Sinasabing ang puso ay may sariling mata at kayang kilalanin ang taong mahal mo sa hindi maipaliwanag na paraan. Ngunit, pa'no kung ang taong kasama mo ngayon ay ginaya ang hitsura, pag-uugali, ang buong pagkatao ng taong mahal mo? Kaya pa rin bang...
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FAUXKHAMYA'S POV
Our trip to Stallion Island was much easier compared to others since Beiron, MY husband, have his own chopper, it dropped us off to Prince Rostam's private hangar. Well, talk about being lucky, I won't have to worry about the scanners for our luggage since we come here as with VIP pass. Actually, that's easy to get when your husband is close to the Prince. I smirked. I guess my mission here will be easy.
I was pulled in reality when Beiron squeezed my hand. I looked at him and he formed this in his lips, "In front of you." I did what he said, and for the first time, I felt like struck by the lightning. This man standing in front of me screams royalty though he's in a casual clothing. He's surrounded by a commanding aura, that set me on edge. I tried not to cowered by his presence since I'm supposed to act like I've known him for a long time, well at least since I married my husband, Beiron, but it was hard to shook that overwhelming sense of authority in him. This confirmed that he is the Prince they've been talking about, the crown prince of the Kingdom of Al Ashiq, Prince Rostam. The greeting he offered which was a small nod seemed sincere though there was a slight sense of uneasiness on it. Then I was surprised when a woman suddenly leapt on me and flashed me with her brilliant smile. I was struck by how beautiful she was and couldn't help a pang of insecurity.
"This must be Jumeirah Independencia Al-Nuri, personal slave of Prince Rostam." In my thoughts.
"Khamya! I've been waiting for you, what took you so long?" She asked, but before I could muster a reply, the Prince made a small coughed which got our attention.
"Slave, reserve your inquiries later, I bet they need to rest right now since it's late." Prince Rostam said.
Jumeirah smirked and the Prince glared at her, while Beiron and I can't help ourselves but smiled on their little bickering.
After that, the Prince commanded his people to fetch our bags and we get inside at the grandiose The Peak.
And I secretly grinned as the killing floor was set for my best laid plans.
When we entered at The Peak, we were led down to grand corridors illuminated by crystal chandeliers and lined with portraits depicting centuries of Al Ashiqui monarchs. I knew the prince's residence had an actual throne room and other areas for state functions, but tonight we were taken to the guest room- the room we'll be using while we're here at the island. The baby, Ana and Mila had another guest room reserved for them too.
When we got inside, it's definitely not something I imagined. A giant TV screen hung on the wall, a large plush sofas were arranged around the screen, a king-sized bed, and all decors that screams with class. While Beiron excused himself to take a shower, I threw myself on the bed while giggling. This is the life I've been dreaming!
Then I settled myself in front of the large mirror. I looked down in my hands. They look different, I thought. My face looked different too. All of me seemed different. These past few days had changed me in ways I couldn't quite yet fully comprehend.
"Admiring yourself?" I hadn't heard Beiron open the door, but there he was, smirking intolerably as always, propped against the frame of the doorway. "You look lovely. A fitting companion for me." He added.
I bit back my words and walked toward him. He caught my arm as I tried to pass him in the doorway. His hand ran over my bare shoulder then planted a light kiss on it. I giggled. Then snuggled into the bend of his neck, just breathing in the scent of his skin. His aftershave was clean and sweet. Frankly, without a drop of aftershave I loved the smell of Beiron's neck. I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly.
"Something wrong?"
"Nice aftershave," I said. No need to confess that I'd had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing.
He smug then kissed me. His lips were sweet, slightly minty from toothpaste. I felt the buzz in my body that came from touching him, that started at the base of my spine and shot through all my nerves. I giggled against his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I love you." I said. Putting weight in every word. I meant it.
"I love you too," He replied.
We're both tired from the trip so we decided to retire for the night.We lie on the bed and curled up on our sides, arms tightly around each other, and there was so much emotion building inside me, I thought I would burst. Though this life I'm living right now was a lie, being with him makes me want to do this pretending into reality. And to do that, the real Khamya should be eliminated for good, which was quite not a problem since she's been taken care of by UNFRC, I'm sure they won't free her until she gets useless and when that time comes, only death awaits for her. And now, the only problem left was to fulfill the mission given to me by THAT man. I have to kill that person in the photo. So that Beiron and I would be together forever. We had to be. Then I closed my eyes and rehearsed my evil plan on my mind.
