**Liquid Balance: A Riveting Tale of Wealth, Speed, and Unseen Perils**
Embark on an adrenaline-fueled journey into the opulent and treacherous world of "Liquid Balance," the gripping novel by Viktor A. King. In this spellbinding narrative, follow t...
They waited for information on where to head compactly, to their room.
The few bags gathered neatly in a corner at the entrance.
It was 9:00 a.m. on a beautiful sunny Parisian morning.
The air smelled of coffee and hot croissants freshly baked, traffic sounded bizarre at stoplights, people's persistently cheerful voices permeated the sounds of the street. The girls were incredibly jovial.
They wore jeans and t-shirts. Tennis and nice warm smiles.
They had finally noticed the ring, and it had been all jubilation and sighing for them to imagine themselves as princesses in the fairy tale castle.
Impossible to explain that that ring burned more than coal in a fire.
They heard a soft knock.
He was the chauffeur.
"The Duke lets you know that he had to leave. He invites you to go with your luggage to the heliport, everything is arranged for your return.
He begged me to deliver these for you."
And he handed me, contrite, three small packages of glittery paper and cream ribbons.
On each was a small glossy paper note written with a fountain pen, presumably by him.
He opened his card.
"Shall we start over?" Signed Hans.
I couldn't help but swallow a small bundle of tears.
Yes Hans we start again, yes. I will be better too.
I removed the paper from the box, finding myself staring at the glitter of tiny diamonds lined up one behind the other like obedient little soldiers, stopped by an important gold clasp in the shape of a small flower.
Tears turned to amazement.
The girls also had little thank you notes for the lovely company on the Paris trip with two gold necklaces with a small pendant in the shape of a shiny Eiffel Tower.
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"Mom but this Lord is really very kind."
Benedetta was astonished perhaps even more than her mother.
"How are we going to thank him? It's too good."
He remembered the previous hours and shuddered.
Good but not too good.
"We can repay ourselves with our good thoughts."
Falsehood.
She hadn't even been able to do that, she had to love and she had gotten him so glued that morning that he completely lost control.
"Babes let's go home. I so want to."
"Yes Mama us too, without him I don't like Paris anymore."
Was it true?
Yes, damn it, it was true. Paris had become sterile, suddenly useless.
Tinsel theater without the actors.
My actor was absent.
"Are we coming with you?" I turned to the Chauffeur.
"Yes of course, please Mademoiselle. I'll get the bags.
In a few hours she would be welcomed into the comfort of home.
Hans looked at his hands.
The Paris interlude had been enlightening.
The parts had been distributed and it was clear that he alone had the will to decide the fate of all the actors.
Elizabeth was easy to read.
His daughters loved it.
She would soon experience the benefit of family and parenthood.
He would get them to Austria as soon as possible, his father would be satisfied.
He arranged for them to leave the next morning for Vienna to join him.
He would initially have them stay at the Hilton, then introduce them to family.
The wedding, the honeymoon, and the birth.
He felt a small void in the space around him. It was the emptiness of their shy voices. Of their excited, fresh looks.
They were supposed to be in Vienna tomorrow, having dinner together.
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