Fooling you

Prologue

A loud hum came and went, echoing through the luxurious private airplane as it touched down. The screech of brakes pierced the air, and the door slid open with a whisper. Stepping gracefully from the aircraft was a young woman, her figure effortlessly captivating—a vision of perfection, tall and slender, every inch of her exuding elegance and allure. Her long, glossy golden hair cascaded down, tousled by the breeze beneath the sunlight. Oversized black sunglasses shielded her striking face, yet even under the soft glow of the afternoon sun, her beauty was undeniable. Her porcelain skin glowed, smooth and radiant, while her plump, glossy lips—shaped like a perfect heart—added an irresistible allure. A natural blush kissed her cheeks, making her appearance nothing short of mesmerizing.

Behind her stood a tall, impeccably built man, his presence commanding in a perfectly tailored exquisite black suit. The intensity in his eyes and the firm set of his broad shoulders spoke of a protectiveness that went far beyond the role of a mere bodyguard. On the right side of his suit, a gleaming golden eagle emblem caught the light, a mark of his elite rank among the world's most prestigious protectors. The emblem, paired with his sleek, matching sunglasses, exuded an untouchable aura of power and prestige. Beneath those dark lenses, his raw, magnetic attractiveness was veiled just enough to leave you craving a glimpse of the man behind the mystery.

On the tarmac, a group of high-ranking officials and commanders stood at rigid attention, their postures straightening the moment the aircraft door opened. Eyes sharpened, and murmurs ceased as Princess Sovioliette Hillstain descended, their subtle yet swift movements betraying the weight of her presence. A few exchanged brief glances, barely disguising their awe, while others shifted in nervous anticipation, their breaths shallow as they prepared for her arrival. The air seemed to thrum with an unspoken tension, as if her every step carried the gravity of her nation's power.

Though Hillstain was small in size, its global influence was undeniable—its vast oil reserves and pioneering technology made the country a crucial player on the world stage. But beneath the surface of its wealth and innovation, Hillstain held even deeper secrets. The top-secret research facility, located on a secluded island, was shrouded in layers of security so advanced that it had become the stuff of legend. And at the center of it all stood Princess Sovioliette, a figure whose influence could sway both allies and rivals alike.

At just twenty, Princess Violette, though outwardly mature and composed, possessed a youthful charm and naivety that endeared her to those around her, evoking a strong sense of protectiveness.

"Welcome to our country, Princess," Greeted the airport representative, bowing respectfully as he extended his hand. Violette accepted it gracefully, allowing him to assist her down the steps. "Thank you. It's my pleasure," she replied with a warm diplomatic smile.

"How was the flight, Princess?" He inquired politely. The man, an older gentleman, was a familiar face among the Royals from Hillstain.

"It was wonderful as always. Unfortunately, my brother couldn't join me. He was eager to come, but it's a pity he couldn't make it, especially with the new nano chip release coming up in a few months." She sighed, then asked, "How are the preparations?"

"Rest assured, the Prince will handle everything splendidly," He replied with a reassuring smile before adding, "The car is ready, and everything is in place, including the arrangements for your bodyguard."

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your assistance," Violette said, her smile sincere.

"You're welcome, Your Highness. May you have a splendid stay," he said with a respectful bow before departing. As Violette gracefully settled into the plush backseat of the car, she instructed the driver to take her to her fiancé's university, where Asher had provided all the necessary details. As the car smoothly pulled away, she hummed softly, a melody of joy filling the space. Her thoughts drifted back to their last meeting in high school, a time when he had been dashing, charming, and utterly irresistible. A smile played on her lips—Would he still be as handsome, as cheeky as ever?