Page 66 of His Beloved Princess
And because I’m not ready to give up and I refuse to live in a world where you’re not by my side, note this: I will fight for you, for us, till my last breath, until there is no strength in me to continue. I won’t ever give up on you. If you push me away, reject me, or ever choose another man, I’ll find a way to crush into your life and remind you who loves you the most.
It sounds possessive, threatening, and dangerous, but it is what it is. You areMINE. No other man, woman, or situation would ever come between us. I should write, I wouldn’t let you go without a fight, but I would never let you go without a war, without a horrendous battle with everyone and everything that stands in the way of our happiness, and if I die, so be it. I would gladly die for loving you, baby girl.
That’s why I chose you to inherit everything I owe in case something happens to me. There is no better person to continue my legacy and work than you. You’re so clever, brilliant, incredibly great, and passionate about everything you do that no one could possibly question my decision. I just hope you see yourself that way, too, as a strong, capable, and hardworking woman who achieves everything she sets her mind to. Please, if the situation ever arises, don’t refuse this gift from me. It’ll be a nightmare from the start, but I promise you can turn it into your biggest dream. You have it in you, princess.
With everything you just read, there is only one question to be asked. I pray to God that you found this letter accidentally in my vault, hidden from the world, and the explanation isn’t needed anymore because I've already done this properly. You've forgiven me, and we are happily married, but if not, I’m deeply sorry for not being there and doing it myself—to kneel in front of you and ask you the question almost every woman wants to hear from the man she loves. I’m sorry I did it like this, on paper with my brother and in secret, but if I’m gone, and we are not married yet, it’s the only way for me to protect you and to prove my love.
My hands are trembling when I’m writing this, and my heart is skipping beats and doing weird things I can’t describe. It’s almost like I’m doing it for real. It’s thrilling and calming at the same time.
I love you, princess, and I want to ask, will you marry me?
Sincerely,
Forever yours
Bastian Thorn
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An Answer
Electra
Bastian's words were echoing in my mind in an endless loop, taking away my sanity. Every cheerful memory and happy thought safely stored in my mind intensified the pain in my chest and the dread of losing him forever.
However, my brain was also preoccupied with different questions and scenarios that didn't make sense. The biggest issue for me was: why the letter? Why would Bastian ask me to marry him if he knew we had broken up? It was too contradictory for him. He was very logical, and even when love sometimes forced people to do illogical things, he wasn't just some regular man. This had to have a more significant meaning.
And there was only one person who could answer my questions and calm down my crazy brain from imagining unbelievable schemes. So, with the letter neatly folded in my black purse, I entered the building where the private practice of Andreas Thorn had its head office.
I took a deep breath, finding a strange comfort in my black, high-heeled stilettos clicking on the shiny caramel-colored floor. A friendly middle-aged receptionist smiled politely and showed me the way to the elevators. The firm was located on the top four levels, and, of course, the king's office was on thehighest floor.
With my stomach twisting, I adjusted the collar on my white blouse and checked the pencil skirt. In this outfit, I felt the best. It boosted my confidence, and the tremble in my body lessened.
I was nervous because of the conversation ahead of me, but I needed answers. Andreas was one of the most unpleasant and arrogant people I ever met. I only consoled myself by saying that he was kind of nice to me since I ended up in the hospital. He was oddly protective of me, and it almost looked like he cared. However, his natural behavior couldn't be pushed back for a long time, and I expected rude responses from him.
One last glance in the mirror in the elevator assured me I looked the best I could, so I walked into the spacious hall, my mouth falling to the floor instantly. I hadn’t expected such a luxurious environment for a law firm.
From where I stood, I saw three grand offices with glass doors and windows, so the furniture and people inside could be seen. Everywhere I looked, there were expensive paintings and sculptures. One wall was turned into an aquarium with extraordinary fish, and next to it was a massive mirror overgrown with plants. It was terrific, and I stared at the scene in awe.
Shaking my head, still slightly shocked, I strolled past the offices and behind the corner. In the middle of another hall was an island where three young women, all dressed in the same royal blue dress, were chatting and smiling. None of them noticed me, so I quickly looked around to locate the biggest office or Andreas personally.
And I found him, but not in the place I hoped for. I noticed him in the conference room with another twelve people through the glass wall, gesturing and explaining something. I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him. I couldn't stop my brain from confusing him with his older brother. The burgundy color of his button-up shirt wasn't something Bastian had in his closet, but it suited him perfectly. It underlined his dark aura, and in combination with the stern glare of his icy-blue eyes, he looked dangerous and extremely attractive.
Initially, it didn't get to me, but I quickly realized the three women weren't just chatting; they were admiring him. He had the same effect on them as every manin the Thorn family had on women. The entire female generation was powerless against their sinful charm.
Almost rolling my eyes at the giggling girls, I turned around to find Andreas’ office to wait for him there when one of his fans finally comprehended I shouldn't be just wandering around.
"Can I help you?" she asked, her grass-green eyes focused on me. She had a beautiful heart-shaped face framed by curly dark hair, a thin nose, and plump lips, but she used too much makeup, and her fake eyelashes looked so heavy that I was surprised she could keep her eyes open.
"I'm here to see Mr. Thorn," I replied, the words making my heart bleed. There was only one Mr. Thorn in my world.
"Do you have an appointment?" the woman asked, typing on the computer while the other two stopped watching Andreas and also turned to me.
"No, but he will meet me," I answered confidently, lifting an eyebrow when she flashed me a fake smile.
"Mr. Thorn doesn't meet people because they want to. He chooses his clients." Her arrogant, lecturing tone immediately raised my blood pressure. I was about to retort something to her statement when one of her colleagues, the blonde one with piercing brown eyes and chubby cheeks, approached her and showed her a picture on her cellphone.
"I'm sorry, Miss Hernandez. Debra didn't recognize you," she apologized, pushing the brunette to the side and taking her place behind the computer. "Mr. Thorn has a fifteen-minute break after the briefing, so please follow me into his office. You can wait for him there."
