LOGINWhen a woman has irrestible charm, a man can be blind to her dangerous ways. *** Sixteen years ago, Arya's father was killed by the queen mother of Niveria, a small island. And now she's back for revenge, working as a maid in the palace. Turns out it's not going to be a walk in the park because the people in it are more dangerous than they seem. Matters are complicated when she falls for the young king who isn't as nice as he pretends to be. Will she succeed in getting the one thing she believes can heal her broken heart or will the fight destroy her?
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How it happened, Arya did not know. It was a miracle that had come out of nowhere. Candela, for some inexplicable reason had given her (the new maid) the task of cleaning the king’s office. It was Arleta who usually worked in the king and queen’s offices. It was a big deal as one had to be on probation for a long time before getting the chance to enter those offices. For some reason, candela, the head housekeeper had assigned Arleta to the royal hall. Arya had been very much relieved, having got tired of cleaning the same old places. Finally, a breath of fresh air.The most prominent furniture in the room was the elegant throne at the center of it. It was golden and smaller than the one in the royal hall. There was a table in front of it with a variety of stationery strewn all over the table. Pens, notebooks, pieces of paper, open files, pencils and a punching machine. Looking at the disorganized books on one row of the shelf behind the small throne, Arya
Kalen’s apartment was spotless and extremely neat. He was the neatest freak Arya knew and always frowned at her inability to keep things organized. The color theme was light blue and the room looked like it had been designed by a professional interior designer not a man who had studied accounting.Kalen brought two steaming cups of coffee from the kitchen and set them on the table.“Want some cookies as well,” he inquired, looking at Arya who was lying face up on the couch.He was the perfect man, the complete package. He was not only good looking but also endowed with the most amazing personality. He was warm and kind hearted, treating everyone with respect, regardless of who they were. Amazingly, he did not believe in gender roles, he respected women and listened to them, not making them feel less than him. He was a real man. Arya wished she would fall in love with a man like him, if one did exist. The probability of that be
Ann’s home was a simple one. If you’d seen her, you wouldn’t believe she came from there. It was a small house where her father, aunt, and little sister lived. Ann had moved out but still sent monthly support to them. Her father had a job but she knew there was always need for more funds. Her mother had succumbed to colon cancer two months ago. You couldn’t have known she had so many burdens, seeing her act so normal. Everyone judged her from how she portrayed herself, not knowing about the pain she hid deep inside.They thought she was arrogant and considered herself above others but now they could all see that she had isolated herself because she did not want to expose the pain in her heart. She bore it all on her own, without asking for anyone’s help.“I just feel so sad for this little girl,” Mercy said, caressing the arm of the girl who’d fallen asleep in Arya’s arms. Ann’s sister Cailleen was only four years old and the world was mercile





