In the grand entrance, the resounding click of heels captured everyone's focus. The attention shifted as a striking couple made their entrance. All eyes were on the woman, captivated by her allure. Cloaked in a dark robe that gleamed and flowed with her movements, she exuded an aura of elegance. The envious gazes followed her every step, fixating on her curvaceous figure and radiant honey-hued skin. The couple seemed to emit a unique radiance, setting them apart from the rest of the attendees.
A chilling intensity emanated from her gaze, sending a shiver down the spines of those who met her eyes. The room was abuzz with unspoken thoughts, a collective wonder at the source of such beauty and grace. Aella Apollo, the subject of their fascination, shared an unbreakable bond with her twin brother, Ambrose Apollo. Together, they were known as "the vile twins," a moniker that served as a warning against any who dared to harm either of them.
The name alone, Aella Apollo, carried an aura of dread. As the daughter of Princess and Andrew Apollo and part of the feared and prosperous Apollo family that dominated Paris, she was no stranger to power. Aella was not just a striking figure but also a wealthy model. Her talents extended to pole dancing, a passion she pursued privately. However, when her father called upon her to perform for the guests at the party, she acquiesced, knowing the expectations that came with her family name.
Despite her accomplishments and strength, society reduced her to stereotypes due to her age and single status. At 32, she defied the norm, and misconceptions arose about her character. The whispers and judgments hardly affected her; she and her family found amusement in the rumors. She knew her true self and had no intention of letting others' perceptions define her. The weight of their opinions mattered little to her.
Being the center of attention wasn't something she initially craved, but it became an integral part of her life. From a reserved childhood to her current prominence, she had transitioned into embracing the spotlight. The perks included a considerable income and a devoted fan base. At last, she reveled in the attention that came her way. And in this moment, Aella was not far from the throngs of guests, sipping on red wine while seated with her family. Laughter resonated as her parents shared something amusing, enveloping her in a cocoon of familiarity and shared joy.
That is, until someone yelled her name through the door. "Aella!" "Says the shouter." "You're a fucking bitch!" The Apollo's rose to their feet alongside the visitor. Ambrose smirked at the man who was approaching his sister in an unsafe manner.
"How could you do this to me!" the man exclaimed. He said this as he was preparing to beat her, but was stopped by her brother, who simply grasped the man's hands.
"I had no idea you were such a coward, Luca." As he drew the man named Luca aside, his hands were scarcely apart. His voice alone gave off a terrifying but alluring vibe. Ambrose's voice was a forewarning that something bad was about to happen.
."Stay out of this, asshole." Ambrose was furious by that phrase, and his eyes clouded with hatred. Everyone was watching at the woman who pulled it off, her arms folded and unbotheredly chewing her gum. What the hell is going on? That was what everyone thought.
"You really want to fucking die?" Ambrose observed with a cynical chuckle. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, slipped it into his lips, and lit it. Pulling out a chair, he sat like a mafia boss. People who realized what it meant tonight stood there watching the spectacle unfold in front of them. Two chairs came unexpectedly alongside Ambrose. Both parents sat down on it.
"What the fuck is this?" Luca enquired. Aella approached him, her stare frigid. Everyone was watching her as she strolled by. The strides were traditional and beautiful, with the head held high and shoulders relaxed and back. Every male present that night was completely stunned. Even their wives, if they were married, would fall in love with Aella that night after that walk.
Aella said nothing as she stood a miter away from the man. "You're a fucking bitch. I lost everything as a result of you. You claimed our love will last forever. But you are fucking disgusting." He spoke. She turned her gaze to the man. Did he realize what the fuck he was saying? He got what he deserved.
"Your brother and you are serial rapists. I made certain that you both got what you deserved. Please do not blame me for your stupidity." She spoke. Everyone knew the lovely Ella wouldn't be there tonight. Luca was Ken's brother. The man who raped and impregnated the cousin's wife of Aella and Ambrose. Luca considered sleeping with Aella for money after locking up his brother but was caught raping one of her housekeepers. Everything went according to plan for the Apollos and Scotts because they were all in on it.
"You're fucking crazy." He was about to punch her when he got kicked in the stomach. Everyone was taken aback when they saw Aella kick someone with her fancy red bottom shoes. In anguish, the man yelled. She kicked him as he was about to stand up, cracking his nose in the process.
"Did you think I would fucking fall for that?" Her voice was harsh. Everyone had lost their cool. "You think coming here and getting action would make me seem bad. You can't be fucking serious right now." She mockingly laughed.
"But you brought it upon yourself." She said this while chewing gum and inspecting her nails. She knelt down beside him, who was lying on the ground. "The next time you try to screw me over, make sure you think right." With her nails, she scratched his face. Her nails were long for a reason, and now everyone knew what it was. His shriek made everyone's skin crawl. The view was unappealing. When she was done. She kissed her hands and blew it to him.
Everyone noticed her brother approaching the stranger. When he saw this, he jumped to his feet and attempted to run. "I am deeply sorry." He pleaded, but his worst mistake was showing up and causing a scene. Ambrose drugged him while holding him by his collar outside. Everyone heard a scream, and Ambrose returned inside as if nothing had happened.
"Enjoy your evening, everyone, because a treat is on the way." As if his children hadn't just nearly killed someone, the father made an announcement. Nobody had to be notified twice. The music was quickly put back on, and the party resumed as usual. Aella walked to the changing room to get ready for the visitors' treat.
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Roman d'amour"APOLLO DUOLOGY: BOOK ONE" introduces us to Aella, a stunning and highly successful model who appears to have everything a person could want. Despite her outward success, there seems to be a missing piece in her life - an ideal partner. Aella carrie...
