Sinfully Yours

I sat there listening to their debates for a while longer. They were yelling at one another without realising that I was seated there. I felt a surge of anger and knew I had to stop them. I whispered, "Silence," my voice resonating across the hallway and evoking complete quiet. They all bowed their heads, unwilling to meet mine, and I could see the horror on their faces. I yelled, "What disrespect," at my soldiers, but they didn't even glance at me. Not only was I furious with them for their disrespect, but they had completely forgotten how much I detested noise. "You now shout in my presence?" I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes to keep my emotions in check after asking and witnessing them all gulp before they went on their knees. I tiredly rubbed my forehead to relieve the discomfort in my head without saying anything to them. My persistent headache that has been bothering me for days has prevented me from getting a full night's sleep for the previous few days. I opened my eyes with a heavy sigh, looked at the men in my inner circle who remained on their knees, and then let out a moan. I said to them, "You can take your seat," and they all mumbled a thank you before settling in. The room fell silent for a moment before I spoke up. "You all wish me well and I know I'm not getting any younger, so don't worry. I will grant this country its desired heir, but until then, this issue is resolved and won't be brought up again." I knew they understood my order, so I whispered those things. "Do I make myself clear?" When I inquired, they all answered simultaneously. I stood up and declared, "Good, the meeting is over," before leaving the meeting room. I headed to the mansion, my second in command walking beside me. I knew without having to ask that he had something to say since I could feel his gaze on me. "Spill it," she pleaded, and he sighed before continuing. "If you really don't want to get married, why don't you find a lady and make her your surrogate?" He enquired. Nevertheless, I remained silent and told him repeatedly that I would never consider surrogacy and that I would never want a child born to a woman I don't love. This was not the first time he had made such a proposition. I don't want my kid to grow up to be like me—a cold-blooded vampire lord who was raised without the love of his mother. "I know you said you will only have a baby with the woman you love, but you are already thirty-five years old, and you have met so many women from different social classes, and you can't find love in any of them," I said. Why do you believe that there is someone you are meant to love in the world?" He asked, and I was lost in contemplation, so I didn't answer him directly. Yes, he was correct; despite my best efforts, I have dated and met a lot of women but never seem to be able to fall in love with them. I have the impression that my soul partner is out there. I didn't reply to his advice to "as your friend, I will advise you to do surrogacy," though. As soon as we entered the sitting room, my butler suddenly ran over to me and bent his head in fear. "What is it?" I questioned him to find out what was causing him to become so agitated. "He said, 'It's your sister, Lady Eluan,' and I knitted my brow. "What is wrong with her?" So I did. He said, "A call just came in from the hospital that she was involved in an accident and was rushed to a hospital." I was startled and had to get up. "What are you saying?" I inquired uneasily. "My lord, that was Doctor Brown who called from the Trinity Hospital. He says that you must attend. Instead of saying anything further, I hurried out of the mansion. My driver was told to "get the car," so he went to a black Mercedes, unlocked the back door for me, slammed the door, and quickly slid into the driver's seat. I tried calling my sister when the car was leaving the mansion, but her lines weren't getting through. I started to panic and started breathing heavily. Even though it was frigid outside and I was feeling chilled, I could feel hot sweat gathering on my forehead. I had a fear I was unaware I possessed as I considered losing my one and only family. Eluan was my biological older sister; we were five years apart in age. And despite the fact that my hectic schedule prevented us from seeing each other much, I always made time to speak with her on the phone. It had been three days since our previous conversation, and now this. I shook my head in shock, considering a lot of possibilities. Maybe she was teasing me because I wouldn't be able to handle it if something bad happened to her. The vehicle stopped in front of the hospital, and I quickly opened the door and got out. The physicians and nurses who saw me all lowered their heads in respect as I hurried into the facility. I looked around, and everyone questioned, "Where is Doctor Brown?" They all appeared perplexed and afraid by my sudden outburst. "Where's he at? I cried, "Where is my sister?" and at that moment, I noticed Doctor Brown approaching me. I begged him, "Doctor Brown, tell me what I'm hearing is net true," and he groaned, bending his head and meeting my gaze. He said, "She is in a critical condition, and that sent her into a coma," and I felt a sharp swallow. I was terrified to think that my sister would be gone. "What must be carried out? Is it better to take her via plane to India? I questioned nervously, but all he did was shake his head. "We have to wait for the next forty-eight hours, and if she doesn't wake up, then we will look for further treatment," he stated. My lips fell silent in frustration as I laboriously stroked my forehead, which was hammering with an even more intense anguish. I said to Doctor Brown, "I want to see her," and he nodded. He said, "But don't you think you should see Roosevelt?" and I furrowed my brow in response. Roosevelt, who the hell is she? "Who is Roosevelt?" When I asked, Doctor Brown appeared surprised by what I had to say. He said, "Lord Lorian, you don't know who Roosevelt is?" and that infuriated me. "I won't ask whether I knew who she was. Who the devil is this woman? I inquired, growing irritated already. Roosevelt is the adopted daughter of your sister. A worry came to my face as he said, "They were both in the accident, and amazingly, she is awake and has just a few bruises." I had no idea my sister had taken in a foster child. She never disclosed to me that she was adopting a kid, even though I knew she was infertile. "She adopted a child?" I inquired with Doctor Brown, who is the patient's physician. "Yes, she did adopt her at the age of five. He said, "I thought you knew about it," and my scowl got bigger as I questioned why she hadn't told me. I shook my head, letting out a small sigh before turning to face the physician. I said, "Take me to the children's ward; let me see her," but it appeared that I had said something incorrectly based on Doctor Brown's expression. "Lord Lorian, she is not a child. When he mentioned that she had turned eighteen a few days before, my eyes sprang wide. Fifteen years old?