King Spencer watched Eleanor kiss the little kid's cheeks tenderly before she creepily steps out of the devil's room. Asher was his son, his first child and he was eleven years old. Right after the gas occurrence and his family were all confirmed to be dead, Asher was the only one who luckily manage to sneeze back to life. Although his entire body was badly damaged, and filled with burnt buries, he had decided to protect his son away from the world —but he took that decision because he needed to unearth the initial criminal who had cruelly murdered his family. He caught Eleanor and believe she was the murderer, but now, his son was making him feel like he had gotten the wrong person. By the time King Spencer had turned off the CCTV and taken a sharp sniff, he realized that he has been crying. He heard his son's and his slave's dialogue, but he was still confused about everything and had many questions that needs to be answered. King Spencer dashingly walked out of the surveilla
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ It was late night already, and Amelia was becoming restless and disturb as she paced in her room with both hands placed on her waistline. The thing which was eating her up was; King Spencer king didn't torture Eleanor as she had foreseen! "Did he just willingly let her go after she has slinked into his room?" Amelia said in her mind, and then, she scoffed unbelievably. “No, no away!” She growled. After a few minutes, since she couldn't take it anymore, she sauntered out of her room and stormed to the king's room. Reaching his chambers, she met some burly guards who stood at his door. "Good evening, mistress!" The guards greeted. "I wish to see the king!" Amelia rolled her eyes at them as if they were the cause of her misfortune. "We are sorry, but the king is not in his room!" One of the guards replied. "Huh?" Amelia frowned at their response, she fisted her hands and she began to wonder where the king must have gone to. It's late night already and the cl
"Let me go!" Eleanor coughed as she felt suffocated, and she forcefully propelled Amelia away from her. Eleanor was coughing, restraining, and she was battling to grasp her breath. "You!" Amelia growled at her, pointing her finger angrily at Eleanor who was still coughing repeatedly. "You were intently trying to kill me?" Eleanor wheezed, staring at Amelia. Both ladies furiously stood on the balcony, with the moonlight glistening at both of them. "I just wish you could just die right now!" Amelia yelled hatefully at her. "What!" Eleanor gasped, staring at the vicious-looking woman. "Watch your back!" Amelia threatened, and she walked out of the balcony. Eleanor coughed as she started to walk towards her room, although she didn't take Amelia's threats to heart. After a few walks, Eleanor jostled into someone and it turned out to be Cecilia. "Hey! What's wrong?" Cecilia curiously asked Eleanor, and she positioned her hand on her shoulder. "Ugh!" Eleanor coughed again, she wa
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️It was late in the night already, the mansion was silent yet steadied. In the dining room, King Spencer and Amelia we're both having their dinner. But none of them were saying a word to each other. Shortly, Eleanor comes into the dining room with a tray in her hands. "My king!" She nervously bowed at the king before lowering the tray to the table. Amelia dragged her eyes to the king and she saw how intensely he was staring at his slave —These gestures angered her, but she struggled to withhold it all in her. After all, tonight she would be accomplishing her plans of getting off Eleanor once and for all! Meanwhile, Eleanor veered around to leave the dining room. However, King Spencer called her back and she halted on her track. "Take a seat!" King ordered in his commanding tone. "What!" Eleanor choked and she spun to the king with her widened eyes. "What! My king!" Amelia gaped wildly at him, and she threw a sinister glare at Eleanor. "No, my king. I'm a slave,
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️Clarkson took Eleanor to his room, and he made her sit gently on his king-sized bed. Eleanor was still bursting into tears, and Clarkson positioned his butt on his bed beside her. "Hey, stop weeping okay?" Clarkson patted her back but still, she wouldn't stop crying. "I can't, I just can't because it's all my fault!” Eleanor wept.Thus, Clarkson drags her softly into his arms. Instantly, Clarkson felt immensely awakened and aroused when his body made a contact with her skin.This enticing sensation made him snuggle her deeper into his arms, and he inhaled and exhale her endearing scent into his snout. "I have to leave now!" Eleanor murmured to him, she was now cleaning her teary face with her palms. Then, she shifted from Clarkson. "No, don't go yet please!" Clarkson badly pleaded with her, but still, Eleanor stood to her feet. "I'm sorry!" Eleanor apologized to him, they now were standing in front of each other. "But..."I have to go, Clarkson!" Eleanor cut hi
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️It was early morning and the bright sunshine lit every spot in the mansion.Willow was stepping out of the bathroom, she was cleaning her body before she proceeded to put on her clothes. Shortly, Amaya happens to barge into the room and she rushed at Willow. "Hey, what's wrong?" Willow asked, glancing at her friend while she was putting on her clothes. "It's Eleanor!" Amaya breathed sharply, she was panting heavily and gasping too. "Huh? Eleanor? What's wrong with her?" Willow asked, and then she faced Amaya completely after she had put on her clothes. "I heard from the maids in the kitchen that she will be executed this morning by the king's order!" Amaya cried out. "What?" Willow couldn't help but laugh "That's not possible at all, I don't believe it!" "It's the truth!" Amaya helplessly gripped her hair as she ruffle them. "Huh? Wait for a second, what could be her offense?" Willow frowned hugely at Amaya, she was still having high doubts that Eleanor will b
Everyone's eyes widened in shock, they were startled to see that Eleanor wasn't dead when they pulled their heads towards her.They expected to see her head rolling on the floor. However, it was the other way round. "Zachary!" King Spencer who held his sister in his arms growled as he glared at his personal guard. Zachary swiftly appeared, grasped the sword from the huge man with a mask, and slash his hand off. "Argh!" The man had howled piercingly, and he collapsed to the ground. "I'm sorry my king, but Eleanor is innocent!" Zachary said to king spencer and then he helped Eleanor to stand on her feet. Eleanor was still shivering in fear, thousands of tensions overwhelmed her as she pictured the scene where her head would have been cut off if not Zachary had intervened. Everyone was now confused and baffled, the air in the scenery was intense and burdensome. Amaya who was kneeling beside Willow who had fainted tried to revive her back, but Willow wasn't showing any sign of sti
"My king!' Eleanor gasped once more, and the king pulled his face slowly away from her. But their face was an inch away, and their nose practically touching together. "I love you!" King Spencer confessed once more, his eyes staring at her green emerald been eyes. They were beautiful, pleasant and graceful. Madam Madison who was still shocked like the other, snapped out instantly from her reverie and she gestures at the some of the guards to carry Willow. Willow was still unconscious, the guards carried her and they took her back to the mansion. Madam Madison gave the maids and servants a knowing glance, and they all began to disperse while they were talking and chatting in hush tone."Amaya!" Madam Madison lowly called her. "Ma... Ma'am.... Ma.. Ma'am!" Amaya shuttered, she was staring shockingly at the king kissing her best friend right in front of everyone. "Let's go!" Madam Madison beckons and they both began to leave the spot. King Spencer and Eleanor we're now alone in th