𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑴𝑬

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐

  AT BRIGHT'S MANSION

Bright's POV

"Grace Parker, I hope this kind of incident won't happen again, got it?" I said, trying to keep my tone firm.

"Do you really think you can make me stay here forever? You're wrong because you don't own me," she shot back, her defiance surprising me.

"Yes, I do, princess. I own you, and don't think for a second that I'll let you go," I replied, stepping closer.

"Don't approach me! You're a monster," she insisted, attempting to pull away. I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her closer.

"I'm not a monster. I'm your future husband, princess." Her expression shifted as she tried to push me away.

"Stay far away from me!" she exclaimed, but I could see a hint of laughter in her eyes.

"Never ask me to stay away again, because I don't know how I'm going to survive without you!" I said, my voice low and earnest. Our faces were inches apart, and I noticed her cheeks flushing.

"Let's eat. I know you're hungry," I said, taking her hand gently. We walked together to the dining room. "Take a seat, princess. I'll call Win to join us!"

   IN THE DINNING ROOM

Grace's POV

I sat quietly, waiting for Bright and Win, when Bella walked in with plates of delicious food. "Bella??" I was surprised to see her; just a few minutes ago, no one had answered my calls.

"Yes, Grace. Why are you surprised by my presence?" she said, smiling.

"So you were here?" I asked, still confused.

"Yes, I'm always around," she replied politely.

"Are you kidding me? When I called for someone, you weren't here! I was waiting for food!" My frustration slipped out, and I noticed her look down.

"Sorry, Grace. I was about to come, but..."

Seeing her so downcast made me feel guilty. "Bella, you don't have to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry for raising my voice. I was just... frustrated about trying to escape. It's not your fault. I'm really sorry." Just then, Bright and Win entered the room.

"What are we going to eat, Bright?" Win asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I heard Grandma made your favorite dishes today, so I asked Bella to do the same for you," Bright replied, his tone gentle.

"Do you know, Bright? Grandma also made Mick's favorite dishes! She's so kind!" Win exclaimed, and I watched Bright smile.

"Who's Mick?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"Mick is my other little brother. He's the youngest," Bright explained while serving Win's plate.

"So you guys are three!" I said, wondering if there were more siblings.

"You're interested in learning more about me, aren't you, princess?" he teased, grinning.

"Stop with the nonsense. If you don't want to share, then don't," I shot back, a bit harshly. He just smirked.

"Yes, there are three of us. Mick is still at our grandparents' house because he doesn't go to school yet, but Win will start tomorrow." He looked at Win fondly.

"What about your parents?" I asked, not expecting it to shift the mood.

"I have work to do. Win, after you finish eating, go to your room and check if you've done all your homework for tomorrow," Bright said, his voice suddenly serious. Then he left without saying anything more. Win finished eating and headed straight to his room.