❝𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓.❞
━━━━━━━━━━
There's a saying that one is entitled to keep whatever they find but the question is: can you always keep what you find?
Wren Ashenherst was raised as a boy and expected to live under the...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
his deadly sin
───────────────
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Parking the car beside Ismael's, I killed the engine and tapped on the dashboard interface. The door beside me swung upward and I stepped out of the car before it automatically closed back in a graceful manner when I activated the lock.
I walked to join the siblings and Naya looked towards the car behind me, shrugging her shoulders, "Seriously, I hate to admit that Aillard has the best taste in cars."
I turned my head around and gazing at the sleek white Aventador and mumbled, "I guess."
Perhaps I was too lost in my own thoughts that when I felt a hand on the small of my back, I jumped a little and jerked my head to the side. Beside me, Ismael smiled funnily, "What thoughts kept you so occupied?"
"Nothing of concern," I gave a small laugh at my own overreaction.
"That's a relief," Ismael mentioned and gestured, "Let's go."
The three of us entered through the grand rotating doors of the hotel and moving past the wide red entrance carpet, every step we took echoed resoundingly against the fine marble tiles that lined the ground. Above us, was a large crystal chandelier that sparkled in its own pride in the middle of the ostentatious lobby. Embroidered silk sofas with ornate gold arms were spaced out towards the reception desk as men in expensive suits and ladies in satin and sequins settled around for a casual chat — with the exception that no one would ever figure out what was hidden beneath those smiles.
A crew of staffs gathered to welcome us and a man clad in a neat suit uniform stepped forward to greet with a polite and courteous tone, "Good evening, esteemed guests. Please follow my lead to the banquet hall."
We took a separate lift and followed behind until we reached the large twin doors that were coloured in pristine white and embellished with polished gold handles at the end of the hallway. On the way in, we already passed a countless of exquisite paintings and statues that quietly announced in the loudest way possible that this place was reserved only for the society of upperclassmen who possessed high powers and bathed in their wealth. The doors opened with a smooth push and we finally arrived in the banquet hall that was elegantly designed with equally astounding standards.
