The party had begun. A few guests were invited who had already arrived, wearing all black. The tables along the wall were covered with black satin and filled up with various varieties of food. A three-layered black and golden cake had been placed in the center. A simple gold candle and gold leaves adorned the cake.

Xiran stepped inside the dungeon hall, clad in all black. A woolen black high neck that hugged his perfectly toned body and left very less to the imagination, along with black slacks and a pair of black sandals. The sandals accentuated his slender feet and shapely elegant toes.

His velvety strands were neatly combed and flowed behind him. While a front flick which had been recently cut fell into his left eye. His left hand was in the pocket of his slacks and he wore a wicked smile on his face as he greeted the guests. He seemed out of this world.

Of course, Rivan and Rumail were there. The former was here to meet his friend while the latter was in charge of the bar. Other than them, a beautiful woman donning a very short black peplum dress that revealed her long sexy legs was also present. Xiran stood with her as she made small talk with him.

Rivan whispered something in his ear and Xiran excused himself from her as both men walked into the corner.

"Xiri, what are you up to? Why is she here?" Rivan said slowly while raising his right eyebrow, showing he was suspicious of Xiran’s intentions.

"Nothing, it’s my birthday so I invited a few people and she happened to make my list." An evil smile crept up on Xiran’s face which Rivan knew too well.

"You are trying to make her jealous. Aren’t you? Does she know about your little fling with her?" Rivan knew his friend, when he set his mind on something, he never stopped until he would achieve that.

Right now sole resolve of his life was to conquer Aselia. He was hurting because of her indifference to his feelings and he would use every trick in his arsenal to bend her to his own will. He would deny it but that was who he was.

"I don’t know what you are talking about Rivan." He feigned innocence and scoffed off his words with a mere laugh. He then turned around and called Frila.

"Yes, Señor." Frila’s eyes were downwards but her heart was thumping. She knew this woman was trouble and Aselia was not going to like it.

"Fetch Aselia, make sure her ears are covered." He dismissed her with the movement of his hand and turned to face Rivan.

Frila bowed and moved quickly. She could sense trouble brewing as she got closer to Aselia’s room. Opening the door she found Aselia standing there, all set. She was wearing a headband that partially covered her head and completely her ears.

But what horrified her was the fact she was wearing all white. From her headband to her shoes, everything was pure white. She flashed her a huge smile. "Aselia, you were supposed to wear black. The theme of the party is black." Frila lightly reprimanded her.

"Well, I don’t care. If he cared so much about what I wear, he would have told me himself." She shrugged her shoulders at Frila, who felt her heart drowning. ’This is going to get ugly,’ she thought to herself.

She sighed deeply and adjusted her throat before saying: "Come on then, let’s go. Señor wants to see you at the party." Aselia didn’t hesitate and both women left the room and headed toward the dungeon hall.

Frila opened the door, both women entered the hall one after the other. Aselia’s eyes fell on Xiran who was standing with a beautiful woman, he was laughing at whatever she was saying. She felt a tight knot in her stomach, seeing him standing with another woman.

Then she touched Xiran’s arm and whispered something in his ear, her lips about to graze his skin. Aselia felt a jolt hit her body and she froze in time, she wanted to move but her legs refused to obey.

The woman was facing away from her so she couldn’t see her face, clearly, but then she turned and Aselia almost gasped. It was Amelia Bratenhart, his celebrity crush. She now understood what this sudden party was all about. Why the theme was black, why the atmosphere was death stricken and why Amelia was here.

Frila was dangling between observing Aselia and Xiran. While Aselia had a deadly look on her face, Xiran seemed unaware of anyone’s existence other than Amelia. Suddenly, Aselia smiled and moved toward Xiran and his company.

Rivan reached Aselia before she could reach them. "Hello! Aselia," he greeted her with a cheerful smile. He had noticed how quickly Aselia had taken control of her emotions, she was caught off guard but she made sure to take control of the situation.

"Hello! Rivan, good to see you again." She offered him a polite smile. She was trying to soothe the turbulent storms in her heart by plastering a smile on her face.

"Feeling is mutual and you look beautiful." His eyes were fixed on Aselia, he wanted to see how she will handle the situation.

Xiran decided to join them along with Amelia at that very moment. He knew she was here, her scent had hit him the moment she had walked inside that door. He finally stole a glance at her.

Of course, she was wearing all white and standing out among all others. Her golden locks were open just like his and he wanted to take her in his arms and not let go. But, no he had to do this today. He had to make her jealous.

"Hey! Rivan is that your girlfriend?" Amelia inquired pointing her long finger toward Aselia and smiling. Aselia had clasped her hand in front of her, which helped her in nipping the urge to slap the woman.

Before anyone could reply Aselia spoke up: "Sadly no, I am merely Xiran’s blood bag." And offered the woman a warm smile and extended her hand, which she shook among chuckles. Xiran narrowed his eyes at Aselia’s answer while Rivan only bit his lip, feeling embarrassed.