Viktor hesitated before answering, clearly uncomfortable with the news he had to deliver. "I'm afraid, my lord, that young master has requested for some time to tie up loose ends before he comes to see you. He's asked for ten days to finish some important matters."Eloise's face fell, and she looked crestfallen. "Ten days? Why does he need so much time? We have been waiting for years for this moment, and now he wants to delay it further? Father, can't we convince him to come sooner?"Xavier, however, was more understanding. "Perhaps he has some personal matters to attend to. We must respect his wishes and give him the time he needs. Don't forget that we want to build a relationship with Edward, not rush him into something he's not ready for. Besides, we have waited this long. Ten more days won't make a difference."Eloise still looked unhappy, but she nodded reluctantly. Xavier put a reassuring hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Patience, my dear. Good things come to those who wait."E
The following morning, the sun had just started to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Brenda walked in, holding a steaming cup of Brazilian coffee in one hand and a small tray of breakfast pastries in the other.She carefully placed the tray on the bedside table, taking a moment to admire Edward's peaceful form as he slept soundly. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was mesmerizing, and she could not help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was in such a deep slumber."Rise and shine, sleepyhead. Dad is waiting for you in the living room," she said in a gentle voice, brushing his hair away from his forehead.Edward stirred, his senses slowly awakening to the delicious aroma of the coffee. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and took a deep breath, savoring the rich fragrance of the freshly brewed beverage."Thanks," he mumbled, his voice still a little hoarse from sleep. He reached out to take the cup, taking a small sip and feeling the
Richard Balmore's voice was shaking with fear and anxiety. "It's about my hotel, Arial. There was an attack yesterday. It was like a warzone, with gunfire and heavy weapons. I don't know what happened exactly, but the media is reporting it as a terrorist attack. They are saying that the terrorists were after someone, and the residents of the city are claiming that it was my family who was the target. It's chaos out here, Mr. Windsor. All of my business partners are pulling out of their contracts with me, and I don't know what to do."Edward's heart was breaking as he listened to Richard's words. He knew that he was partly responsible for what happened at Arial Hotel, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. He could not imagine how Richard and his family felt, being the ones to blame. But despite the inner turmoil that raged within him, he simply could not summon the nerve to divulge the truth. His conscience was gnawing at him, but he ultimately chose to keep quiet, knowing that the co
He sighed, feeling a weight on his shoulders. "It's nothing, really. Just some family matters that I'm trying to sort out."Brenda's expression softened as she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?"Edward smiled appreciatively at her gesture. "I know, and I appreciate that more than you can imagine. But it's just... complicated. This is something that I need to handle on my own for now."Brenda nodded understandingly, not wanting to pry any further. "Okay, just know that I'm here for you if you ever need me." Edward leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Thank you, Brenda. You're amazing." Sophie chimed in, "You guys are so cute. I hope I find a guy like you someday, Ed."Edward chuckled at Sophie's remark, feeling a bit embarrassed but also flattered. "Oh, I'm sure you will, Sophie. You're smart, beautiful, and have a great personality. Any guy would be lucky to have you."Brenda smiled mischievously. "Or maybe you'll jus
Intrigued, Brenda's curiosity got the best of her. "What things, Ed?""I have some research to do," he said, his voice low and purposeful. "There's a certain someone I need to dig up some information on." Brenda's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why can't you just ask someone else for information?"Leaning in closer, Edward's voice dropped to a hushed tone. "Because, my dear, it's essential that no one else knows about my plans."Brenda's eyes widened with surprise and worry. "Just promise me that you'll be careful. I don't want to see you getting hurt."Edward smiled reassuringly. "I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing." With that, he gave Brenda a quick hug and made his way to his room. He nodded to himself, fully aware of the gravity of his intentions. He could not afford to let anyone else in on his plan to kill Stevan Petrovich. The consequences of such knowledge could jeopardize not only his mission but also his own safety. He needed to be discreet and gather information witho
Brenda nodded, her heart fluttering with excitement as Edward referred to her as his princess. She could not help but feel a surge of gratitude for having someone like Edward by her side. He smiled, and they made their way towards the garage where his Bugatti La Voiture Noire was parked. The evening sun bathed the luxurious car in a golden glow, accentuating its impeccable design and sleek lines. Brenda marveled at its beauty as Edward opened the door for her, a charming smile graced his face. She gracefully slid into the plush leather seat, feeling a surge of exhilaration mixed with a touch of disbelief at the opulence surrounding her.As the engine purred to life, they admired the impeccable craftsmanship and the powerful hum that resonated through the car. Edward expertly maneuvered the vehicle onto the road, smoothly accelerating to a moderate speed that matched the flow of traffic.Edward glanced at Brenda, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So tell me. What were your high sch
Edward felt a jolt of shock ripple through his body as Viktor uttered the name. Stevan Petrovich. The very man he was supposed to eliminate. The weight of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, threatening to knock him off balance. How could this be happening? How could fate twist its cruel hand in such a way?Though unfamiliar with Eloise and her daughter, Ivy, Edward could not ignore the familial bond that tied them together. Questions swirled in his mind, demanding answers. Why would Ivy agree to this engagement? Was it driven by love, or were there hidden motives at play?Edward's confusion persisted, but he understood the gravity of the situation. He could not afford to make rash decisions or let his emotions cloud his judgment. So, he decided to investigate the circumstances surrounding the engagement, whether it was Ivy's decision, or that of the Windsor patriarch. His hands trembled slightly as he ended the call with Viktor, his mind racing with a torrent of thoughts. He
Brenda's mind whirled with a torrent of emotions, each one competing for her attention. Amidst this internal chaos, a pang of concern pierced her heart. It was not because she still harbored any lingering romantic feelings for Luke, but rather a fear of accidentally hurting Edward and creating unnecessary tension between them.As Brenda and Edward stepped into the grand ballroom, the opulence of the surroundings captivated her senses. The venue was a testament to luxury and elegance, adorned with cascading floral arrangements that seemed to defy gravity, and sparkling chandeliers that illuminated the space with a dazzling glow.Amidst the laughter and joyful chatter permeating the air, Brenda's eyes darted around the room, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of Luke. She was eager to assess the authenticity of the rumors and prepare herself for whatever awaited her.Edward, who noticed Brenda's unease, furrowed his brow and tenderly squeezed her hand. His concern reflected in his ey