Reign of a King: Chapter 1
Reign of a King: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Kingdom Duet Book 1)
Drastic measures.
They arenât something I want to take, but something I have to.
Iâm only playing the cards Iâve been dealt. Well, Iâm also paying for not being more careful, but itâs pointless to ponder on the past.
I, of all people, know that so well.
The wedding isnât what I expected from grandiose families like the Kings and the Steels.
Itâs a simple ceremony with a few people present. Theyâre probably the elite of the elite if they managed to get invited to this event.
I sure wasnât.
Instead, I spent an entire week trying to forge an invitation. I ended up going out with one of Steel Corporationâs leaders, Agnus Hamilton. Heâs not just the CFO. Heâs also Ethan Steelâs right-hand man.
In a way, I killed two birds with one stone. I got to learn more about the corporation â not that he talked a lot on that subject. I also got invited to the wedding as his plus-one. I didnât even have to try as hard as I predicted.
Agnus gave me a direct opening into Ethan Steelâs entourage.
He only escorted me inside the reception area, then disappeared somewhere.
Iâll have to find him so he can introduce me to Ethan, but first⦠I need to practice my pitch again.
Thatâs why Iâm standing in a secluded area by the buffet table, nibbling on a piece of lobster and taking note of my surroundings.
The wedding reception is set up around the pool of the Steel household. The brideâs home.
The afternoonâs dim sun glints on the surface of the water, illuminating the light blue colour. Itâs an elegant picture frame filled with distinguished men in expensive tuxedos and women in designer gowns.
My research paid off in recognising almost all of the big shots present here today. I learnt early on to never be blindsided, and for that very reason, I did as much research as possible.
For instance, the shorter man in a sharp tuxedo is Lewis Knight, secretary of state. Heâs smiling at something the two men with aristocratic features have said. Theyâre actual nobles with titles. Duke Tristan Rhodes and Earl Edric Astor.
It doesnât end there, though. The Prime Minister, Sebastian Queens himself, and his wife are congratulating the bride and groom.
It shouldnât be a surprise.
They all belong to the same circle of influential figures. Power oozes from every corner of this âfamilialâ reception.
Corrupted.
Infinite.
Untouchable.
Itâs like being in the sunâs immediate orbit. If a normal person wants to approach that type of power, they should be ready to be burnt.
I guess I am.
Because I have no choice.
Desperation leads you to radical decisions you wouldâve never considered before.
This is my only chance to save the livelihood of hundreds of workers, their families, their futures, and their debts â that they funnel for these rich people. They say you always have a choice, but distinguishing between those choices is never clear cut.
Making decisions is even more difficult. If it were up to me, I wouldnât have stepped a foot here. If it were up to me, I wouldâve avoided this circle of people like the plague.
The groom lifts his head and I slowly retreat behind a young couple who are laughing. Xander Knight, the son of the secretary of state, and a green-haired girl, who, if I remember correctly, is the daughter of a famous artist and a diplomat.
Theyâre university kids. Just like the happy couple who got married today.
When I first heard they were both nineteen going on twenty, I admit to being surprised. I didnât realise kids these days married so young. Iâm twenty-seven and itâs not even on my radar. Not that it ever will be.
Iâm defective, and I wonât inflict my atypical life on anyone.
But hey, Iâm thankful they chose to get married now. Itâs given me a straight opening to this scene that I wouldâve never dreamt of walking into.
Even if Agnus had helped beyond inviting me, he wouldnât have presented me the chance to have a meeting with the great Ethan Steel, even if Iâd offered my body.
Not that I would.
This is my perfect opportunity.
Today is the union of two powerful families in the United Kingdom. Ethan Steelâs daughter is marrying Jonathan Kingâs son.
In other words, the long, ruthless rivalry between the two ex-friends, Ethan and Jonathan, is coming to an end.
King Enterprises and Steel Corporation are turning the page with their childrenâs union. They even joined forces for a partnership with the family business of Tristan Rhodesâs â the duke I saw earlier.
Or thatâs what the magazines say. In reality, it could be something entirely different.
If thereâs one thing Iâve learnt in my life, itâs that the truth isnât always what it seems. Especially with the powerful and the mighty.
The people who have money and influence pumped through their veins instead of blood think differently than the rest of us peasants. They act differently too, which is why I need to be careful.
I canât be caught.
Especially not now.
I do another discreet sweep of the guests, searching for Agnus. Thereâs no trace of him or Ethan. Could they be in a private meeting?
No. The prime minister, the duke, the earl, and the Secretary of State are outside. Since Agnus and Ethan belong to their closest circle, they wouldnât leave them out. Did they perhaps go to the other side of the garden?
I need to get this over with and leave before I meet him.
Or worse, before he recognises me.
I canât stress enough that I cannot be caught. Itâll blow everything up in smoke.
Thatâs the only downside of coming here instead of scheduling a meeting in Steel Corporation. I have better chances of striking a deal, but thereâs also the risk of confronting him.
Sucking deep breaths through my nose then mouth, I smooth down my black mermaid dress with a double deep V at the front and back. It shows a bit of skin, but not too much, and moulds against my curves perfectly. Iâve accentuated the look with the pearls my best friend got me for my birthday.
My hair is tied elegantly at my nape and my makeup is bold â red lipstick, heavy eyeliner, and too much mascara. Itâs nothing like I would normally wear on a day-to-day basis.
Living my whole life in the shadows has taught me to never stand out. If I do, itâs game over.
Today, Iâve had to go against my core survival method for a different survival game.
My appearance suits being on Agnus Hamiltonâs arm. Not that the man knows how to compliment, but considering his position in the great scheme of things, I needed to look the part of his date.
And also, to pique Ethanâs attention.
Iâm about to head back to search for them when a presence suddenly materializes by my side.
My heel steps back involuntarily and a shudder shoots up my spine and engulfs me in a thick shroud of fog.
Run.
They found you.
Fucking run.
I swallow those thoughts and steady my breathing. Iâve lived here for five years. No one knows me.
No one.
Smothering the panic, I plaster on a smile and stare up at the person whoâs appeared out of nowhere â without even making a sound.
I know because Iâm usually the best at hearing the smallest noises. Itâs how Iâve survived this long.
Glancing over my shoulder, in my closet, and under my bed isnât just a nasty habit. Itâs the only way I can exist.
My smile falters as I come face-to-face with none other than the groom himself.
Aiden King.
Jonathan Kingâs only son and one of his two heirs, along with his nephew, Levi.
He has sharp features and an impressive height that allows him to look down at me. His metal grey eyes zero in on my face with awe, wonder, and what seems likeâ¦loss.
The small mole on the side of his right eye catches my attention first, causing my legs shake.
Itâs the same as in my memories.
His lips part, but it takes him a second to speak, âMum?â
A tremor grips my fingers as I place the unfinished lobster back on the plate and pretend to fiddle with the food even though Iâm seeing blurry shapes. Iâm thankful my voice comes out calm, unaffected even. âIâm sorry. Youâve got the wrong person.â
He says nothing, but he doesnât attempt to move. I feel his gaze digging holes into the top of my head like a hawk.
âWhy arenât you looking at me?â
I lift my head and flash him the serene smile I can fake so well. The one that hides endless chaos underneath.
Aiden continues watching me with judgemental and calculative eyes. âYouâre not my mother.â
Phew. âThatâs what I said.â
âThen who the fuck are you?â His attention doesnât leave my face, almost as if heâs searching for something.
Or, to be more specific, someone.
âExcuse me?â I feign innocence.
âIf youâre not Alicia, why do you look exactly like her and what the fuck are you doing at my wedding?â
I keep my cool. âI was invited by Agnus.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know how to answer that.â
He steps closer, his face and voice losing their surprised element and morphing to a steel so cold, it matches the colour of his eyes. âWhy are you here? Who the fuck are you? And donât tell me this is a coincidence, because I donât believe in that.â
No wonder people call Aiden a replica of his father. If he werenât eight years my junior, Iâd actually be scared of him.
Scratch that. The only reason Iâm standing my ground in front of him is because Iâm already acquainted with the devil.
People are nothing compared to the devil. So they donât frighten me.
âAiden?â
The bride appears by his side, holding the hem of her ample white dress. Her blonde hair falls in elegant waves down her back, giving her an angelic appearance.
âWhat are you doingâ¦â she trails off when her blue eyes meet mine. Her surprised expression is louder than her new husbandâs and she blinks a few times. âA-Alicia?â
âI was just telling Aiden youâve got the wrong person.â This time, I recover quickly.
He narrows his eyes. âHow do you know my name?â
Shit. âItâs all over the place. Congratulations on your wedding.â
I turn around and leave before Aiden can catch me. I have no doubt heâd question me, and I canât allow that to happen. Besides, I have no answers for him.
Iâm on a mission.
All I have to do is finish it and get it over with.
I slip through to the other side of the garden, quickening my pace as if Iâm being chased. Which I might as well be.
A breath leaves me when Iâm out of Aidenâs visual range. I take a pause at the back corner and collect myself.
That was close.
Which means Iâm pressed for time and need to get this over with as soon as possible.
As expected, I find Agnus and Ethan here. They stand around a table with Calvin Reed, a diplomat and the father of the green-haired girl I saw earlier.
I touch my wristwatch, the one I have on me at all times. My lucky watch thatâs saved me more than once. Itâs almost like the one who gave it to me is looking out for me.
Here we go.
Putting my smile in place, I take a champagne flute from a passing waiter, snap my spine into a straight line, and waltz towards them.
Just when Iâm about to reach them, a child no older than ten crashes into Calvinâs leg and demands his attention. The diplomat nods at the other two, takes the boyâs hand, and leads him towards the house.
Ethan and Agnus continue talking amongst themselves.
My perfect chance.
Like the pictures on the internet, Ethanâs appearance is striking with light chestnut hair, a sharp jawline, and a tall, fit figure. From afar, he doesnât really share many features with the bride, but as I approach them, the resemblance is there, subtle and creeping under the surface.
I touch Agnusâs bicep. âThere you are.â
His bland eyes fall on me. Itâs like they have no colour; their pale blue is washed out, almost non-existent. Heâs broader than Ethan, but with a less sharp edge and a more silent demeanour. His physique is very well-built for someone in his mid-forties, and he gives untouchable vibes.
When I first made him my target and figured out where he takes his morning coffees, I thought Iâd have the hardest time getting him to notice me, considering he never dates or even shows interest in women.
Colour me surprised when he offered to pay for my coffee that morning.
Maybe Iâm majorly underestimating myself? Who knows? No matter how tough it got, Iâve never reduced myself to playing these types of games before, so I have no past experience to compare to.
âRight.â He smiles. Or tries to, anyway. Agnus barely has any expression, like they were washed out at birth or something. When he speaks, thereâs a hint of a refined Birmingham accent to his words. âAurora, let me introduce you. This is Ethan Steel. Ethan, Aurora Harper.â
We exchange business cards and I try not to grin. Acquiring Ethanâs with his personal phone number on it is like hitting the jackpot.
âI told you about her,â Agnus adds.
He told him about me?
Yes!
My victory dance is halted when I perceive the pause in Ethanâs features. Heâs the emperor of Steel Corporation, mid-forties, and has a presence so strong, youâre tempted to stop and look at him. Itâs not the intrusive type, though. Itâs more like the welcoming type where you just have to get in his vicinity.
Thatâs why heâs the most fitting candidate to help me out. He was in a coma for nine years, and since he returned almost three years ago, heâs been investing in small companies and building back his empire by using several investments in different fields.
The fact that heâs pausing isnât good. Please donât tell me heâll act as if heâs seen a ghost like his daughter and Aiden did.
âMs Harper.â He takes my hand a places a kiss at the back of it, never cutting eye contact. âItâs nice to meet you.â
Phew.
âThe pleasure is all mine, and please, Aurora is fine. Congratulations on your daughterâs wedding, Mr Steel.â
âEthan is fine. Agnus tells me you sell watches?â
Thank you, Agnus. I throw him a grateful glance and focus back on Ethan. âYes. In fact, itâs my passion.â
âHow so?â
I motion at his wristwatch. âThat mustâve cost a fortune, but do you know why?â
âThe brand.â
âYes, brand awareness. But also, the work the brand established to have said awareness. Your watch is custom-made to fit your wrist size and be comfortable, even if you spend twelve hours in the office and then a few more hours at dinners or parties. Itâs there to help you get through your day, but it remains unnoticed. Almost like background motivation.â
âImpressive.â He glimpses at his right-hand man.
âI told you,â Agnus says with the same blank face.
âLetâs make a toast.â Ethan raises his glass. âTo background motivation.â
âTo background motivation.â I raise my flute in return, a wide grin on my face.
I did it.
Iâm saving the company.
All I have to do is keep up with pleasantries, offer him another custom-made, and move on to business talk.
I have no time to waste. Countless people in H&H look up to me and I will not let them down.
âIâll go get another drink.â Agnus nods at us before disappearing out of view.
That leaves only Ethan and me. I smile, even though I prefer having Agnus around. Heâs a great backup, considering he did most of the work for me. I may not click with him emotionally, considering he doesnât really have those types of connections with women â or any human being, but Iâll be forever grateful for the help he offered.
Ethan leans closer, his features welcoming but concentrated. âTell me more about the business side.â
As Iâm about to start, my mind rushes with all the pitches Iâve spent a long time preparing.
I lift my head slightly and my smile disappears when my gaze collides with sinister grey eyes.
Killer eyes.
His presence rips me from the now and slams me to eleven years in the past.
Iâm back to that day, catching my breath at the side of the road. I broke to pieces and Iâm still unable to pull myself together again.
He is one of the reasons I never will.
Jonathan King.
A ruler in this world.
An actual king who holds more power than the queen herself.
My worst enemy.