. He had meant to be kind. He had meant to say, Don't worry, little cousin, I won't touch you, and sleep in the chair, and go home in the morning."Don't be frightened," he said. "I'm not going to —""I know what I'm meant to do," Dulcie said.Her voice was very small and very flat, like a lesson read out loud."Mother told me. And Grandmother." She stood up. Her hands went to the hooks at the front of her grey dress, and they were shaking so hard she missed the first one. "If you send the money back, I've failed the house. And if I fail, Grandmother says I go down to the garage wing. To wait on the prince and his wife. A maid, for the rest of my life, in the kennels."She undid the first hook. Then the second."This is her fault," Dulcie whispered, n
Chapter 796
She looked at the two beds. One was by the window. One was by the wall, where the cold came through the bricks."You take the window," she said firmly."It's your wedding night," Alexander said, surprised. "You should have the window.""I had a window for two years," she said quietly. "It had bars on it. I don't want to look out of one for a while." She nodded at it. "And you keep looking at it. You did it in the hall, too. Every time a door opened, you looked at the way out."He was quiet."I'm not asking why," she said gently. "I'm only saying, take it.""Thank you," he said, and meant it.The tap dripped. Somewhere in the house, a door slammed, and somebody laughed, a long way off."I'll fix that tomorrow," Serena said briskly, nodding at the tap."You can fix taps?" he asked, surprised."I spent two years in a tower listening to one," she said dryly. "I know exactly what's wrong with it. The washer's gone, and somebody tightened it too hard to hide it.""That sounds like this hous
Chapter 795
Serena pressed her hand flat on the cloth. It kept shaking.The glass tipped. Red wine ran across the white linen, between the candles, straight toward the lace of her wedding dress."Serena?" Gideon was half out of his chair, his napkin crushed in one fist. "Sweetheart?""I'm fine, Father," she said quietly.She wasn't. This was how the dark had started, two winters ago. First the hands. Then the eyes. Then the voice.Not again, she thought. Not in front of all of them."Oh dear," Patricia said from the family table, sweet as syrup. "Is she ill? She's gone so pale." She turned in her chair. "Doctor Reeve, shouldn't she have her drops?"Every head turned to the doctors' table. Dr. Osmond Reeve had a forkful of salmon halfway to his mouth."I, no," he stammered. "No. No more drops. Not tonight, Miss Patricia.""But she's shaking," Patricia said, loud enough for the back benches. "Look at her, poor thing. After everything she's been through.""Perhaps the excitement," Reeve said weakly.
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