Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

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When I asked my brother to find out where Julian was taking Holland, I did not expect him to say the church. Most of the families in New Everest were very religious, especially the founding families like the De Lores, which is why I wonder why Damien is the way he is. He is so different from everything known about the royal family.

This overt religiousness wasn’t in a good way most of the time. In the 70s, families in New Everest would take their mute, autistic and stubborn kids to the church for exorcism. Nowadays, those practices have been abolished, but I had a feeling that they still happen in the confines of some churches. I never thought Julian was religious, but since he said he had tried a therapist, maybe he’s trying the church next. I did not feel good about it.

Holland now spoke even more words than before. Yes, she only said them to me most of the time, but the way to go about it is for Julian to spend more time with her and maybe even consider homeschooling her. Yes, he was a busy man, but she was his only child. He can make such sacrifices for her. What can the church really do? A therapist is much better and more reliable. I am much better and more reliable, but I don’t count because Julian is still mad at me, and he’s desperate to cut off Holland from me.

I feel like a mother about to lose her child.

All my concerns and scepticism overwhelmed me till Elijah said he had found a way to get me to stay with them through the week. I did not expect that. I don’t know yet how he pulled it off, but according to him, he called favours from one of his close friends.

I love my brother so much.

I had just the evening to pack. After class, Elijah came around, and we had a quiet ride to the church. He just knew not to start asking me questions because when I was in the mood to begin revealing things to him, I would without him needing to ask me anything.

Elijah pressed the horn immediately when we got to the gate of the Parish house.

A white fat man in his mid-forties came in sight. His head protruded from a small space in the gate to see who it was, which amused me. He opened the gate for us after affirming that we were no danger to the chaplaincy.

My brother drove in while we looked around New Everest CATHEDRAL.

I was the first to break the silence. “This place is nice,” I uttered solemnly as we drove in.

The parish house was beautiful, combining ancient and modern architectural sophistication from years of refurbishing and building. I know most parish houses in the town were really nice, but this one is exceptional, no surprise as it was the cathedral.

The house was a two-story massive building with large windows towering from ceiling to ground. It had a garden on both sides and a tiled space in between that served as the road. The statue of Saint Monica stood in front of the compound’s second gate. “Laudatedominum” was boldly written on the rooftop in italics.

My brother also shared the look of amazement that I had in my eyes, which made me suspicious of him. “I thought you said this was your friend’s parish. Why do you look just as surprised as I am to see it?” I ask, giving him a suspicious glare.

“I didn’t say my friend was the priest. I said I had a friend who knows the priest.” He corrected.

“Oh.”

“I wonder why we never thought to visit the Cathedral,”

“Because Mum and Dad are not religious,” I answered the obvious. “Neither are we.”

“But we go to church sometimes.”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “I guess it never just occurred to us. If I knew this place was this beautiful, maybe I would have visited.”

“The place is breathtaking for a church,” Elijah added, a small smile on his face. The sun seeping through the windows fell on his brown hair, which made it glow, and his brown eyes mirrored his emotions. My brother was more like my dad, just like I was like my mum. He had a long face, curly brown hair and was very fit even though he didn’t exercise like ever.

“You see, I always give you the best, sis,” Elijah added.

“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes, smiling. “What did you tell your friend that made the priest accept to invite me?”

“I just might have called the priest and told him that you needed a place to clear your head and you wanted to go closer to God, but being in your own home doesn’t do it for you, and you wanted to be within the view of the Lord.”

“What?!” My eyes widened in shock. “Are you kidding me? You know I don’t do well with churches and all that Christianity stuff.”

“What!” Elijah purred. “You acted desperate to be wherever Holland and Julian were. I just helped out. Be grateful.”

“Oh please, bro,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “If I wanted to clear my head, I know where to go.”

He threw his head back, laughing. “You literally don’t know anywhere. Besides, with the trouble you’ve caused, I think it’s a good idea you come to the church. You need to be purified by our Lord for real!”

“What trouble?” I asked, surprised by the accusation.

My brother took his phone from his pocket and punched the password before giving it to me. On his phone was a picture of Julian and Damien caught on camera in a brawl.

The article read:

Title: “D Dine’s Five-Star Restaurant Erupts in Chaos: The Battle for Love and Power Unveiled”

In a startling event on Monday, eyewitnesses recount a dramatic altercation at D Dine’s prestigious five-star restaurant, unfolding into a fierce brawl fueled by a heated argument. The epicenter of the turmoil? A woman caught in a complex love triangle between two prominent figures: Julian, the president and heir of the esteemed St Claire Dynasty, and Damien, the enigmatic prince of New Everest.

The witnesses describe a scene of tension escalating into a full-blown confrontation as emotions flared over the woman who allegedly played a double game with these powerful men. The clash not only unveiled personal animosities but also laid bare the struggle for both love and influence between these two influential personalities.

As the dust settles, the focus shifts to the mysterious woman at the center of this storm. Despite the absence of any visual reference, the quest to identify and understand the motivations of this key player intensifies. The article calls upon readers to share any information they might have about this elusive figure by reaching out via email.

The narrative implies that the woman’s involvement has far-reaching consequences, sparking a battle between love and power that transcends personal boundaries. The intricate dynamics between Julian and Damien, each holding a significant position in New Everest’s social hierarchy, amplify the stakes in this gripping tale.

In closing, the article encourages readers to stay updated on the unfolding drama surrounding New Everest’s most eligible bachelors by subscribing to “THE VOICE OF New Everest.” As the story unravels, the publication promises to deliver timely and exclusive insights into the lives of these influential figures, ensuring that readers remain at the forefront of the captivating events within the realm of New Everest’s high society.