Missing Princess of Xenoa

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As the stewardess approached me, her voice was like a gentle breeze on a summer day. "Ms. Jaix, would you like to drink coffee or tea?"

I responded without looking at her, my voice laced with a hint of boredom and a touch of French accent. "Non merci."

[Translation: "No thanks"]

Just then, my PA's voice interrupted my peace, piercing through the calm atmosphere of the plane.

"Miss Jaix, someone's calling from France."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, frustration evident on my face. I hadn't even set foot in the Philippines yet, and already, they were calling me every minute.

"Dis à ce bâtard que je dors," I said with a bored tone, not bothering to look up as I turned off my laptop and rested my back against the plush seat.

[Translation: "Tell that bastard I'm sleeping"]

The stewardess nodded and bowed slightly, her long black hair falling like a curtain around her face before she left me alone. I closed my eyes, letting the hum of the plane's engines and the soft whoosh of the air conditioning lull me to sleep.

The sound of the plane landing jolted me awake, and I stretched my arms above my head, arching my back in a languid stretch.

"Miss Iaxah, we're here," the pilot announced over the intercom.

I heaved a deep sigh, relief washing over me like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Finally, I could relax and leave the stress of work behind.

As I stepped off the plane, the warm sun on my skin was a welcome change from the air-conditioned cabin. I gazed out at the breathtaking view of Light Paradise, the turquoise waters and lush greenery stretching out before me like an oasis. It had been two years since I'd renovated this resort, but this was my first time seeing it in person. The beauty of the place took my breath away, and for a moment, I forgot about the stress and chaos that had been following me.

My eyes wandered to a guy riding a jetski, his chiseled face a picture of concentration as he sped across the water. Our eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. I felt like I was in a trance, everything else fading into the background except him. The sound of the waves and the wind rushing past my ears seemed to amplify, and all I could see was him.

But before I could process what was happening, he got off the jetski and walked toward me, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moved. My heart racing, I was about to call out to him when another guy appeared out of nowhere, embracing him and sharing a kiss. My eyes widened in shock, and I felt a pang of surprise. The intimacy between them was palpable, and I felt like an intruder, watching a private moment between two people.

'Just what the fuck was that?'

I rolled my eyes and turned away, deciding to explore the island instead. As I walked, the peace and serenity of the surroundings enveloped me like a warm hug. The sound of the waves and the chirping of birds filled the air, and I felt my tension melting away. I smiled to myself, feeling the breeze on my face and the warm sun on my skin. This place was truly a paradise, a haven from the chaos of the world.

But as I continued my stroll, I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was following me. I stopped and looked around, but there was no one suspicious in sight. Shrugging it off, I continued my walk, enjoying the beauty of the island and the sense of freedom that came with being alone.

The darkness that suddenly engulfed the surroundings was disorienting, and I felt like I was transported to a different world. And then, I saw flashes of a different scene— a man handing a baby to a woman, promising to take care of her.

"Please take care of our precious little one, sister," the man said, his voice filled with emotion and desperation.

"We'll get her back after the war ends." The woman nodded, cradling the baby in her arms.

"Mm... I promise to take care of her and give her the love that she deserves," she said, looking at the baby with a tender smile.

"What's her name?" she asked.

"Yaz Xennea Light," another woman replied, her expression somber and her eyes filled with tears.

I woke up with a start, finding myself in my own room. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to piece together what had happened. Had I really been on the island, or was it just a dream? The memories seemed so vivid, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

As I lay there, trying to make sense of it all, I heard the door open.

"Miss Jaix, someone's looking for you downstairs," my servant said

"Tell him or her or whatsoever to wait," I gestured to my servant, not bothering to look up from my bed. She nodded and closed the door behind her, leaving me to my thoughts.

I lay there for a while, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered from the dream. But the images kept replaying in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder what they meant.

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