Femme Fatale:the Queen Of Chess - Chapter 16

Ronan was completely immersed into the halcyon days of his life, when he proposed Amaris back then.

It was not an unconscious act that the most feared man plopped down on the wooden floor rather the witty and observant Lord was well aware of his surroundings.

A part of his brain was still holding the capability to focus around and stay alert, despite Ronan Ross was blankly staring at the picture of his late wife. The ‘blank’ face was itself an expression associated with him but one doesn’t get lucky to witness him, at his weak state.

The villa was scented with her memories, Amaris’s laughter echoed in his ears along with the feeble giggles of his dead child! One wouldn’t have thought that the Lord of the underworld, the same man who was holding the economy and business in his hands, was slowly deteriorating his mental health.

Ronan didn’t have anyone to live for anymore, he did not care to set a goal for himself either. Losing his wife and unborn child, the powerful and rich man was helpless and poor behind the veil of night, in those closed four walls.

● A past memory ●

“Hello! Good evening, sir and madame.”

An old man greeted them in his fluent Italian accent, as soon as Ronan stepped inside with his beautiful wife draped into a backless gown.

“Good evening, sir.”

Ronan replied to him in a professional manner, while his dangerously glaring grey orbs were penetrating onto the old man.

The ruling business tycoon imposed an evil impression on the old Italian man, that he didn’t dare to lift his eyes on the Lord’s wife, while Amaris giggled inwardly upon his profusely sweating condition.

“Ah, what a lovely couple. Master Ronan, why didn’t you disclose to us that you got married?”

Another old fat man teased him while he approached the young tycoon, probably he was the host of that grand birthday bash.

“Actually sir, it all happened so suddenly.”

Ronan answered with a lopsided grin, no one had ever seen him smiling let alone knowing how he was in real life.

“Very well, you master. Enjoy this night.”

The couple got seated and Ronan presented his wife, a drink with no alcohol. The great Lord having the reputation of cold image brought the drink for his wife, all by himself.

Must have broken many hearts!

“Here take this you will feel better.”

The romantic music began to flow in everyone’s ears. A few people stepped forward and started to dance in a couple.

“Want one, dear wife?”

The man asked her in a princely manner, kneeling in front of the lady who accepted his hand with a smile, the mere act startled every single soul present in the hall.

It should have relieved them but seeing Ronan Ross smiling and pampering his wife induced a feeling of chilling terror, only the host was smiling genuinely at the duo.

“You know Amaris, I love you.”

He whispered tucking his forehead to hers as both love birds began to sway in the rhythms of their heartbeats.

“Save your worms, dear husband. You will get your chance tonight, I know You are aware that your punishment will be over tonight.”

Amaris whispered teasingly, knowing that why Ronan was acting strangely and totally opposite to his usual cold self.

Even the most powerful man was under the clutches of his wife!

The host banged the wine glass gently to garner the attention of guests, as he stepped a little higher on the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen I’m thankful to all of you who came along all the way to attend this event. As you all know we are going to sign a great deal with Ross group, on my birthday today. It will be a great turning point for us to soar the skies.”

Loud claps echoed as the host paused, then continued.

“I have been informed by the personal secretary that Mr Ross, himself is attending this party. Let’s welcome that mystery man out of the curtains!”

Everyone clapped and looked around for the person who would walk upto the stage, as Ronan had only attended the official meetings and it was his first time to step in front of the camera, as Niall informed.

Ronan strode towards the stage and held the mic with a serious expression, that the chattering of ladies began, complementing his looks.

While in the reality, the same loving man was sitting in the lounge, was holding the photo frame and laughing hysterically, suddenly paused like a psychopath. Ronan began to continue staring at the picture and a few shiny pearls dropped down on his cold red cheeks, the stream of warm emotions finally overflowed out of his heartless yet breathing silhouette.

If anyone would have seen him at the very moment, might mistake him for a mad man.

Would you dare?