Months had passed since Sorin and Andrea's beautiful wedding at the Zaveri estate. The early bloom of their marriage was like a vibrant tapestry woven with love, shared dreams, and the promise of a future filled with possibilities. Sorin continued to manage the Zaveri empire with diligence and foresight, while Andrea immersed herself in learning the intricacies of their family's wine business, eager to contribute her ideas and insights.Yet, beneath the surface of their idyllic life, shadows loomed—shadows that threatened to unravel the tranquility they had worked so hard to cultivate.---### Chapter 1: The Intrigue BeginsOne brisk autumn morning, Sorin received an unexpected visitor at the Zaveri estate. He found himself face to face with a man he had not seen in years—Jonathan Richardson, the estranged son of Victor Richardson, Sorin's old adversary. Jonathan bore a striking resemblance to his father—cold, calculating eyes and a demeanor that exuded authority."Sorin Zaveri," Jona
The assailants faltered, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected surge of energy. Sorin seized the opportunity, delivering a decisive blow that sent Jake reeling backward."Andrea, now!" Sorin shouted, his voice cutting through the din of battle.Andrea nodded, her eyes blazing with determination. With a swift motion, she activated a hidden mechanism in the floor beneath them. The room trembled as ancient wards activated, sealing the assailants within an impenetrable barrier of light.The intruders howled in frustration, their attempts to breach the barrier proving futile. Sorin and Andrea stood side by side, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they surveyed the aftermath of the battle. Jonathan, Maya, and Lila regrouped with them, their faces etched with relief and exhaustion."We did it," Jonathan exclaimed, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "The artifacts are safe."Sorin nodded, a sense of weary satisfaction settling over him. "For now," he replied, his voice tin
Months passed since the intense battle at the Zaveri estate. Sorin and Andrea, along with their allies, had managed to secure the artifacts and thwart the immediate threats posed by the Order of the Crimson Moon. Now, as the dust settled, they focused on rebuilding and fortifying their defenses.The Zaveri estate, once a scene of conflict, now bustled with activity as repairs and reinforcements were underway. Sorin oversaw the restoration efforts with a meticulous eye, ensuring every stone was laid with the resilience that mirrored his determination. Andrea stood by his side, her presence a calming influence amidst the chaos of reconstruction.As they walked through the estate grounds one evening, Sorin took Andrea's hand in his, his grip reassuring and steadfast. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, casting a warm glow over the sprawling gardens."It's hard to believe how far we've come," Andrea remarked softly, her gaze sweeping over the estate. "From battli
My father was in debt.Yes, he was a millionaire. He was.The house was enveloped in a tense tranquillity for the past few weeks. My father and mother were both busy discussing the debts in his study every day.While I, as usual, was inside my room all day, hardly going out. Not want to be a part of all this, not that they would include me. My father even stopped me from going to college. And even at the age of twenty, I was still living with my parents. I did hope to finish college find a job and leave here but my plans were ruined.I wanted to leave here as soon as possible because they didn't like me. I was just a burden to them. They made sure to keep reminding me of that.I was just a pathetic, crybaby. But I can't help but cry knowing I have no one in this world, I am all alone. Not even a single friend to comfort me.A few years back, I had Adrian, my bodyguard who soon turned into my first friend. He was really sweet to me, he understood me, and made me feel happy but...My f
My eyes were bloodshot and puffy having cried almost the whole night. My hair was a mess, and my body looked weak, both mentally and physically. Overall, I looked like crap, not that I looked good anyway.I leaned my back against the bathtub, submerging my body in the warm water, drawing my legs closer to my body, and placing my chin on top of my knees.I contemplated several times whether I should stay here the whole day, in silence and peace instead of leaving this small space and facing reality, facing the war my heart and mind are fighting, facing how much my parents hate me that they decided to sell me in return for their company.The former sounded like a better option because I didn't dare to go out. I scoffed at how ironic my name was. It meant courage, I was supposed to be courageous, not a coward. I sometimes wonder who exactly named me that.Someone slammed their fist against the bathroom door. "Drea! Do you think you can hide in there all day, come out!" It was my mother.
How many times did I dream of this moment, how many times did I play it over and over again in my mind...I walk down the aisle and the man I love, standing at the altar, waiting for me.Everything was the same, almost everything, except for my future husband who was staring at me with coldness in his eyes. It made my heart ache and tears welled up once again in my eyes. I was quick to blink them away before they caused any drama.The wedding ceremony passed in a blur and I dreaded going back to his house, to be there all alone with him. He didn't like me, not that I expected him to.During the car ride back to his house he sat as far as he could from me in the backseat gazing out of the window in complete silence.I wanted to talk to him, a normal conversation but I didn't want to annoy him so I kept my mouth shut I couldn't help but look at him, the side of his face as his head was turned towards the window probably to avoid looking at me.But that didn't stop me from staring at him
I was still lost in my many thoughts when I drifted off to sleep on the couch in the main lounge. I guess I had been sleeping for hours because I didn't notice when someone walked in. I was awakened by the slam of the door and jerked up from my sleep in fear as I thought the house was about to be robbed. I had not gotten accustomed to the fact that I was already married and living with someone. And also, if not that I wasn't thinking straight, why would I think a Billionaire's house like Sorin's, was about to be robbed when there were numerous guards in the house. I began to hear different sounds coming from upstairs and I became more confused. I tip-toed into the store room and found a golf club. I picked it up and started following the sound I was hearing, I was determined to strike but I was shaking at the same time. I mean, what could a frail young woman do to defend herself if situations come to the worst?As I made my way into the room, I heard a glass shattering on the well-t
"I wish I could lay my hands on that good-for-nothing girl! Urrrrgggggghhhh!!!! I sure would squeeze the living day out of her.""How could she do this? How foolish and clueless can she be!" Daisy Cole said angrily while pacing around her room."I do not know why you would agree to such a useless arrangement in the first place. Just look at you." She continued as she bent towards Sorin to check his wound which was now covered with a band-aid. Her beautiful black eyes traveled around his entire face to see if there was any other wound inflicted on her precious boyfriend, Sorin.Sorin tried to calm Daisy down and explain the whole situation to her but she wasn't having it. She was fuming in anger. Only if she could lay her hands on me at that moment, I'd be dead and gone."Calm down, Daisy. You're just being unnecessarily dramatic." Sorin said to her.Daisy shocked at Sorin's words, stopped to look at him,"Dramatic? Did you just say I am dramatic?""Yes, Daisy, you're just being overl