Divorce: Crown Prince’s Darling Wife

Arub was leaning against his majestically red and black racing car, it was one of kind racing car, imported from kingdom of Mazid, only G2 model ever made, many fought for it.

Yet this supersports car was presented to Arub by the royal family of Azor Empire. It was to show their gratitude towards his help in their crises.

Even tho it was gift, the royal family were showing of their wealth as well as their kindness. .

The commoners could not take their eyes of this magnificent monster, it screamed every way possible of super sportscar yet it was used for air racing from intial portal to 7 galaxy portal.

They felt this monster was well deserved by the man.

This beautiful car did not overshadow Arub's brilliance, the audience inhaled heavily while taking a moment of silence when they were captivated by him.

He was leaning against the G2 like a lazy ruler of the animal Kingdom, his uncaring attitude triggered many young girls to scream.

This was one of his attributes that attracted many attention, especially young girls could not handle this stimulation, their hearts were beating fast as a cheetah.

He was handsome man like the empire's prince charming, Crown prince Omar.

If the Crown prince of Azor Empire described as night, Arub would be described as day.

Those young girls lamented as they compared the two handsome men.

If only these two men were to stand together.

If only...

The young man has an aura as cold as the artic yet gentle as the summer. He appeared approachable but no one approached him as if there was a invisible shield no one could break.

He was a smiling devil.

He was mysterious, after every race he would disappear without a trace. He was the night that came and went with moonlight shining upon the people.

His silver hair fluttered in the wind, dancing along the air creating an illusion of deity fallen angel fallen from the heaven.

Arub has a beautiful face, it's hard to say it's a manly or not as there was a hint of femininity, making him appear very young, many woman would declare theirself as his girlfriend, wife and even mother.

His face was adorable like a bunny who needs to be loved and cared.

Some even wondered if he was woman since no one knew him, especially in person.

He was an one man competitor even though he represented Azor empire.

When he looked up, everyone gasped. As he winked at ladies and saluted the men.

The men couldn't complain about his arrogance or ignorance as he paid his respects.

While the women screamed like hell wreck havoc in the racing arena.

"Ahhhh, he winked at me, I think I am pregnant"

"Don't be petty, he winked at everyone."

Many woman started argue. Some where proud, their baby Arub has grown up.

Arub chuckled when he saw the woman's behaviour. But for some reason he felt uncomfortable as if someone was staring at him. Trying to strip him of his disguise. He didn't know who it was since there were many people.

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Crown Prince Omar, looked at the famous racer, Arub. The man who saved his royal family's dignity.

He looked so familiar to him. Too familiar. As if he has seen him somewhere. He wanted to solve the mystery.

Yet every time he tried to approach the man. He disappeared after every interview. He just couldn't pinpoint why he was so mysterious.

He gave him the feeling of his disappeared wife, who comes and goes like a lightening.

Speaking of his wife, Nayla. His 'wonderful crown princess'. She distanced herself ever since their wedding night.

Maybe it was his fault due to his own negligence over their honeymoon period where he had to leave for six month.

Even tho it was not choice he made, he could not excuse himself out of it.

Being the crown prince of an empire wasn't easy it came with many sacrifices.

Hence handling marriage and responsibilities didn't really suit him. He was also young back then.

Omar wanted to spend the three years with his wife as much as possible and get to know her better.

But, on the second day of their wedding she left with note. "I am leaving, since you are gone for six months. I might as well finish my incomplete bussiness'