A love unscripted

amiliar ceiling adorned with intricate molding and a dazzling chandelier. She sat up

ork. The room was certainly unfamiliar and she could tell b

r the side of the bed. With a wave of dizziness and headache acco

pened the previous night. Was she with friends? Did she

napped? "No, if this was an abduction, I certainly won't be brought to a place this luxurious, and I

ense of familiarity within her. She made way for the door, but it

a tea tray. "Good morning, Madam Ariel. My name is Watson, the butler. It

riel. Perhaps you care to freshen up beforehand?" His eyes gestured discre

mile, "I think Master Connel will be in the right position to provide you with the answers you seek. Ple

for her neck in thoughts that she misplaced the one thing she held dear to her heart- her l

asion. It had been a gift from her. Pleased she has worn it ever since. She touched her neck, and it was then she re

sser. It was an old family heirloom, passed to her by her g

guing about bills and finances, their voices hushed but urgent. Ariel's stomach growled with hu

off the feeling, returning to the present. The locket still clut

the tea tray and sipped the tea gradually. In the hope that it will help in relieving

ss at a grand party. She had arrived with a group of colleagues intending to leave with th

but she couldn't quite place it. "I've come across this name before," Ariel whispered to herself, "but where?" A shive

onse. Ariel blinked, still trying to process her surroundings. As Watson gestured for her to take the lead, Ar

ase. The decorations and lavish furnishings seemed to tell a story, but s

al family but there was no soul present. Ariel stood as she adored the hall rend

in this mansion seemed familiar as if she had stumbled into a dream she couldn't quite recall. " Why would one have the

pierced the silence, sending shivers down her spine. "You don'

shadows, his broad shoulders and chiseled features radiating an aura of power. Connel's pier

he moved closer to her. Ariel felt a flutter in her chest, her sense

Ariel felt a shiver run down her spine, her skin prickling with unease. She tried to step b

eld her captive. He takes another step closer, his movements fluid and deliberate, before making

filled with authority, like a king commanding his subject. Ariel, in a moment of disbelie

ore her, her mind racing with questions. "Who are you?" She says final

in their depths. "Connel Wilder," he replies, his voice low and smooth