Femme Fatale:the Queen Of Chess - Chapter 17

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.

“Hello! Mr Piero, I thank you for inviting us, me and my wife Amaris are thankful for this warm welcome. As the CEO of Ross group I am looking forward to working with you soon, Mr Piero.”

After Ronan finished his short speech and once again claps echoed throughout the hall.

As Ronan ended his speech, the music started again and the feeble chattering faded slowly. He had acknowledged that everyone was talking about them both. Of course, he came in front of the media for the first time and broke millions of hearts of countless girls by disclosing having a wife!

He walked up to Amaris and both began to resume their dance with a boasting smile. To his expectation Amaris was smiling at the act of him boasting about his wife, with love filled eyes and without questioning she was swaying in his arms.

“Why are you smiling, honey?”

“Just watching my naughty CEO toying with millions of hearts and feeling grateful that my dream has finally come true.”

She replied to him, teasingly grabbing the collar of his black dress. How could one expect the wife of great Ronan Ross to blush rather the lady was shameless.

His iris dilated upon her bold response while he was expecting a composed reaction

“So aren’t you angry that I disclosed our relationship despite we are not engaged officially yet?”

He asked curiously, with a serious tone as the king didn’t hint any worrisome expression.

“Absolutely not, I knew this all along what was going on in your devilish brain.”

Ronan spinned her around while they kept on talking, more like whispering to each other. The Lord’s past was unknown to Amaris who just knew about the successful years of her beloved in the business world.

“What!? You sure as a true heiress, wicked woman!”

Ronan was not actually shocked rather he was curious, that what more surprises his beloved lady was hiding, the heiress to the throne of Russian mafiya.

Amaris toyed with her hair strand, swirling it around her index finger while her left hand rested on his shoulder and the lady teased him by placing her both arms around his neck, while she let out a soft chuckle.

“You really are my woman, wifey!”

He pouted with a boasting grin, that the lady was understanding him quite well. The remarkable scenario was a historical sight to all those people who were staring at them with their mouths hung open.

“So, who’s the boss here?”

She chuckled with a seductive grin and asked Ronan with a proud frown. Ronan her slightly leaned towards her lips carefully so that everyone could see to whom the breathtakingly beautiful lady belonged.

The Lord didn’t intend to kiss rather he had attempted a counter tease.

“You are my love. You are my boss- baby and you really need to be tamed!”

He hushed in a raspy voice, building a tension in her body.

“I believe you can’t stand to strip down here and we both can’t afford a drama.”

She blurted out bluntly, hinting the Lord about a passionate night.

The bold offering caused a lopsided grin on his thin lips, it wasn’t their first time but it never took them both a solid grounding to make love.

They both were fire and destructive.

Ronan stitched his eye contact and an unsaid confession of I love you accompanied the flicker in his eyes.

“Looks like, I have to spare my madonna, as for now.”

The king hushed nearing her ear with a naughty smirk, the last part was a feeble whisper to which Amaris responded with a shy chuckle.

•••

That night an old man was found dead in his own mansion, the police had confirmed that the business tycoon committed suicide for some personal reasons.

A suicide note was found along with his dead body, no bruises, no such assault, just a suicide note and a rope around his neck.

Clearly the man died of suffocation, as no fingerprints were found in his mansion but no one had the temerity to come forward and question, that why the man’s tongue was sliced into two?

Terror had been crawling in the veins of every single living body ever since Ronan Ross took the hold of the US. The Lord agreed to take Amaris upon the lady’s insistence, to the business gathering but he never had an agreement to spare anyone who would spout something about his woman!

The spades from his eagle stare had pressurized everyone that no one casted a malicious stare at his woman, who had already known his psychic nature and acknowledged that the people there in the party were at her mercy!

A destructive obsession, not just the attraction of early days in love.

Amaris was wrong about his possessive behaviour.

Would you be able to list out the reasons why Amaris ‘died’?