"See you at the gala then," Casaio said and walked out of the office. However, he didn’t leave right away, instead, he went to see Amelie.
She was checking the files that were stacked on her desk when heard the door opening.
Lifting her head, Amelie found the eldest prince standing in front of her. She was quick to greet him in her humble tone while keeping her gaze low.
Casaio didn’t respond to her and approached her. "Our mother will not like your presence next to Gabriel. So, make sure you don’t attend the gala. She doesn’t like Gabriel, and your presence may trigger her more. I hope you understand what I mean, Miss Amelie," he said, keeping the talk straightforward.
"Yes, Sir," Amelie replied.
"Good," Casaio took a step back and turned around only to see Gabriel.
"I told you to leave right away, not to lecture Amelie," Gabriel stated.
Casaio let out a low chuckle, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, before walking past his younger brother without another word. His silence was more provoking than any parting remark he could have made.
Gabriel stood rigid, his jaw tightening as he watched his brother leave. A storm of fury brewed within him.
His mother’s resentment was something he had long endured, but now his eldest brother had joined in, meddling where he wasn’t needed.
Casaio had always found ways to get under his skin, but this time he crossed the limit.
He exhaled sharply, turning back to Amelie. "Don’t listen to him. And don’t—"
"I will attend the gala with you," Amelie interrupted.
Gabriel’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had expected instant refusal from her. After all, she had just been warned about the consequences.
But Amelie had made up her mind. Gabriel had done so much for her, more than anyone ever had. If attending this gala was what he wanted, if standing beside him in that grand hall was what it took, then she wouldn’t back down.
Gabriel studied her for a moment, his anger momentarily replaced by her small, genuine smile.
"Is it out of obligation?" Gabriel asked.
"No. Not because of that. But I want to do it," Amelie replied. "I want to choose you," she asserted.
Gabriel’s breath caught at her words. ’She wants to choose me.’
For as long as he could remember, he had been seen as a ruthless, untouchable and heartless Alpha, a man feared and respected but never truly chosen by anyone. His past relationships had been to fulfill his sexual needs. They were built on necessity, never on something as simple yet profound as want. However, he never even wanted any of those women from his past to be with him since they never attracted him the way Amelie did.
But Amelie’s words shattered that perception.
Deep inside, beneath the hardened exterior, he had always been like a child, yearning for warmth, for attention, for someone who would be willing to stay by his side.
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