As Killian had instructed, the next day Ara was at the table during the dinner. El gave her a weird look before taking her seat next to Killian's. Ara was sitting next to Angela who had a scowl plastered over her face. Angela preferred eating in her room with Ara than with these two.  The maids were placing the dishes on the table when Killian arrived, combing his hair up with his fingers. His expensive cologne reached them first before they could see him. Ara recognized his scent without even looking his way. And the moment she did, her head whipped in his direction along with others. He had donned a neat pair of sweatpants and a gray t-shirt. Her heartbeat accelerated on cue. She sucked in a long audible breath but stopped dead when his eyes snapped in her direction. He halted as his greyish-green zeroed in on her with a strange

Her runway compilation was running on the TV while she admired her beauty through the mirror. A proud grin sitting across her lips. She grabbed her expensive cologne and sprayed it all over her exquisite body. Clad in a lacy blue lingerie, she looked straight out of some lingerie ad. "So pretty," she twirled a lock of her hair and awed at her beauty. She put the cologne back on the table. That was her daily routine. After taking a long shower, she would put on expensive seductive lingerie and admire her looks in the mirror while playing her ramp walk collection. She pulled her bra down to make her swells spill out before going to the bed to take her beauty nap. Proudly, she flipped her hair over one shoulder before turning around. She spun on her heels and was about to

He gripped her hand and slowly pulled her down into his lap. She didn't fight as she knew the consequences would only hurt her. She just kept her head low as he wound his arm around her delicate waist and pulled her closer to his chest. He gently brushed the locks away from her forehead, exposing her bruise. He let his palm lay on her warm cheek. "Does it still hurt?" he asked softly, studying her injury.  "No..not much," she answered meekly, playing with her fingers in her own lap. He narrowed his eyes at her bandage in deep concentration." I'll get you an ointment. Apply it on your bruise. It will make the scar disappear," his thumb gently caressed&nb

Ara and El's bond had strengthened over the days. Her scars were healing quickly, thanks to her homemade remedies and the ointment. El even apologized to her for hurting her that day. Bella forgave her for hitting her but told her that she still can't forgive her for hitting Angela. She was just a child and no child deserves that kind of treatment. El listened to her with a tight lip smile. Bella was still not sure about El. The woman was treating her wonderfully but still, there was something about her that always kept her on alert. She was still not sure if she can ask her for help. El was a different species. She was showing excessive interest in setting her up with different men, with her personal driver, assistant, her helpers. It had started to annoy her now. She was also doubtful because of what she saw the other day. 

Rossi had thrown the party in one of the most prominent hotels in Spain. Killian came directly from the office, looking dapper in his blue tuxedo.  Rossi greeted him with a warm hug. Killian returned the gesture with a fake smile. He had to keep up the act no matter how much he abhorred him. "Where is your fiancee?" Rossi asked. His love for his daughter glimmering brightly in his eyes. "She'll be here soon," Killian said. He himself didn't know where the fuck was she. His father was watching him like a hawk. The coldness between them often was evident. Killian hated this man and Rossi both. He hated them for what they did to his mother.