In a world where hidden dangers lurk, Her Royal Highness Princess Evangeline Amelia Delacroix, remains blissfully unaware of the imminent threats surrounding her.
Little does she know that Damien Whitmore, a calculated and enigmatic businessman, hol...
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As the plane took off, Damien shut his eyes for a moment, reliving the unforgettable four days he had spent with Evie. Every moment played in his head, a smile appearing on his lips. He had made up his mind to ask her out on a proper date once they were back; she deserved nothing less. She deserved the world, and he was ready to give it to her.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle poke on his cheek. He opened one eye, giving her a half-amused, half-sleepy look. Evie grinned at him, her eyes twinkling.
"I'm bored." she declared, her voice playful.
Damien chuckled, opening both eyes and turning his full attention to her. "Oh, are you now? How can I entertain you, Princess?"
Evie grinned, her hair tied up in a messy bun with love bites from their passionate shower session still visible on her neck. Damien traced them gently with his finger, a soft smile on his lips.
"Your artistic skills are showing." she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He chuckled. "Just marking my masterpiece." he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss on one of the marks. His lips lingered there for a moment, the warmth of his kiss contrasting with the faint marks on her skin.
Evie's heart fluttered at his gesture, feeling a rush of love and desire for this man who knew how to balance playfulness with tenderness. He made her weak with every dingle thing he did.
She traced her fingers lightly over his cheek, her touch feather-light yet filled with a depth of emotion. "I could get used to this." she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked with his.
Before he could respond, his phone buzzed with a navigation alert, causing his eyes to widen in shock. He quickly sat up, noticing that their flight path was directed towards Wellington. Immediately, he moved to get up and talk to the captain, but Evie intercepted him, taking his phone from his hand.
"Sit." she commanded softly but firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Damien furrowed his brow, giving her a confused look. "Princess, what's going on?"
"I asked the captain to take us to Wellington," she said, her expression earnest. "I miss my parents, Damien. Nobody can stop me from seeing them."
Tension immediately etched itself into Damien's face. He couldn't mask his concern, the weight of unspoken troubles pressing heavily on his mind. "Princess, we should head back to New York, or... or we could go somewhere else, anywhere else, any place in the world."
Evie, sensing his worry, tried to lighten the mood. "I'm the princess, remember? You have to obey me."
But Damien couldn't shake the unease. "Princess, you don't understand. Things are not that great in Wellington. We have to follow the protocol. It's not safe."
