La Serpiente, Foxy cursed bride in CEO Ghost’s lair - Chapter 155

“How tears flowed as years of solitude came crumbling down; like ice bergs from a Nordic realm entertaining the invigorating English dandelion summers; did I not say my beloved have faith in us for one day they would write mystical tales about us;”

Sinclair had already got the cause of the current condition of his bride, all he needed now was to clarify Syna about the child and Jade, the deed was done and now that Syna had fainted, Sinclair closed his eyes and tried to doze off, snuggling close to her.

Knowing that they both would wake up in the human realm now, surrounded by the royal seer and Lolita aka Hestia, because the lady was called immediately.

Although, the queen of hell had arrived with her mate, Hades but he had to leave before Syna could wake up. No doubt Hades and Hestia were mates but the facts were still unknown to Syna, who was totally unaware of Hestia’s identity about being a vampire princess and royal blood, moreover the truth about Brandon was also pending to be disclosed upon her.

Brandon Brighton knew the things were huge and the unsaid truths contained a lot of questions, that why he had approached Syna when his mate was Hestia? Why the hell Brandon whispered “my mate” after his departure from the restaurant, when his ‘date’ with Syna had ended?

[ Flashback from chapter Fifteen/15 ]

Syna immediately averted her gaze when a strong grip held her by wrist, such a demanding force.

“Miss Syna, why are you leaving in a fit?”

“Uh-huh, I’m sorry that I ruined our date and made myself a complete fool, insulting you too.”

Two more tears crawled down presenting her pure, innocent notion of apology.

“It is okay, indeed it was a good experience with someone who is pure at heart. And I’m really touched that you behaved innocently.”

Brandon was still holding her wrist as both stood outside right in the front of the door, conversing out things.

“Uh, what?”

Syna became quizzical after his remarks, sure he understood that it was her first date.

“Yes. So?”

Before saying anything further he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Now I suppose we would be seeing each other again soon, how about we exchange contacts?”

“Yeah, Mr Brighton.”

Syna giggled a bit upon his nervousness and wiped off her tears with her right palm.

“Please spare me with this formality, I’m fine with Brandon, just call me Brandon.”

Brandon requested with utmost cutest puppy expressions while holding her wrist tightly, Syna unconsciously did not notice that but a guy in a cap hiding nearby with his face half covered, saw everything clearly.

“Hah okay, Brandon here is my contact.”

Syna started to speak and Brandon rattled for his cell phone in the pocket to note down the most important information. As through the dating site they had only discussed the meeting point.

“I-I will be off then.”

Syna twisted her arm to break free, and Brandon immediately let it loose in embarrassment.

“Ahhh! I’m sorry. Yes, we will meet soon. Take care.”

Brandon waved Syna and she went off by taking a cab, which arrived before her instantly.

When she was out of his sight Brandon started to walk the whole street all by himself as the surrounding people in certain uniforms, mingled in commoners, assisted him in the walk.

“Here, Young Master Brighton.”

A butler opened the door of an expensive luxurious Limousine to Brandon who’s aura and manner changed immediately as if perhaps he transformed to another imposing and influential person.

“We will meet soon, my mate!”

[ Flashback ended ]

To disclose one thing, which covers the question that why Brandon Brighton addressed Syna as mate the answer lies in the clothes Syna was wearing!

The lady had borrowed those clothes from Lolita, before going on a so called date she had visited her friend who lent those clothes. Having the natural scent infused within the fabric hinted Brandon that his mate was near him because the Lord of hell was already confirmed that Syna was not his bride because the lady was his sister from past life!

[ Flashback from chapter forty eight / 48 ]

Syna was wandering, throughout the main hall of the palace in search of her parents within those high four walls, when her eyes landed on a handsome man, who was walking towards the gate in order to attend male guests in the front ground, as the gathering was segregated. The man in his early twenties looked no less than a temptation to ladies,  dressed elegantly like a royalty.

“Salvi!”

Syna ran towards the man calling his name and leaped towards his silhouette carelessly. The man paused his walk, shifted eyes towards the lady and picked her up in his strong arms by her waist and swayed the princess around.

“Hey love, how’s you doing, happy?”

The man’s voice was full of love and affection as his eyes landed on her pretty face, he questioned the lady in joyous tone, addressing her with his eyes fixated on her beautiful face as if he was trying to find out something.

“I’m all fine and happy with his highness, believe me brother, I am. Leave this, you know how much I missed you. Why it took you so long, brother.”

Moisture filled her eyes instantly as her feet touched the ground and the man slowly freed her from the embrace. The lady pouted, faking an angry expression while her tone was completely complaining and why wouldn’t she, after all they were only two siblings.

No matter how much King Sinclair loved, pampered and favoured her despite their marriage was originally signed for a peace treaty, they both grew fond of each other right after they met for the ceremony of getting betrothed, Queen Syna had to address the King like that rather by his name.

The man cupped her face with a worry creased expression and placed a kiss on her forehead gently, his eyes never leaving her face.

“I missed my sister badly, but why did you suddenly start crying? Is he torturing you? Tell me, I will do my best to free you from his clutches.”