At the Abyanabad Imperial Palace, on a moonless night, a tranquil silence was occasionally punctuated by dogs barking. A round-arched window was open, its sheer curtains billowing as a black silhouette flashed, like an agile cat, into the room.
"Gulit..." a cold voice called.
"Who’s there?"
"Hehe, haven’t you recognized my voice in only a few days?"
A man slowly approached. He had a tall, slender figure and long hair that partly concealed his evil-looking eyes. With handso features, including a prominent nose, his appearance was exceptionally refined, yet those half-hidden eyes emanated a casual wickedness. Dressed in an expensive, handmade black suit over a deep purple shirt, he resembled a purple, double-petaled datura flower, blooming brightly in the darkness.
He held a bouquet of roses, a wicked smile on his face. Gulit, sitting by the dressing table, couldn’t help but tremble in fear as she watched him slowly approach.
The aura emanating from him made her shudder.
"Ni... Night... Night Owl..."
"Why are you afraid? I’m not going to kill you..." He stood behind her, leaned over, and rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at their reflections in the mirror.
"Gulit, you’ve had quite a bit of ti, but you haven’t managed to handle the Abyanabad prince yet... I’m very disappointed in you!"
"I... I’m sorry..."
"Sorry? It seems I’ve been too lenient with you. Do you have any idea what happens to people who disappoint ?"
He lightly brushed Gulit’s fair cheek with the roses in his hand. "I don’t have much patience. If I lose it before you complete the task I assigned you..."
It felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen, unable to flow.
Stiff with fear, she looked at the handso man in the mirror. He’s clearly so attractive, yet instead of feeling her heart flutter, she felt as if a venomous cobra was coiled around her shoulder, ready to bite her neck and puncture her artery the mont she dared to resist, leaving her to bleed out and die.
"Prince Kiya and his princess consort have a strong bond..."
"So what?!" Night Owl, who had a terrible temper, slamd the roses he held into her face. Gulit didn’t even dare to cry out.
"I... I will complete the task as soon as possible..." she uttered fearfully.
Although her public identity was the noble Princess Akbair Gulit of Pelindi, she was, in reality, nothing more than an assassin fostered by Night Owl.
"Look how pretty your face is; it would be a waste not to use it. A woman’s face can be a weapon too; if used well, it can be lethal..."
Tall and slender, Gulit wore a brightly colored, elegant, and alluring sari, with a dark red tika mark on her forehead. She was a beautiful woman.
As Night Owl studied Gulit’s face, he was reminded of Sienna Johnson. "Your nose is very similar to hers..."
Her? Who is she? Gulit naturally didn’t dare to ask.
Night Owl’s icy hand gently stroked Gulit’s nose. "If you look closely, the lips are similar too, but the color isn’t as seductive as hers..."
He pulled her face towards his and forcefully kissed her, causing her entire body to stiffen and tremble.
Opening his eyes and fixating on her nose, he felt desire stir within him. Night Owl unzipped his pants... Gulit was pressed to the ground, kneeling before him. He grabbed her cheeks and ordered,
"Serve !"
"Yes!"
Gulit endured the humiliating submission, hoping this man wouldn’t kill her on a whim.
Night Owl’s gaze was icy as he looked down at the woman before him. Gradually, Gulit’s face transford into Sienna Johnson’s in his mind, and Night Owl beca excited.
He grabbed her hair and forcefully thrust into her. Gulit cried out in pain but didn’t dare resist.
"Sienna..."
As a white light flashed in his mind and his body trembled, he called out the na of the woman he yearned for.
Sienna.
Sienna Johnson!
Little did Sienna Johnson know that she was currently under Night Owl’s close surveillance. He knew everything, down to what she ate and how many bites of each dish she took.
This insidious stalking only deepened Night Owl’s fascination with Sienna Johnson.
A beautiful, intelligent, cunning woman...
Night Owl eagerly anticipated playing with Sienna Johnson.
Like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, Night Owl watched Adrian Desmond and Sienna Johnson closely, ready to strike their vulnerabilities with his poison-laced fangs.
While Adrian Desmond calmly made his preparations, Sienna Johnson remained completely unaware of the danger drawing closer.
A dangerous, evil, perverse man had taken an interest in her, intending to capture her, imprison her, and make her his plaything.
「At the Desmond family residence.」
It was ti for Sienna Johnson to have a prenatal checkup. She had it done at a hospital in Abyanabad, as dostic hospitals didn’t permit gender identification. Although Sienna didn’t particularly want to know the baby’s gender, preferring a surprise at birth, her family was extrely eager for the news. Though they all said they wouldn’t mind whether it was a boy or a girl, everyone was secretly hoping for a son.
So, Sienna had a fetal gender identification test done.
"Is it really a boy?" Pauline Briggs asked in delight.
"Mom, look at you... I really can’t stand it," Sienna replied, feigning discontent.
"What’s wrong with ?"
"What do you think? Such blatant favoritism for sons over daughters," Sienna joked.
Pauline said, a hint of exasperation mixed with her smile, "If you have a granddaughter for next, I’ll love her too. But you know, neither the Johnson family nor the Desmond family have male heirs. If you can give birth to a son this ti, then when Curly grows up, she won’t need to find a husband to marry into our family.
"I’m just looking out for you two! Honestly, you ungrateful kids!"
Sienna caressed her belly and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, look at Madam Johnson. If she wants to favor sons, fine, but does she have to co up with so many grand justifications?"
The old lady was also happy. "Having a son is good! Our Johnson family needs sons! I hope this baby is a boy, and that you have more sons in the future! The more sons, the more the family prospers."
"Adrian, look at them..." Sienna leaned onto Adrian Desmond’s shoulder, smiling as she playfully contradicted them.
The family was in high spirits. Samara, resting her chin in her hands, stared at Sienna’s belly. "Sister, when the baby is born, I can help take care of it."
"Aren’t you supposed to be in school?"
Samara stuck out her tongue. "I can help after school."
"You’d better study hard. If you don’t get into a good high school, what will you do then?"
Unambitious, Samara replied, "That’s alright. As long as I can get into an ordinary university. After graduation, Sister, you can help find a job as a secretary, and I can just cruise through life."
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