First Love Chapter 4

                    First Love

 Chapter 04

In the narrow and untidy passage of the lodge, which I entered with an involuntary tremor in all my limbs, I was met by an old grey-headed servant with a dark copper-coloured face, surly little pig’s eyes, and such deep furrows on his forehead and temples as I had never beheld in my life. He was carrying a plate containing the spine of a herring that had been gnawed at; and shutting the door that led into the room with his foot, he jerked out, ‘What do you want?’

‘Is the Princess Zasyekin at home?’ I inquired.

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‘Vonifaty!’ a jarring female voice screamed from within.

The man without a word turned his back on me, exhibiting as he did so the extremely threadbare hindpart of his livery with a solitary reddish heraldic button on it; he put the plate down on the floor, and went away.

‘Did you go to the police station?’ the same female voice called again. The man muttered something in reply. ‘Eh… . Has some one come?’ I heard again… . ‘The young gentleman from next door. Ask him in, then.’

‘Will you step into the drawing-room?’ said the servant, making his appearance once more, and picking up the plate from the floor. I mastered my emotions, and went into the drawingroom.

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I found myself in a small and not over clean apartment, containing some poor furniture that looked as if it had been hurriedly set down where it stood. At the window in an easy-chair with a broken arm was sitting a woman of fifty, bareheaded and ugly, in an old green dress, and a striped worsted wrap about her neck. Her small black eyes fixed me like pins.

I went up to her and bowed.

‘I have the honour of addressing the Princess Zasyekin?’

‘I am the Princess Zasyekin; and you are the son of Mr. V.?’

‘Yes. I have come to you with a message from my mother.’

‘Sit down, please. Vonifaty, where are my keys, have you seen them?’

I communicated to Madame Zasyekin my mother’s reply to her note. She heard me out, drumming with her fat red fingers on the window-pane, and when I had finished, she stared at me once more.

‘Very good; I’ll be sure to come,’ she observed at last. ‘But how young you are! How old are you, may I ask?’

‘Sixteen,’ I replied, with an involuntary stammer.

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The princess drew out of her pocket some greasy papers covered with writing, raised them right up to her nose, and began looking through them.

‘A good age,’ she ejaculated suddenly, turning round restlessly on her chair. ‘And do you, pray, make yourself at home. I don’t stand on ceremony.’

‘No, indeed,’ I thought, scanning her unprepossessing person with a disgust I could not restrain.

At that instant another door flew open quickly, and in the doorway stood the girl I had seen the previous evening in the garden. She lifted her hand, and a mocking smile gleamed in her face.

‘Here is my daughter,’ observed the princess, indicating her with her elbow. ‘Zinotchka, the son of our neighbour, Mr. V. What is your name, allow me to ask?’

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‘Vladimir,’ I answered, getting up, and stuttering in my excitement.

‘And your father’s name?’

‘Petrovitch.’

‘Ah! I used to know a commissioner of police whose name was Vladimir Petrovitch too. Vonifaty! don’t look for my keys; the keys are in my pocket.’

The young girl was still looking at me with the same smile, faintly fluttering her eyelids, and putting her head a little on one side.

‘I have seen Monsieur Voldemar before,’ she began. (The silvery note of her voice ran through me with a sort of sweet

shiver.) ‘You will let me call you so?’ ‘Oh, please,’ I faltered.

‘Where was that?’ asked the princess.

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The young princess did not answer her mother.

‘Have you anything to do just now?’ she said, not taking her eyes off me.

‘Oh, no.’

‘Would you like to help me wind some wool? Come in here, to me.’

She nodded to me and went out of the drawing-room. I followed her.

In the room we went into, the furniture was a little better, and was arranged with more taste. Though, indeed, at the moment, I was scarcely capable of noticing anything; I moved as in a dream and felt all through my being a sort of intense blissfulness that verged on imbecility.

The young princess sat down, took out a skein of red wool and, motioning me to a seat opposite her, carefully untied the skein and laid it across my hands. All this she did in silence with a sort of droll deliberation and with the same bright sly smile on her slightly parted lips. She began to wind the wool on a bent card, and all at once she dazzled me with a glance so brilliant and rapid, that I could not help dropping my eyes. When her eyes, which were generally half closed, opened to their full extent, her face was completely transfigured; it was as though it were flooded with light.

‘What did you think of me yesterday, M’sieuVoldemar?’ she

asked after a brief pause. ‘You thought ill of me, I expect?’

‘I … princess … I thought nothing … how can I?… ’ I answered in confusion.

‘Listen,’ she rejoined. ‘You don’t know me yet. I’m a very strange person; I like always to be told the truth. You, I have just heard, are sixteen, and I am twenty-one: you see I’m a great deal older than you, and so you ought always to tell me the truth … and to do what I tell you,’ she added. ‘Look at me: why don’t you look at me?’

I was still more abashed; however, I raised my eyes to her. She smiled, not her former smile, but a smile of approbation. ‘Look at me,’ she said, dropping her voice caressingly: ‘I don’t dislike that … I like your face; I have a presentiment we shall be friends. But do you like me?’ she added slyly.

‘Princess … ’ I was beginning.

‘In the first place, you must call me ZinaïdaAlexandrovna, and in the second place it’s a bad habit for children’ – (she corrected herself) ‘for young people – not to say straight out what they feel. That’s all very well for grown-up people. You like me, don’t you?’

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Though I was greatly delighted that she talked so freely to me, still I was a little hurt. I wanted to show her that she had not a mere boy to deal with, and assuming as easy and serious an air as I could, I observed, ‘Certainly. I like you very much, ZinaïdaAlexandrovna; I have no wish to conceal it.’

She shook her head very deliberately. ‘Have you a tutor?’ she asked suddenly.

‘No; I’ve not had a tutor for a long, long while.’

I told a lie; it was not a month since I had parted with my Frenchman.

‘Oh! I see then – you are quite grown-up.’

She tapped me lightly on the fingers. ‘Hold your hands straight!’ And she applied herself busily to winding the ball.

I seized the opportunity when she was looking down and fell to watching her, at first stealthily, then more and more boldly. Her face struck me as even more charming than on the previous evening; everything in it was so delicate, clever, and sweet. She was sitting with her back to a window covered with a white blind, the sunshine, streaming in through the blind, shed a soft light over her fluffy golden curls, her innocent neck, her sloping shoulders, and tender untroubled bosom. I gazed at her, and how dear and near she was already to me! It seemed to me I had known her a long while and had never known anything nor lived at all till I met her… . She was wearing a dark and rather shabby dress and an apron; I would gladly, I felt, have kissed every fold of that dress and apron. The tips of her little shoes peeped out from under her skirt; I could have bowed down in adoration to those shoes… . ‘And here I am sitting before her,’ I thought; ‘I have made acquaintance with her … what happiness, my God!’ I could hardly keep from jumping up from my chair in ecstasy, but I only swung my legs a little, like a small child who has been given sweetmeats.

I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.

Her eyelids were slowly lifted, and once more her clear eyes shone kindly upon me, and again she smiled.

‘How you look at me!’ she said slowly, and she held up a threatening finger.

I blushed … ‘She understands it all, she sees all,’ flashed through my mind. ‘And how could she fail to understand and see it all?’

All at once there was a sound in the next room – the clink of a sabre.

‘Zina!’ screamed the princess in the drawing-room, ‘Byelovzorov has brought you a kitten.’

‘A kitten!’ cried Zinaïda, and getting up from her chair impetuously, she flung the ball of worsted on my knees and ran away.

I too got up and, laying the skein and the ball of wool on the window-sill, I went into the drawing-room and stood still, hesitating. In the middle of the room, a tabby kitten was lying with outstretched paws; Zinaïda was on her knees before it, cautiously lifting up its little face. Near the old princess, and filling up almost the whole space between the two windows, was a flaxen curly-headed young man, a hussar, with a rosy face and prominent eyes.

‘What a funny little thing!’ Zinaïda was saying; ‘and its eyes are not grey, but green, and what long ears! Thank you, Viktor

Yegoritch! you are very kind.’

The hussar, in whom I recognised one of the young men I had seen the evening before, smiled and bowed with a clink of his spurs and a jingle of the chain of his sabre.

‘You were pleased to say yesterday that you wished to possess a tabby kitten with long ears … so I obtained it. Your word is law.’ And he bowed again.

The kitten gave a feeble mew and began sniffing the ground.

‘It’s hungry!’ cried Zinaïda. ‘Vonifaty, Sonia! bring some milk.’

A maid, in an old yellow gown with a faded kerchief at her neck, came in with a saucer of milk and set it before the kitten. The kitten started, blinked, and began lapping.

‘What a pink little tongue it has!’ remarked Zinaïda, putting her head almost on the ground and peeping at it sideways under its very nose.

The kitten having had enough began to purr and move its paws affectedly. Zinaïda got up, and turning to the maid said carelessly, ‘Take it away.’

‘For the kitten – your little hand,’ said the hussar, with a simper and a shrug of his strongly-built frame, which was tightly buttoned up in a new uniform.

‘Both,’ replied Zinaïda, and she held out her hands to him. While he was kissing them, she looked at me over his shoulder.

I stood stockstill in the same place and did not know whether to laugh, to say something, or to be silent. Suddenly through the open door into the passage I caught sight of our footman, Fyodor. He was making signs to me. Mechanically I went out to him.

‘What do you want?’ I asked.

‘Your mamma has sent for you,’ he said in a whisper. ‘She is angry that you have not come back with the answer.’

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‘Why, have I been here long?’

‘Over an hour.’

‘Over an hour!’ I repeated unconsciously, and going back to the drawing-room I began to make bows and scrape with my heels.

‘Where are you off to?’ the young princess asked, glancing at me from behind the hussar.

‘I must go home. So I am to say,’ I added, addressing the old

lady, ‘that you will come to us about two.’

‘Do you say so, my good sir.’

The princess hurriedly pulled out her snuff-box and took snuff so loudly that I positively jumped. ‘Do you say so,’ she repeated, blinking tearfully and sneezing.

I bowed once more, turned, and went out of the room with that sensation of awkwardness in my spine which a very young man feels when he knows he is being looked at from behind.

‘Mind you come and see us again, M’sieuVoldemar,’ Zinaïda called, and she laughed again.

‘Why is it she’s always laughing?’ I thought, as I went back home escorted by Fyodor, who said nothing to me, but walked behind me with an air of disapprobation. My mother scolded me and wondered what ever I could have been doing so long at the princess’s. I made her no reply and went off to my own room. I felt suddenly very sad… . I tried hard not to cry… . I was jealous of the hussar.

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First Love Chapter 3

                     First Love

 Chapter 03

‘How can I make their acquaintance?’ was my first thought when I waked in the morning. I went out in the garden before morning tea, but I did not go too near the fence, and saw no one. After drinking tea, I walked several times up and down the street before the house, and looked into the windows from a distance… . I fancied her face at a curtain, and I hurried away in alarm.

‘I must make her acquaintance, though,’ I thought, pacing distractedly about the sandy plain that stretches before Neskutchny park … ‘but how, that is the question.’ I recalled the minutest details of our meeting yesterday; I had for some reason or other a particularly vivid recollection of how she had laughed at me… . But while I racked my brains, and made various plans, fate had already provided for me.

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In my absence my mother had received from her new neighbour a letter on grey paper, sealed with brown wax, such as is only used in notices from the post-office or on the corks of bottles of cheap wine. In this letter, which was written in illiterate language and in a slovenly hand, the princess begged my mother to use her powerful influence in her behalf; my mother, in the words of the princess, was very intimate with persons of high position, upon whom her fortunes and her children’s fortunes depended, as she had some very important business in hand. ‘I address myself to you,’ she wrote, ‘as one gentlewoman to another gentlewoman, and for that reason am glad to avail myself of the opportunity.’ Concluding, she begged my mother’s permission to call upon her. I found my mother in an unpleasant state of indecision; my father was not at home, and she had no one of whom to ask advice. Not to answer a gentlewoman, and a princess into the bargain, was impossible. But my mother was in a difficulty as to how to answer her. To write a note in French struck her as unsuitable, and Russian spelling was not a strong point with my mother herself, and she was aware of it, and did not care to expose herself. She was overjoyed when I made my appearance, and at once told me to go round to the princess’s, and to explain to her by word of mouth that my mother would always be glad to do her excellency any service within her powers, and begged her to come to see her at one o’clock. 

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This unexpectedly rapid fulfilment of my secret desires both delighted and appalled me. I made no sign, however, of the perturbation which came over me, and as a preliminary step went to my own room to put on a new necktie and tail coat; at home I still wore short jackets and lay-down collars, much as I abominated them.

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MÅRRIED TO THE DEVIL'S SON  - By Author Jasmine Joseph. 

     - CHAPTER 24

Sitting in front of the mirror a maid combed my hair.

"Your hair is so beautiful" she smiled.

Yeah but unfortunately I wasn't a blonde and my husband seemed to like blondes.

"Thank you" I smiled back.

"My Lady, do you want this dress or this one?" she said holding up two different dresses once she was done with my hair.

"None of them. Pick me a really beautiful dress." I ordered. I would make Lucian regret what he did. I would make him sleepless as he made me. I even wanted to make him cry because even though I didn't want to admit to myself I cried a little last night.

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Oh, how I needed Lydia and Ylva now.

The maid picked me a peach colored dress which suited my hair and skin color perfectly.

I put some paint on my lips and some perfume then I let my hair down as I looked myself in the mirror.

Now you will want a piece of this but you won't get it.

Lastly I put my shoes on and strode out of the room. As I walked through the long hall I started to lose my confidence. What if he didn't even want a piece of me? He could always get a piece of som other woman. I would always be the one to lose.

This were the times I hated being a woman.

When I neared the dining room my heart was pounding so hard in my ċhėst. I knew Lucian was waiting there and I was both angry and nervous, maybe more angry than nervous.

I slowly opened the door and walked inside. Lucian was sitting at the table and he stared right at me when I entered the room. I forgot to breath for a moment when his eyes met mine, but I quickly reminded myself how angry and hurt I was. I tried to suppress my angry, it was important to control myself if I wanted to win this war.

"Won't you sit down?" he asked gesturing to the seat next to him.

Without saying anything I made my way to the table and down while all while avoiding to meet his gaze.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" He asked. Of course not, but I am sure you did.

"Yes I did, Your Highness." I said in a flat tone. He looked at me surprised.

"Won't you ask me?"

"Did you sleep well, Your highness?" I asked using the same tone again. He chuckled.

"That's not what I meant. Will you not ask why I never came last night?"

"I don't have any right to ask, Your Highness." He frowned and looked at me confused.

"Hazel?" he said in a firm but soft voice that sent shivers down my spine. I resisted the urge to look up and meet his gaze.

"Look at me." he demanded. No way I would do that. His eyes were my weakness and I wouldn't show him my weakness right now.

When I didn't do as he said he grabbed my chin and lift my head up slightly.

"Look at me Hazel." He said even softer this time. I couldn't help but look up and gaze into his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, Your Highness."

"Don't call me that." He said sounding slightly irritated now. Good. He should be more than that.

"Alright." was all I said. He sighed.

"You seem to be in a really bad mood compared to how you dressed." He said as his eyes traveled along my face down to my ċhėst. His gaze felt like a hot iron on my skin.

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"I am not hungry, excuse me." I said standing up, ready to get away from there only to make him angry but before I could move he grabbed my arm and pulled me against the table trapping me between him and it.

"Are you taunting me wife? You dress so beautifully and you smell so good but you are running away."

"I am not running, I am just not hungry." I said trying to sound innocent. His eyes got darker.

"But I am." he said slowly leaning closer. He placed each hand on each side of my body so that I couldn't get away then he placed his head on the side of my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

"I can't..." he breathed heavily as his lips brushed against my skin. I tilted my head back, wanting him to kiss every inch of my skin. He leaned even closer pressing his body to mine as his lips traveled up to my jawline until they brushed mine. A soft brush that made me curl my toes.

"You should stop me." he breathed before crushing his lips on mine. Yes I should stop him. Why am I kissing him? How could he kiss me with those lips that had kissed another woman last night? Just thinking about that made me fuming with anger and I bit his lip.

I hadn't meant to bite him that hard so I was shocked at first but then I thought he deserved it. Now come on, get angry, but he just stared at me.

"I am sorry, Your Highness." I said adding the last part to anger him. He walked closer his eyes never leaving mine then he traced my lips with his thumb.

"You had a little blood there." he said. What? I felt like he was toying with me so I decided to tell him straight up to go to hell or go back to that blonde but got interrupted by a knock on the door. Lincoln entered shortly after and when he saw us standing so close to each other "I can come back" he said and turned around quickly.

"What is it Lincoln?" Lucian asked still standing like he did trapping me with both his body and gaze. Lincoln turned around slowly but kept looking down.

"Princess Klara is waiting for you in the garden." He said. Klara? Why was she waiting for him?

"Tell her I am on my way." Lucian said. Lincoln bowed and left.

"What does she want?" I asked.

"I thought you were uninterested?" He smirked. "Follow me if you want to know."

I considered following him for a while but then just decided I should. I could not let him go alone to meet Klara when I knew her intentions. If she could do anything to get a married man I had to do everything to keep my man for myself.

I could see how the soldiers that were gathered in the garden couldn't stop staring at her. Did Lucian find her that beautiful too?

"Good morning princess Hazel and ...Lucian I am glad you kept your word." She smiled as we neared. In the back of the garden, I could see Astrid sitting comfortably on a chair.

"Don't be too excited," he said in a serious tone and it surprised me that they spoke so casually to each other which bothered me. Lucian had explained on our way that Klara wanted to have a fight with him. Something seemed suspicious to me.

I sat next to Astrid while Lucian grabbed a sword ready to fight with Klara.

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"I don't know why my sister insists to fight with him. It's clear that he is going to win." Astrid said. Yeah, if it is true that he killed hundreds of men on his own then one woman wouldn't be a problem.

Klara began to swing her sword at Lucian and he was avoiding every swing swiftly without even raising his. At last he raised his sword and blocked one of her attacks. This time he started attacking her and it looked like she had a hard time defending herself. He had a smirk on his face and told her something I couldn't hear.

They fought back and forth and it looked like Lucian was going easy on her. He didn't even seem to try. I bet he could do this blindfolded. Klara, on the other hand, was panting and her hair got a little messy, but she wasn't willing to give up.

Lucian swung his sword at her and just as she was to block his attack it looked like she changed her mind half ways and Lucian sword cut her on the upper arm. Blood began to seep from the wound. It felt as if the time stood still for a while because everyone were quiet and chocked before Astrid rose from her seat and ran to her sister.

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First Love Chapter 2

                    First Love

 Chapter 02

I was in the habit of wandering about our garden every evening on the look-out for rooks. I had long cherished a hatred for those wary, sly, and rapacious birds. On the day of which I have been speaking, I went as usual into the garden, and after patrolling all the walks without success (the rooks knew me, and merely cawed spasmodically at a distance), I chanced to go close to the low fence which separated our domain from the narrow strip of garden stretching beyond the lodge to the right, and belonging to it. I was walking along, my eyes on the ground. Suddenly I heard a voice; I looked across the fence, and was thunder-struck… . I was confronted with a curious spectacle.

A few paces from me on the grass between the green raspberry bushes stood a tall slender girl in a striped pink dress, with a white kerchief on her head; four young men were close round her, and she was slapping them by turns on the forehead with those small grey flowers, the name of which I don’t know, though they are well known to children; the flowers form little bags, and burst open with a pop when you strike them against anything hard. The young men presented their foreheads so eagerly, and in the gestures of the girl (I saw her in profile), there was something so fascinating, imperious, caressing, mocking, and charming, that I almost cried out with admiration and delight, and would, I thought, have given everything in the world on the spot only to have had those exquisite fingers strike me on the forehead. My gun slipped on to the grass, I forgot everything, I devoured with my eyes the graceful shape and neck and lovely arms and the slightly disordered fair hair under the white kerchief, and the half-closed clever eye, and the eyelashes and the soft cheek beneath them… .

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‘Young man, hey, young man,’ said a voice suddenly near me:

‘is it quite permissible to stare so at unknown young ladies?’

I started, I was struck dumb… . Near me, the other side of the fence, stood a man with close-cropped black hair, looking ironically at me. At the same instant the girl too turned towards me… . I caught sight of big grey eyes in a bright mobile face, and the whole face suddenly quivered and laughed, there was a flash of white teeth, a droll lifting of the eyebrows… . I crimsoned, picked up my gun from the ground, and pursued by a musical but not ill-natured laugh, fled to my own room, flung myself on the bed, and hid my face in my hands. My heart was fairly leaping; I was greatly ashamed and overjoyed; I felt an excitement I had never known before.

After a rest, I brushed my hair, washed, and went downstairs to tea. The image of the young girl floated before me, my heart was no longer leaping, but was full of a sort of sweet oppression.

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‘What’s the matter?’ my father asked me all at once: ‘have you killed a rook?’

I was on the point of telling him all about it, but I checked myself, and merely smiled to myself. As I was going to bed, I rotated – I don’t know why – three times on one leg, pomaded my hair, got into bed, and slept like a top all night. Before morning I woke up for an instant, raised my head, looked round me in ecstasy, and fell asleep again.

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First Love Chapter 1

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Chapter 01

I was sixteen then. It happened in the summer of 1833.

I lived in Moscow with my parents. They had taken a country house for the summer near the Kalouga gate, facing the Neskutchny gardens. I was preparing for the university, but did not work much and was in no hurry.

No one interfered with my freedom. I did what I liked, especially after parting with my last tutor, a Frenchman who had never been able to get used to the idea that he had fallen ‘like a bomb’ (commeune bombe) into Russia, and would lie sluggishly in bed with an expression of exasperation on his face for days together. My father treated me with careless kindness; my mother scarcely noticed me, though she had no children except me; other cares completely absorbed her. My father, a man still young and very handsome, had married her from mercenary considerations; she was ten years older than he. My mother led a melancholy life; she was for ever agitated, jealous and angry, but not in my father’s presence; she was very much afraid of him, and he was severe, cold, and distant in his behaviour… . I have never seen a man more elaborately serene, selfconfident, and commanding.

I shall never forget the first weeks I spent at the country house. The weather was magnificent; we left town on the 9th of May, on St. Nicholas’s day. I used to walk about in our garden, in the Neskutchny gardens, and beyond the town gates; I would take some book with me – Keidanov’s Course, for instance – but I rarely looked into it, and more often than anything declaimed verses aloud; I knew a great deal of poetry by heart; my blood was in a ferment and my heart ached – so sweetly and absurdly; I was all hope and anticipation, was a little frightened of something, and full of wonder at everything, and was on the tiptoe of expectation; my imagination played continually, fluttering rapidly about the same fancies, like martins about a bell-tower at dawn; I dreamed, was sad, even wept; but through the tears and through the sadness, inspired by a musical verse, or the beauty of evening, shot up like grass in spring the delicious sense of youth and effervescent life.

I had a horse to ride; I used to saddle it myself and set off alone for long rides, break into a rapid gallop and fancy myself a knight at a tournament. How gaily the wind whistled in my ears! or turning my face towards the sky, I would absorb its shining radiance and blue into my soul, that opened wide to welcome it.

I remember that at that time the image of woman, the vision of love, scarcely ever arose in definite shape in my brain; but in all I thought, in all I felt, lay hidden a half-conscious, shamefaced presentiment of something new, unutterably sweet, feminine… .

This presentiment, this expectation, permeated my whole being; I breathed in it, it coursed through my veins with every drop of blood … it was destined to be soon fulfilled.

The place, where we settled for the summer, consisted of a wooden manor-house with columns and two small lodges; in the lodge on the left there was a tiny factory for the manufacture of cheap wall-papers… . I had more than once strolled that way to look at about a dozen thin and dishevelled boys with greasy smocks and worn faces, who were perpetually jumping on to wooden levers, that pressed down the square blocks of the press, and so by the weight of their feeble bodies struck off the variegated patterns of the wall-papers. The lodge on the right stood empty, and was to let. One day – three weeks after the 9th of May – the blinds in the windows of this lodge were drawn up, women’s faces appeared at them – some family had installed themselves in it. I remember the same day at dinner, my mother inquired of the butler who were our new neighbours, and hearing the name of the Princess Zasyekin, first observed with some respect, ‘Ah! a princess!’ … and then added,

‘A poor one, I suppose?’

‘They arrived in three hired flies,’ the butler remarked deferentially, as he handed a dish: ‘they don’t keep their own car-

riage, and the furniture’s of the poorest.’ ‘Ah,’ replied my mother, ‘so much the better.’ My father gave her a chilly glance; she was silent.

Certainly the Princess Zasyekin could not be a rich woman; the lodge she had taken was so dilapidated and small and lowpitched that people, even moderately well-off in the world, would hardly have consented to occupy it. At the time, however, all this went in at one ear and out at the other. The princely title had very little effect on me; I had just been reading Schiller’s Robbers.

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HELENA Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Once Angela helped Helena with the luggage in

Helena thanked her as she stare at the big bed

room, Sonya went and jumped on the bed

Helena chuckled.

"How old are you Sonya ? She asked .

"5, years, I know am still young but am very

smart " she replied.

Helena chuckled and reached for her airport

bag bringing out her suit case as she placed

her cloths on the bed one after the other .

"Your indeed a smart girl , so where's your

mother ? She asked .

Sonya sat on the bed and stare at Helena

quietly, Helena noticed her mood changed so

she went closer to her .

"Sonya is everything alright? She asked .

"Yes , but my mom is no more " she said .

Helena gasped, her mom was dead? That's

really bad news .

"Oh baby , am so sorry , that's really a bad

news , so it's only your dad you have now ?

She asked

"No, I don't also have a dad " she replied,

Helena was confused then why did she call

Alexander her dad then?

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"You don't have a dad, then who is Alex to you

and why do you call him dad ? She asked stood

up and started hanging her cloths in the closet.

Sonya chuckled.

"Oh, Alexander is my uncle , but I do call him

dad, because his a twin brother to my daddy ,

identical" she replied.

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Helena looked at her surprised, Jake didn't tell

her Alexander was a twin.

"Oh I see , so your dad and Alex are identical ,

so where is he now ? She asked bringing out

her novels .

"My dad is also no more " she replied sadly ,

Helena was more than shock now , a small girl

like her doesn't have a mother and father this

is horrible.

"Baby , that's really bad news" Helena hugged

her and Sonya chuckled.

"Yeah I know, but I've gotten over it since, I

was just a baby when they died, uncle Alex said

I was 2 months then , but since I really didn't

know them it didn't affect me that much ,

atleast I grew up knowing uncle Alex as my

daddy ,but then I was later told he wasn't, you

know if you see uncle Alex and my dad , you

wouldn't know for sure who is who " she said

and giggled .

Helena felt tears in her eyes, as she chuckled,

she wiped it with her thumb and touched her

cheek., It's so bad that she wasn't able to know

her parents before their deaths , they are just

the same because she's an orphan too.

"You don't feel pain at all, no heart throb no

sadness nothing at all? Helena asked touching

Sonya's long brown hair .

"No ms Helena, not at all, Everything

happened for a reason, tell me what about you

, your family? Sonya asked .

"You see Sonya, am just like you , I have no

mother and father , I have an elder brother

whom is your Alex friend , so his like a father

to me " Helena replied trying not to cry .

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How she wished she's like this little strong girl,

but each time she thinks about her family's

death it makes her sad , the tears rolled down

and Sonya reached to clean it .

"Stop crying Helena , sorry okay,big girls don't

cry"Sonya said and Helena laughed .

"So your a big girl ?Helena asked Sonya

nodded , she reached and stroke Helena's

cheek gently

" I've been looking for a bestfriend, so would

you be my bestfriend? Sonya asked giving her

little hand for a hand shake.

Helena chuckled.

"Of course" she said and shook her they both

hugged , she already love the little girl.

"So Sonya , why don't you help your bestfriend

arrange her stuff's ? Helena said.

"Of course I will " she said and they both

smiled at each other .

Later they sat on the dinning having lunch as

Veronica asked Helena questions upon

questions she enjoyed being with the family

they are nice .

"So you were in Spain ? Vera asked Helena

nodded.

"Grandma , you know we talked about going to

Spain for vacation some time , and Helena

here could go with us" Sonya said taking

Helena's hand.

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They smiled at her, and with a surprise

expression on their faces to how Sonya

suddenly grew closer to Helena in just a day

but Helena didn't like the idea at all, what if

something goes wrong she can't go back there

yet.

"Yes mother I was thinking it's gonna be good

if Helena goes with us " Nora said .

"Well it's good then , we will all go for the

picnic" Vera answered

"Yeahhhh" Sonya said cheerfully as they

chuckled,

"Ummm I really don't wanna go back to Spain

yet " Helena said as they looked at her ,Sonya

frowned.

"But why Helena , it will be fun " Sonya said .

Helena touched her hair.

"I know baby but I really don't go out for

vacations like that , you should spend time

with your family " Helena said just as Sonya

was about to answer her they heard the car

horn

"Alex is back " Vera said and Helena's heart

started beating even if she didn't know him she

didn't know why her heart was beating this fast

.

Once the front door opened Alexander walked

in talking on the phone , Helena's back was

still turned to him Sonya ran towards him.

"Daddy , daddy " she ran and Alex picked her

up kissing her lips, then her cheek .

"How is my baby doing? He asked .

"Fine dad " she kissed his cheek as she

wrapped her little hands around his neck, Vera

and the rest had stood up already to welcome

him.

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"Dad we have a visitor, the one you talked

about she's so beautiful," sonya said and that

moment Helena eyes landed on Alexander

shock held her to her spot as she stare at him

with mouth agap,as Alex walked with Sonya in

his hand towards the living room.

Alex still smiling at Sonya didn't notice Helena

till Sonya shouted .

"That's her dad , isn't she beautiful? Sonya

asked pointing.

Alexander raised his head and his eyes caught

the lady who ruined his business suit and

almost made him loss billions, they stare at

each other Alex held surprise face but then

smirked and Helena frowned in confusion to

his sudden change of mood .

As Vera Nora and Sonya wondered why the

look .

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As the cab man kept driving Helena couldn't

help but still fuming about the earlier incident,

how dare that obnoxious jackass yelling at her

just because of a damn suit, is that how new

York people are? Nah she doubt it, the guy is

just crazy and arrogant, she wishes never to

see him again , arrogant bastard.

The cab man noticed she's quite and looking

angry so he asked.

"Ms, since you came out from MacDonald

restaurant you've been quite and kind of upset

" he said , Helena took a deep breath, even the

cab man has noticed, she told him all that

happened.

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"Sorry ma, but not all men are like that" he

said .

"Yeah I know, but the guy is just too rude, I

hate such people talking to someone like dirt "

she said the cab man chuckled.

Finally they reached the hotel , it's written

(FINANCE HOTEL) it was big and indeed

beautiful.

The cab man dropped her and she head into

the hotel as the security guard greeted her she

smiled and met with the Secretary after

booking for one day stay she was given her

room number and she went into the elevator

and got in for 8th floor .

Following the numbers she finally reached her

room and unlocked it, she walked in , it was a

beautiful room and it was cozy very

comfortable to spend the day in.

So exhausted she threw herself on the bed and

closed her eyes, a while later are opened her

eyes and stare at the ceiling, it's time to call

her brother , she sat up and picked her phone

to call just then her phone started ringing it

was him she picked up quickly.

"Jake" she said .

"What the hell Helena , you got me worried, I

called but you didn't answer it" he said

anxiously at the other end .

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"Am sorry Jake , some drama was going on

while you called " she said .

"Drama , what drama ? He asked .

"Some Rude Jerk and I bumped Into each other

and trust me when I say it's like the guy wears

his pant on his sleeve" she replied, Jake

chuckled understanding what she was saying.

"Helena just ignore any douchebag around

there , so are you settled in now? He asked .

"Yeah, and it's a very nice hotel , am so

exhausted" she said .

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"Am glad to hear that , make sure you eat

something and freshing up okay , you really

need to sleep I will tell Alexander to come pick

you up soon" he said .

She smiled and said okay , then she

remembered about the wedding and what must

be going on now .

"Jake how's granny , what's going on right

now ? She asked worriedly.

"Mother will be fine, although she's been

crying saying you ran away , but trust me

Helena I will explain to her soon but not now ,

maybe 3weeks later " he said .

Helena let her breath out , she was so sad, she

really didn't mean to do this but she had to .

"Okay Jake, am greatful" she replied.

"Yeah , so get some rest now you must be so

tired , and by the way what hotel are you ? He

asked .

"FINANCE HOTEL" she replied.

"Okay then bye"he said .

"Bye" she replied and he hanged up.

She dropped her phone on the bed and went

into the bathroom, hmmm nice bathroom she

thought, she strip from he cloth and buried

Herself in the tub she free from Leo and the

loveless marriage.

The following day , Helena took her bath and

ordered room service she took her breakfast

and sat down waiting for Alexander to come

pick her, he should be here anytime soon.

Some minutes later she got a knock on the

door and went to open it, she saw a tall

muscle guy handsome and well built but not

like the arrogant jerk, damn where did that

come from ? Stupid girl .

"Goodday ms" Marco said .

"Good day " she replied.

"You must be Ms Helena Montana? He asked .

She nodded .

"Yea" she replied.

"I was sent here to pick you " he said .

"Oh, you must be Alexander" she said .

Marco smiled.

"No Ms, am Marco and Alexander Malhotra is

my boss " he replied she smiled .now she

understood.

"Okay ,I didn't know about that , well it's okay

" she. said

He nodded.

"Let me get your luggage" he said .

Soon they drove off from the hotel to

Alexander's mansion .

Once they reached the mansion , it was big

and beautiful it just like a castle bigger than

their house she smiled , the interior of the

building was explicable.once they got out of

the car Marco helped with her luggage as they

head into the mansion.

Veronica Malhotra Alexander's grandmother,

Nora his younger sister met Helena half way,

Alexander told them she was coming over.

"Wow, your finally here " Vera hugged Helena

who smiled at the woman kind gesture, same

goes to Nora who was about 20 years old .

"How are you doing dear ? Vera asked.

"Am fine Mr's Malhotra" she replied.

"Oh enough of the formality dear just call me

Veronica or Vera" she said smiling.

"And am Nora , Alexander's younger sister "

Nora introduced.

"Nice meeting you all finally" Helena replied

smiling.

Just then she had a little girls voice running

into the living room .

"Grandma , grandma " she called and Vera

lifted her up she was about 5 years old , she

was so beautiful and Helena couldn't stop

admiring the little girl.

"Who do we have here grandma? Sonya asked .

"Oh Sonya love, meet Helena Montana,

Alexander's friend sister , the one he spoke

about last-night do you remember? Vera asked

.

"Oh that, I do remember, your welcome ms

Helena , my dad couldn't stop talking about

you" she said happily Helena smiled at the girl

.

Jake didn't tell her Alexander was a married

man .

"Nice meeting you too Sonya your so

beautiful" she said .

"Well not as beautiful as you " she replied and

they chuckled.

"Oh Helena please make yourself comfortable,

Alexander has gone to some business meetings

he will be back soon " Vera said .

"Angela " Nora shouted for their Maid she

quickly came .

"Show ms Helena here to her room and quickly

make some beverages for her " Nora said as

Angela collected her bag from Marco who

turned and left .

Helena thank them and started following the

maid .

"I'd like to go with you Helena " Sonya said

smiling.

"Sure " Helena replied and Sonya run and held

her hand as they both climb the stairs to

Helena's room , Sonya really liked Helena and

Helena liked her too.

Vera and Nora smiled seeing how Sonya was

friendly towards Helena , she hardly likes

people.

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I panicked. How could I have fallen asleep when Lucian was ill? I quickly placed my hand on Lucian forehead who was still sleeping. No fever. What had made him so ill last night? He seemed fine just before we kissed.

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His hand on my back, around my waist, in my hair pressing body to his, the heat, the tingling sensation. I brought my hand up to my lips. His lips had been so soft yet so firm, moving against mine till I was breathless. He tasted like spices; hot burning your tongue, yet you came back for more. More... Yes, I wanted more.

I had been willing to give myself to him last night but slowly his kiss had become sloppy, his arms trembled before his whole body shook. Fear showed in his beautiful eyes, struggle on his face and sweat beads on his forehead. I had seen him like that once before, when we were in the woods, when our lips had touched. Something told me it had to do with the kiss, but why?

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Someone knocked on the door. Who could it be this early in the morning? Lucian swung his legs down from the bed startling me and stalked to the door as if hadn't been sleeping just now. Sometimes he was really strange. He opened the door and then I only heard whispering sounds before he closed it.

"I need to go" he said picking up his jacket from the bed and putting it on.

"Where?" I asked, worried.

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"I will be back," he said as he left, ignoring my question. What happened that made him so stressed? Was it the bloodthirsty King or did his father die? Unable to suppress my worry, I quickly got dressed and went looking for him.

It was a lovely day. The sky crystal blue, the sun casting its golden rays on the beautiful garden.

Lucian's men sat in the garden eating their breakfast at a large table. They seemed to have fun, chatting and laughing loudly.

"Good morning, Your Highness," they greeted, standing up and bowing in unison when they took notice of me.

"Good morning." I smiled, my eyes traveling along the table looking for Lincoln. He was not there.

"Are you looking for someone my lady?" a guard asked.

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"Where is Lucian?"

"His Highness went to meet the king," he said. So it was the bloodthirsty king. What did he want?

"May I sit with you?" I asked. They looked at each other with shock and confusion before they started moving around quickly, trying to organize a place for me to sit.

"Of course," a guard said, pulling a chair out for me to sit on. Then, they just sat there, like disciplined children waiting for their teacher to give them a lecture. I could see that I was making them uncomfortable but I needed some information that only they could give. I decided to go easy on them first.

"Why don't you guys tell me your names?" I suggested. I only recognized Oliver and Ky the one that imitated me slapping Lucian.

They glanced at each other, exchanging wide-eyed gazes before they began to present themselves. The soldier to my left side stood up and introduced himself first.

"My name is Callum Atkinson, My Lady." He bowed before he sat down again and the rest went on introducing themselves: Chad, Declan, Anum, Claus, Danilo and I forgot the rest because they were too many. It didn't matter because I wasn't here to know their names but to know more about Lucian, to know the truth.

"My lady, why would you want to know our names? We are nothing but your servants," one of them asked. I think it was Anum. Lydia and Ylva were my servants as well but they were the only people who truly cared about me and I about them.

"You are more than just a servant. You are a human being, a son of someone, a brother, a friend. If you are married, a husband, and if you have children, a father. Stop saying that you are just servants because I am only a princess." A princess who had been locked inside her home by her own parents who never treated her like their child.

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They never played with her, never hugged her, never asked about her opinions or feelings. They treated her like a doll who always had to look perfect and act perfect or 'ladylike' until they find someone they could sell her to. But even then, she was not free. She would remain the doll she was without feelings and without opinions. Her husband would do as he pleased and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

If Lucian decided to take Klara as his wife, what would I do? What could I do? The guards stared at me, confused by what I said.

"I mean, I am a princess now but I might be nothing tomorrow," I explained even though that was not what I meant. Still, it was the truth. Once Lucian's father dies, we would either get killed or live to hide forever, because the chance of Lucian becoming the next king is almost impossible. His brothers were more powerful now because they had many allies. Lucian's only ally was this bloodthírsty king whom I didn't entirely trust. Why would he fight in a war he would most likely loose?

My thoughts went back to what Rasmus had said about Lucian last night. I didn't want to believe him but a part of me was suspicious. That's why I was sitting here with his men. I tried to find ways to ask about Lucian without sounding suspicious but gave up and asked them directly instead.

"Is it true that Lucian killed hundreds of men on his own during a war?"

Everyone looked up from their plate and seemed to consider what to say before opening their mouths.

"Yes. My Lady. It's war. You either kill or get killed," Callum said finally. So it was true? He had participated in many wars, killed many on his own yet he had no scars on his body, not even a tiny one. Something about Lucian wasn't right and I intended to find out what it was.

  

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Chapter 3

Alexander Malhotra stood up from his hotel

bed as he looked over at the brunette laying

on his bed,she was one of his sluts whom gives

him pleasure each time he was horny, no

strings attached, but recently she's being too

demandful, yes he knew he was a very

handsome looking man whom any woman

would just like to bed with, he was tall 6'7 feet

, muscle, his dark jet hair and his oral face

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Alex wasn't just perfect but of course he was

not really perfect but yet still perfect , yeah

his a multi billionaire so the women are

allowed to come, his just the perfect figure for

them.

Getting up he went into the bathroom to

freshing up, later came out with a towel

wrapped around his waist , Gina was still

sleeping on the bed, he walked Infront of the

mirror and looked at himself.

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His hard muscle and bare chest, he smirked,

he checked his body structure out and touched

his jaw to take a good look at himself he

smiled .

"Just perfect" he said ,he was a man of pride ,

and he gets what he wants by just a snap of his

finger.

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"Who wouldn't see this and die for it? He

asked no one in particular grinning like a child

, he felt a hand wrapped around him and Gina

whispered to his ear .

"No one" she said kissing him on the shoulder,

as they looked each other in the mirror .

"Yes, exactly" he said Gina smiled and Started

romancing his chest, and kissing it since she

was only left with her pant and bra (PB)

"Baby common, I need you " she said.

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Alex cupped her face in his hand and kissed

her deeply as she wrapped her self around him

tightly, his phone ringing made him stop , he

reached for it and it was his company manger .

"Yes Mr Charles" he said .

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"Boss , I was calling to remind you the meeting

with Romeo stevo is at MacDonald restaurant,

starting in an hour " he said .

Gina was busy kissing him everywhere.

"Okay , I will be right there " he said and

hanged up .

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"Baby common" she said kissing his nipple, he

pushed her gently .

"Gina I have to go , I have a meeting and it's

important" he said going to wear his clothes

while she sat on the bed with an angry face .

"I wish you could just take me one more time "

she said standing up going towards him,

Alexander shook his head, gosh the woman was

iron, they've been on it for like 4 times already

and she wanted more, such a whore , he

thought.

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"We will do that later " he said , reached for

his pocket and counted dollar bills in 30 places

for her , Gina frowned.

"Alex why are you paying me off, I thought

we've past it ? She asked .

Alexander knew she wanted a relationship but

he couldn't give it to her and mostly not a

whore.

"Gina am paying you for your service" he said

with no emotion in his voice.

Gina scoffed.

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"You can't be serious Alex, I thought I meant

something to you ? She Asked

Alexander raised an eyebrow at her if she's

lost her sense of reasoning.

"Gina you know all this is just a fling, no

strings attached" he said .

"But baby I want more than that , I need you

all to myself or don't I satisfy you well on

bed ? She asked touching his chest and kissing

him.

Alexander dropped the money on the bed and

proceeded knotting his tie.

"You know I don't do relationships and besides

I can't stick to just one woman, so you

shouldn't ask me that " he replied, putting on

his shoe , Gina was so furious.

"You bastard" she spat .

"Mind what you say young lady , because you

know what will happen if you say another word

" Alexander warned her .

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She remained still looking at him with the

anger visible in her eyes , he got up picked his

phone's.

"Am leaving, make sure you get the money and

be out, I will tell my security to escort you" he

said and with that he left the room.

"Pervert" she cursed and grabbed her dress

walked into the bathroom and slammed the

door to freshing up and leave the damn hotel .

Helena finally arrived at new York , she smiled

so happily, she needed to call her brother but

she thought against It, it's best she lounge into

a hotel and settle down first , she quickly got a

cab and entered.

"Ms , which of the hotels do you want? The

cab man asked .

"Well I don't know anywhere here, but you can

take me to any best hotel around here " she

said smiling at the cab man.

He smiled back.

"Alright madam I will take u to the most

expensive hotel and finnest you will love it,

their accommodation there is nice " he said

Helena smiled .

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"Am sure your from a rich home right ? He

asked .

Helena smiled .

"Yes" she replied

"That's why I will take you to the best hotel "

he said and she told him thank you .

They drove for a while and her eyes came

across a restaurant, she was hungry what will a

little bite do ?

"Please , could you pull over I need to eat

something am so Hungry and exhausted, if you

don't mind I'd pay you double " she said .

"No problem ms, I will wait" he said and

parked the car along MacDonald restaurant

and she got out .

She took her hand bag and walked in, sat down

and a waiter met with her .

"Am Tora, and I'd be your waiter what would

you love to have mam " she asked smiling.

" French fries and a bottle of maltina " she

said smiling Tora smiled back .

"Alright ms" she said and left .

Soon the food was brought and she began

digging in looking at the time, she needed to

go now, she couldn't waste the cab man time ,

she called the waiter paid her bills , she stood

up about to go then thought why not get a

coffee for the cab man, and his a nice man, so

she went to the counter and ask them for

coffee .

She collected it paid the bill and smiled at

them , as she held the cup heading towards

the door her phone started ringing she tries to

use one hand to open her bag .

Main while Alexander was Making a phone call

entering the restaurant, and looking at his

wrist watch. 

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They bumped into each other and all her

coffee spilled on xanders suit.

"What the hell " he cursed, Helena seeing what

has happened quickly reached for her

handkerchief and started wiping it but it was

getting spread more .

"Oh my god am so sorry " she said Alexander

was so angry .

"Get your hands of me " he Barked at her

while the people in the restaurant started

seeing the commotion, Helena was shocked at

his outburst.

"Were you blind walking or something? He

yelled .

"Look at what you did to my suit , do u know

how much it cursed" he shouted .

Helena was already fade up with his ranting

after all it was his fault .

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"Hello mr man , don't you dare yell at me like

that , you were the one who bumped into me

so why yelling at me for a damn suit ? She

yelled back .

Alexander was taking aback , no one dares talk

to him like that and this woman was , does she

know who he is how dare her he grabbed her

by the shoulder.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me lady I

could make you regret ever doing this " he said

Helena looked at his eyes and found them

beautiful but the eye's has some glint of evil in

it too, once he touched her, her body shook

from the shiver that ran down her spin the

electric touch of his hands and the deem of his

blue eyes penetrating hers, she quickly broke

free.

"Maybe next time you should use your eyes,

and look where your going Mr arrogant jerk "

she spat turned on her hills and walked away .

Alexander stare at her in shock when he saw

her got into a taxi and drove off, he stood on

his spot still shocked.

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No woman dare talk to him like that , they

know who he is, and what he can do but this

lady wasn't shaking at all, who the hell is she ,

looking down at the mess she's done to his suit

he dialed Marco his chief security guards

number.

"Marco I need a new attire in my hotel suit

this minute" he Barked angrily into the phone

and hanged up without Marco answering.

He turned back got into his car and drove off,

he has to change before he does the meeting

all thanks to that annoying lady .

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Helena has gotten all her stuff ready to take 

her flight to new York city , she sat on her bed

and kept thinking,the only thing she wants now

is to run as fast as she could to a place she will

never be found , now she's waiting for Jake but

his taking long.

Her thought was shorthanded when the door

open and Jake walked in.

"Am really sorry Helen, I was just making sure

to set my car " he said going to get her airport

bag, she got up from the bed and picked her

handbag.

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"It's okay " she said .

"Are this all your stuff? He asked.

"Yeah " she replied.

"Alright then, let's get out of here " he said

and pulled her bag out as Helena looked at her

bedroom one last time and closed the door

behind, they got out and Jake put her airport

bag into the booth and Helena looked at their

house one last time before getting into the car

.

She was really going to miss her home, but it

was for the best, Jake pulled the car on the

highway as they head to the airport.she was

greatful that she had a brother who she can

relay on at her time of trouble, she loves him

so much and he was the father she had now.

They arrived at the airport and Jake pulled her

bag from the booth as they both walked in,

different country people were passing and it

was really not too crowded, Jake and her went

to the soothing of bags and once her bag was

soothed they left to get her ticket, they later

sat down along the other passenger waiting for

the airplane time to be announced.

"Would you like something to drink ? Jake

asked.

"Yeah, something cold" she replied.

He nodded got up and left to get the drink for

her .

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Helena sat silently as she watched different

people pass them , some with kids and

husband's, and they were so happy, some day

she would also want a happy family like

this,but with the person she loved , she was

going to miss her grandmother alot , if her dad

and mom was alive , she wouldn't be forced

into this , thinking about them made a tears

slide from her eyes but she quickly cleaned it,

this was the best thing to do, she can't tie her

life down to a man she doesn't love in

Marriage for the rest of her life .

She wonders how Tomorrow will be when Leo

will be disappointed after all the arrangements

his made so far, well screw him, he will have

to marry someone else.

Jake returned with two drinks and sat back

beside her handing her the drink she smiled

warmly and collected it.

"Thank you " she says .

"It's a lemon juice, hope you like it ? He asked

.

"Yap" she replied taking a sip.

Jake stare at his sister , she was really an

epitome of beauty, if he wasn't her brother he

would had married her along time ago , he

smiled at his thought.

"Helena " he called .

"Hmm" she answered.

"You know, if you weren't my sister , I would

had married you along time ago " he said

smiling at her .

Helena raised a surprise eyebrow at him , a

smile on the side of her lips.

"Did you really just sat that ? She asked .

"Yes , I did " he said and chuckled, she

chuckled too.

"I know your joking stop day dreaming of

marrying your sister " she says taking a sip

from her drink.

"Common Helena, it's just an irony , but of

course I really mean it , if only you weren't my

sister " he said touching her nose and kissing

her at her cheek.

She kissed him back on the cheek , her brother

too was a very handsome man, and she

wouldn't had had trouble marrying him if he

wasn't her brother , the thought made her feel

crazy as she blushed .

"Your so beautiful Helena , that's why Leo is so

blind and doing everything in his power to

marry you " Jake said suddenly getting angry .

"Common Jake, we shouldn't be bothered

about that anymore, and besides your getting

me away already" she said feeling sad .

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"Helena I will do anything for you , and I mean

anything, once you get to new York, lounge in

a hotel okay , I've spoken to Alexander already

and a car will pick you the following day , and

if they ask you what happened, you could tell

them but I doubt if they will ask , I've already

explained things to Xander but I didn't really

tell him the main reason" Jake said and she

nodded.

The plane was announced to take off and

passengers Started getting in.they both stood

up and they walk towards the others , since

the others were going in, she collected her

airport bag from him and face him .

"Jake" she called softly as tears fell from her

eyes .

"Hay common , don't cry okay , you will be

fine " he assured her wiping her tears with his

thumb.

"I will miss you so much " she said .

"I will miss you too ...don't worry, I will

always call you , and they are good people,

you will like them " he said , they both hugged

and Jake try to be a man not to cry , but it was

hard sending her off, only if there's another

way , but she needed to go .

"I love you so much jake" she cried on his

shoulders.

"I love you more Helena " he said kissing her

hair

The announcement was made again and they

pulled apart.

"Common go on" he told her .

Helena turned and walked into the plane , Jake

stood there looking at her as she sat close to

the window and waved at him , he smiled and

waved back , his tears trying to pull out he

watched as Helena cried in the plane , he had

the urge to go pull her out and tell her not to

go , she had never been away from him

before, seeing her go was had for him, and the

tears finally dropped when he saw the plane

running till it began going high and high till it

was gone.

"I love you Helena , always" he whispered and

turned back to were they sat before, her drink

was on the chair there , he sat down and

picked it up, he already missed her, but it was

the best thing to do, with that he left the

airport.

Once Jake arrived home , he sat at the bar and

drink some whiskey, his grandmother Mary

walked down the stairs and saw him she smiled

and went towards him.

"Son" she called , Jake turned to her .

"Granny "he smiled .

"Why are you sitting down all by yourself, why

isn't Helena with you ? She asked .

"Oh nothing mother , I just choose to be left

alone " Jake replied.

"The wedding gown is really nice, Leo really

spent a whole lots of money, am sure she must

have seen it since it's already delivered" she

said smiling Jake smiled back.

"By the way , she should come and stay with

you , don't seat alone " she said .

Jake didn't know what to say as he try to find

some words in his mind.

"Umm, she would be in her room " he

answered.

"Okay then, I will just go and call her " she

said trying to go but Jake quickly stopped her.

"No mother you should check her Tomorrow,

am sure she's asleep already and her wedding

is tomorrow" Jake said .

Mary looked at the time and it was 10.

"Oh, that should be true, she needs to have a

good rest for tomorrow's invent , and you too,

you should sleep soon " she told him patting

his back .

"Yes granny , I will go now " he said .

"Okay son goodnight" she said and he told her

goodnight too as he watched her gently and

slowly walked away.

He knew he had to lie to her, he thought about

Helena, and he smiled at least she's far away

now , all this marriage stuff has to end .He

drank his remaining whiskey in the glass and

head to his room.