Carter walked outside and car landed in front of him as a man stepped out it was a butler. "Mr. Ross, my boss wants to talk to you Mr. Hardcastle the Patriarch of the House of Hardcastle Dynasty," the Bulter said.
Carter's eyes widened in surprise, and he raised an eyebrow.
"The Patriarch of the House of Hardcastle Dynasty? What could he possibly want with me?" Carter's voice was laced with curiosity, and he nodded at the butler.
"I'll go with you, but I'm not sure what I can do for him." Carter's eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the luxurious car and the butler's formal attire. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering what kind of business the Patriarch of the House of Hardcastle Dynasty could have with him. He followed the butler into the car, his mind racing with possibilities.
The moment he was inside he felt a frighten aura that could suck the air out of someone life. Patriarch Magnus cracked his one eye opened his emerald green eye felt like he could see through you but also like someone who was beyond this world.
"What is your relationship with Sierra," Patriarch Magnus asked. Carter dropped his mouth no wonder Sierra told him she was trying not to grab this man attention but she failed more then once.
*Carter's eyes widened in alarm, and he swallowed hard as he met Patriarch Magnus's intense gaze. He could feel the weight of the man's aura bearing down on him, making it hard to breathe. Carter's voice trembled slightly as he replied.
"I...I'm her friend, sir. We've known each other for a while." Carter's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the Patriarch's piercing gaze. He could sense that Sierra was in grave danger, and he wondered what he could do to protect her. Patriarch Magnus's emerald green eye seemed to bore into his soul, and Carter felt like he was being pulled into a vortex of unknown depths.
"I see do not touch her again," Patriarch Magnus said coldly at this moment it felt like sharp swords and spears were striking him over and over again Carter then appeared outside gasping out that was a spiritual attack.
Carter stumbled backward, gasping for air as if he had been physically struck. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest as if trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide with shock and fear, and he looked like he had been drained of all his energy. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but his heart was still racing from the spiritual attack. He looked up at the car, his eyes fixed on the window where Patriarch Magnus was sitting, and he knew that he had just been warned. He knew that he had to stay away from Sierra, not just for his own sake, but for hers as well. Carter slowly got to his feet, his legs shaking as he stumbled away from the car, trying to put as much distance between himself and the Patriarch as possible.
"Remember my words no man can touch her," Patriarch Magnus said coldly inside Carter mind.
Carter's eyes widened in terror as he heard Patriarch Magnus's voice echoing in his mind. He stumbled and fell to the ground, his hands covering his ears as if trying to block out the sound. He knew that he had just been marked, that Patriarch Magnus had left a permanent warning in his mind. Carter's eyes were filled with a mix of fear and respect for the Patriarch's power. He knew that he would never forget the warning, that he would never be able to touch Sierra again. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew that he had to stay away from Sierra, no matter how much he cared for her. Carter slowly got to his feet, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as if searching for a way to escape the Patriarch's surveillance. He knew that he was being watched, and he knew that he had to be careful.
Patriarch Magnus sat in his flying car he let out a sigh. He didn't know why he even bothered to do that but he was sure for one thing that Sierra and himself were past lovers in his past life.
Patriarch Magnus's eyes gazed into the distance, a hint of nostalgia and longing on his face. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Sierra in her past life, and why she had chosen to keep her distance from him in this one. A faint smile played on his lips as he recalled their past life together, and the love they had shared.
Patriarch Magnus's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought as he reminisced about the past. He remembered the way Sierra's eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back, and the way her smile could light up an entire room. He recalled the way they would walk hand in hand, the way they would laugh together, and the way they would share their deepest secrets with each other. A faint sigh escaped his lips as he realized that those days were long gone, and that Sierra was now a different person, one who seemed to be hiding secrets of her own.
Patriarch Magnus couldn't remember everything he feels like he has had more then one past life and he feels like all of them are just connected to Sierra.
Patriarch Magnus's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the fragments of memories that he had managed to recall. He felt like he was trying to piece together a puzzle, but the pieces didn't quite fit. He was certain that he had lived multiple lives, and that each one was connected to Sierra in some way. He remembered snippets of different eras, different cultures, and different relationships with Sierra. But the details were hazy, and he couldn't quite grasp the thread that tied them all together. Patriarch Magnus's fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, his frustration growing as he struggled to recall more. He was determined to uncover the truth about his past lives, and his connection to Sierra.
But he was sure for one thing that Sierra was the woman he was connected to he looked at his middle finger seeing a fated red string and he touched it this wasn't his doing but it must have been Sierra in one of her past life.
Patriarch Magnus's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the red string on his middle finger. He didn't remember putting it there, and he was certain that he hadn't tied it himself. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that Sierra must have done it, in one of her past lives. The thought sent a thrill through him, and he felt a deep connection to Sierra that he couldn't explain. He gently touched the string again, feeling a strange energy emanating from it. It was as if the string was a physical manifestation of their connection, a symbol of the bond that tied them together across multiple lifetimes. Patriarch Magnus's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought as he pondered the mystery of the red string and the woman who had tied it.
Patriarch Magnus's gaze drifted off into the distance, his mind consumed by the memories of his past lives. He saw flashes of Sierra's face, her smile, her laughter, and her tears. He felt a deep longing in his heart, a yearning to be with her, to hold her, and to love her. The red string on his finger seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, as if it was calling to him, drawing him closer to Sierra. Patriarch Magnus's eyes snapped back into focus, his determination clear. He would find Sierra, no matter what it took. He would uncover the secrets of their past lives, and he would make sure that they were together in this one.
But Sierra in this life time is like a rock mountain she is stubborn as hell Patriarch Magnus couldn't help but wonder if she was always like that in all her past lives.
Patriarch Magnus's lips curled into a wry smile as he thought about Sierra's stubbornness. He remembered the way she would dig in her heels and refuse to budge, even when faced with overwhelming evidence to the contrary. He wondered if she had always been like that, even in their past lives together. Had she always been the strong-willed and determined woman he knew her to be today? Or had she been softer, more pliable in other lifetimes? The thought of a softer Sierra was intriguing, and Patriarch Magnus's mind began to wander to the possibilities. He imagined her as a gentle maiden, yielding to his touch and his words. But he knew that was not the Sierra he knew today. Today's Sierra was a force to be reckoned with, and Patriarch Magnus couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of trying to crack her tough exterior.