𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter-40

*•.¸♡ AUTHOR'S POV ♡¸.•*

A grand mansion stood in the heart of the woods, glowing under the soft illumination of countless lights. Even the surrounding forest was adorned with lanterns and decorative lights, casting a magical glow that made the scene look breathtaking.

The mansion's decor was nothing short of extravagant as if prepared for a celebrity's grand celebration. The driveways winding through the woods were also meticulously decorated, ensuring an elegant entrance for arriving guests.

Along the pathways, security guards stood at intervals, their sharp eyes scanning every passing vehicle, ensuring nothing unwelcome approached.

At the driveway's entrance, a guard stood watch. As a sleek, high-end car approached, his gaze locked onto the distinctive logo on its front. His expression instantly shifted from neutral to alert.

"Boys, the Beast King is here. Stay sharp," the guard alerted his fellow men through the mind link. The weight of his words settled over the others like a silent command. Immediately, their postures stiffened, eyes sharp and unwavering. No one wanted to make a mistake, not when he was arriving.

Seven sleek black cars entered the long, decorated pathway leading to the mansion. The vehicle in the center stood out, its presence almost commanding, shielded by three cars at the front and three at the rear. It was clear—this was no ordinary arrival.

As the convoy advanced, the guards standing along the path straightened even further. Their heads dipped in perfect unison, a silent act of respect for the one inside.

Inside the main car, Myra's eyes widened in astonishment. The breathtaking decorations, the grand display of security, and the sheer discipline of the guards left her spellbound. She had never seen anything quite like this.

A strange mix of excitement and nervousness coiled in her stomach. Her fingers instinctively fidgeted with the fabric of her dress.

The only thing keeping her grounded was Diego's firm grip on her other hand. His palm was warm, and steady—a stark contrast to her restlessness. Watching her closely, Diego's lips curved into an amused smirk.

"We can still turn back, moon, if you're nervous," Diego said, his deep voice carrying a teasing edge. His fingers tightened slightly around her hand, his amusement evident in the way his lips curled into a smirk.

Myra turned to him, giving him a look that was half-annoyed, half-bewildered. "I'm not nervous," she declared, though the slight hesitation in her voice betrayed her.

Diego raised a single eyebrow, a silent challenge in his gaze. Are you sure? his expression seemed to ask. Caught under his knowing stare, Myra felt heat rush to her cheeks. She shifted in her seat, letting out a small, awkward laugh.

"I-I mean... I am. But... I'm excited too," she confessed, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. A spark of anticipation flickered in her eyes, something even she hadn't expected to feel.

Diego watched her intently, noting the shift in her expression. However, he didn't realize the true reason behind her excitement.

"See? No reason to turn back," Myra added with a smile, forcing her gaze away to look out the window. Outside, the towering trees and golden lights blended into a mesmerizing blur as the car moved forward.

Yet Diego's eyes didn't leave her. He studied the way her lips twitched into a small, secretive smile, the way her fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of her dress as if trying to steady herself.

"By the way," Myra spoke again, turning back to him with curiosity in her eyes, "why do you never attend these kinds of parties? Even when personally invited?" She tilted her head slightly, genuinely intrigued.