No wonder Mum wanted me home in time. She needed time to mold me into the flawless woman Alpha Jaden would see tonight. The woman I was expected to be.
How important was this man?
A man I had never met, yet I was being dressed and polished for him like some rare jewel to be displayed. Like a prize waiting to be claimed.
It
No matter how hard I tried to push away the urge to call Kester, my fingers had a mind of their own. Before I could stop myself, I was dialing his number again.
And just like twenty minutes ago, the call never connected.
Unreachable.
I stared at the screen, my heart tightening in frustration. A part of me craved an explanation. I needed to hear from him that he had known… That all this time, while he was keeping me locked in a cage of possessiveness, he had already handed me over to another man.
How could he act like he wanted to keep me to himself forever when he knew I already belonged to someone else
-legally, contractually, and permanently?
A bitter laugh rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down.
“This would go better with that dress, honey,” Mum startled me. I didn’t hear her come in. I had been too lost in my own storm to notice.
Mur stepped closer, draping a delicate diamond necklace over my collarbone with a smile on her face. “It’s exquisite, isn’t it?” she murmured.
The diamonds glittered under the soft vanity lights. I reached up hesitantly, my fingers brushing the elegant chain. It was beautiful. Elegant. Exactly the kind of thing anAlpha’s wife should wear.
But it didn’t interest
“This will go perfectly with your dress,” she added. “Take this one off,” she gestured at the gold necklace on my neck… I swallowed. “I don’t want to wear the diamond.”
Mum’s hands stilled. Her eyes flicked to my reflection in the mirror, narrowing ever so slightly. “Don’t be difficult, Kasmine.”
I shook my head. “I mean it, Mum. I want to wear my gold
A tense silence stretched between us, as thick as the perfume she had chosen for me to use. “Darling, you can wear that any other day. Tonight is different. This isn’t just dinner-It’s your future.”
I rolled my eyes, “Kester gave this to me and asked me never to take it off. And I don’t plan on disobeying him tonight,” I bit out. Anything to frustrate her efforts tonight
Her jaw tensed. “This dinner is important, sweetheart. The liamond is refined, elegant.” She reached forward, her fingers brushing my wrist. “It sends the right message.”
Before I could protest again, the door swung open.
“Isn’t she ready yet? It’s past six already.”
I turned to see my father standing in the doorway.
“Dad?” I blinked, surprise coloring my tone, “Isn’t he meant to be the one waiting for me to arrive? The restaurant is just about twenty minutes away from here. Why must I leave now?”
“You want to paint a perfect picture, baby. Bad first impressions are more detrimental than you think,” He crossed the room, crouching before me so we were at eye level. His smile was warm and affectionate. “Now, be my good little princess and be on your way, okay?” His knuckles brushed my cheek in a featherlight stroke.
“But, Dad… I don’t want to go,” I gave my resistance one more shot, even though I knew what response awaited me.
“You have to. You’d love Jaden. He’s a good man,” Dad said, “Make sure you make a good impression and make us proud.”
The drive to the restaurant was quicker than I anticipated, the quiet hum of the engine doing little to calm the storm brewing inside me. The city lights blurred past, golden against the night, but I barely noticed.
My fingers idly traced the cold chain of my gold necklace while my thoughts wandered in different directions. Before I could sink further into my thoughts, the car slowed to a smooth halt. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for me, and I reluctantly slid out, my heels clicking against the polished pavement.
I lifted my head, taking in the restaurant before me. Velarid. One of the most exquisite restaurants in town, for its impeccable service and clientele who reeked of old money. known
Everything about it screamed luxury.
As I stepped inside, the air was thick with the aroma of truffle, aged wine, and something faintly floral. The murmur of hushed conversations filled the space, and my heels sank into plush carpeting as I approached the host’s stand.
“Reservation?” The man at the podium barely looked up, li tone very polished.
I cleared my throat. “I’m here for a reservation under Jadet Viero,”
That got his attention. His gaze flicked up, scanning me for a second longer than necessary before offering a polite nod. “Right this way, Miss.”
I followed him through the softly lit space, passing tables occupied by the kind of people who lived in wealth like it was second nature.
I wasn’t new to such a setting. My family was wealthy, too,
The stares I got from men who admired me and women who looked like they’d die of envy from how beautiful I looked tonight, almost made me lose my balance. But no, I was used to getting such attention.
Soon, we reached a private table nestled in the corner, separated just enough from the rest of the restaurant to give the illusion of seclusion. A single candle flickered at the center, Illuminating the pristine white tablecloth, the expensive glassware, and the untouched plate settings
But no Jaden.
Seriously?
Hooked at my watch, and it was already ten minutes to seven.
That was so ungentlemanly of him.
But I sat either way.
And waited.
And waited.
Minutes bled into each other, the slow tick of the clock on the wall stretching my patience thin. I glanced at my phone. 7:18.
By 7:25, irritation replaced any nerves I might have had.
By 7:30, my fingers tapped against the table in a slow, rhythmic beat of frustration.
By 7:35, I was done.
I huffed out a breath, gripping my clutch and pushing my chair back. Enough was enough. He could explain to my father why he decided to waste my time.
But just as I straightened to leave, I felt a shift in the air.
I turned, and the sight I met nearly stole my breath.
A man walked through the entrance, the kind that commanded attention without even trying. He was tall, broad- shouldered, and dressed in an effortlessly expensive black-on-black ensemble.
His dark, tousled hair framed a face that was obscenely handsome-sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a mouth sculpted with the kind of arrogance that only men like him could carry so naturally.
But his eyes. Gods, his eyes.
They were the kind of dark that swallowed everything whole, a bottomless abyss laced with something unreadabi… It had to be him.
I barely noticed 1 had stopped moving.
He moved with slow, intentional grace like he owned the very ground he walked on.
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