Novel-novel oleh Intana Meisya

Rebecca's POV Lady Kalali’s eyes flicked toward the healer’s tent, then back to me, her lips tightening further. “Still causing trouble wherever you go, I see,” She said, voice low, almost a hiss, though the weight behind it suggested more concern than annoyance. I stiffened, the words hitting like a spark on old tinder. “What is she doing here, Rhys?” I asked without looking away from her. “Why is she here?” Rhys winced—actually winced—like he’d been expecting that question since the moment Kalali appeared. “Becca, I—this isn’t—she’s not—” “Oh, spare me,” Lady Kalali muttered, folding her arms. “You look at me like I crawled out from under your bed.” My breath iced. “You have,” I said. “Literally.” Lady Kalali’s face twitched—just slightly—but enough. Rhys ran a hand over his face. “Becca, please—” “No,” I snapped, cutting him off. My voice shook with exhaustion and fury. “Someone explain why the woman who drugged me—kidnapped me—tied me up in a wagon like cargo, and planne

Rebecca’s POV Gideon leaned heavily into both of us as we pushed through the thickening mist, every step more labored than the last. His grip on my hand tightened, then slackened, then tightened again—as if he were fighting something deep beneath the surface, something dragging him down inch by inch. “Stay with me,” I whispered again, breath trembling. Gideon didn’t answer this time. His jaw clenched, his eyes unfocused, blinking as though the world kept slipping sideways. Rhys cursed under his breath. “His balance is shot. Poison’s moving faster than we thought.” “I know,” I said, trying to keep my voice from breaking. “Just—just keep moving.” But the forest felt endless. Every tree looked the same, every shadow stretched too long. The fog thickened around us, turning the world into a shifting blur of gray and white. Gideon stumbled again, harder this time, knees buckling as his weight nearly dragged us both down. Rhys caught him under the arm. “Commander! Talk to me! Can you

Rebecca's POV By the time the rain eased, the morning light had fully settled—soft and pale as it filtered through the dripping trees. The forest was quiet except for the steady patter of water falling from heavy branches. Mist clung low to the ground, curling like smoke between the roots. We’d been riding for about an hour since sunrise. The road had narrowed into a slick, winding path through the fog, leading steadily toward the border. Gideon rode slightly ahead, his eyes scanning the horizon with the precision of a man who could sense danger before it arrived. The air had shifted; colder, thinner. Somewhere far off, I could hear the faint clang of metal, the bark of orders, and the whinny of restless horses. “We’re close,” Gideon said quietly. The faint scent of smoke and iron reached me before the camp came into view—a sea of tents and banners stirring in the gray morning light. Knights moved through the clearing like shadows: armed, focused, disciplined. The border encampme

Rebecca's POV By the time I reached the stables, the rain had turned into a steady downpour, soaking through my cloak and clinging to my skin. Pale light was just beginning to creep over the horizon, the kind that makes everything look half-awake. A few minutes ago, we’d said our goodbyes—Maddie trying not to cry, Karl lingering at her side, warning me to be careful. And I had promised them I would. Two horses waited, saddled and restless, their breath misting in the cold morning air. One for me; the other, clearly, for Gideon. Gideon’s presence appeared before I even glanced at him. He said nothing. He simply stood there, broad shoulders beneath his soaked cloak, eyes sweeping over the sky, the horses, and the horizon. I swung onto my horse silently, trying to keep my distance. Gideon mounted his own steed beside mine, as composed and commanding as ever. The horse’s hooves hit the wet ground with soft claps. Rain slicked roads stretched ahead, mist curling over the fields like

Rebecca’s POV I never understood why the Queen hated my mother so much. I’d thought burning her alive in that fire was enough—erasing her name, her face, every trace of her from the palace. But it wasn’t. She wanted to finish what she’d started—to wipe out her bloodline completely. Maybe it wasn’t just because my mother had been strong, or impossible to control. Maybe it was something deeper. Something buried between them that I still hadn’t uncovered. The truth serum—might answer everything. All the secrets, all the lies, all the reasons my life had been burned into chaos. But that was later. For now, this. This one task. The doors clicked behind us, and the cold air of the palace corridor hit me. Gideon moved beside me, his presence a weight I could feel in every step, silent but immovable. I followed him instinctively, though my mind was a storm of frustration and doubt. Maddie’s eyes found me immediately, and she hurried to my side. “Becca… what happened in there?” She asked

Rebecca’s POV Morning had come, spilling itself across the realm. I could feel it, pressing quietly, unrelenting, like it had its own plans for me. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea I hadn’t touched, staring at my finger—the one Gideon had tended days ago. Maddie leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her brow furrowed but her eyes soft with that relentless worry she always carried for me. “I respect your decision,” She said carefully, as if testing the water. “Divorce. I get it, Becca. I really do. But… you and Gideon just got married. Days ago. And now…” She shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek. “You want him out of your life already?” I didn’t answer immediately. I just stared at her, letting the bitter taste in my mouth linger. “I said what I said,” I muttered. “I can’t… I can’t be part of that palace anymore, Maddie.” Maddie sighed, stepping closer. “You know why he married you. You know—he did it to save you from the Queen. From…

Years later...The wedding vows that had been taken, would always be the binding between us. We had built a prosperous and peaceful family together during our ten years of marriage.I am grateful to have two children, Adrian and Skylar.Adrian Ainsley, aged nine, had become an older brother who loves his younger sister, Skylar. He really became a big brother for her.His face is not the same bit as mine, but with his father. Sometimes I got annoyed by comments from people who never realized my resemblance to him.They often said that none of my children look like me. Even my lovely baby, Skylar. She's 99 percent like her father, only different genders."Look mom, I have a new word to tell you." Adrian came over to me with his favorite basketball between his right arm.I don't know where his hobbies come from, but he really likes playing basketball. Barra and I don't

He doesn't understand!He doesn't get it at all!My thoughts about marriage had changed. If I used to think of a beautiful wedding like in the world of fairy tale, now I wasn't thinking the same anymore. I became to think differently. I was terrified just thinking about marriage.Especially after clearly knowing the details of what happened in past. My own parents' marriage did not go smoothly.It was so toxic and full of cruel twists. Rose Ozza, my mother, or Yolanda may be strong in facing their ordeal, but it was different for me. I got fragile easily and now I scared so much.I was afraid that Barra would leave me for a better and worthy one. I got so fed up just thinking about other women had the edge over me.I'm a woman and of course, wanting the same thing all women wants, to get married.A sacred event that I wanted to happen once in my life and with the ri

All problems had found a bright spot. Then what now?Haytham and Alia had returned to their mansion and living their lives as before.I gave Ronald and Elsa a day off as a token of gratitude for helping me all this time, while Jake ... that guy was busy running his single life by becoming a player. He dated different women every week, I didn't even know their names.As for Jazzlin, I asked her to stay with me, in the mansion. Everything felt lonely when she was not there, around me. So, we decided to stay together from now on.I looked at her whole face. She looked innocent with her eyes closed. I pushed aside the strands of hair when it covered her face, then looked at her again.A smile appeared on my face, imagining how lucky I was to finally with her again.I put my head on the pillow, tilted my face closer to her.Her breath blew to me as her hand was right in

"Principessa?" Barra's voice assured me that I'm still alive.I was so limp as I opened my eyes. My hand had its way to my face. I shut my mouth closed while I yawned."Glad to see you wake up again." His words made me chuckle."Hmmm, you're still waiting for me? I thought Moorah already stole you from me."His face frowned when I mentioned Moorah's name, "I'm just kidding." I laughed out loud, "Besides, I know who you love. That person is me and not another woman."He gave me his best smile, "Oh yeah?" His finger poked my nose."Auch! Stop it." I tried to reach his finger. The more I couldn't get it, the more he kept teasing me. He kept poking my nose, every time I tried to stop him.He chuckled, "I win and you lose." He told me then showing me his thumbs down."I hate you." Hearing my answer, he moved closer to me. He pulled the strands of my hair

It was like dejavu. I brought her back to my mansion. It was like the old time, I sat waiting for her to wake up.The last time she was unconscious was because she attempted suicide. I didn't realize she'd woken up again, but with someone else's spirit, Janielle.Now she was unconscious again, and I gripped her soft hand with hope filled my heart.The doctor said she was just passed out, but it had been hours and she hadn't opened her beautiful eyes yet.I remembered how terrified I got when I was told that she was unconscious because she had tried to kill herself.At that time the feeling of regret got me. I wasn't there when she needed me. Then now, I was by her side and still couldn't take care of her.(Flashback to chapter one from Barra's point of view)It had been a long time since I met my old friend, Jazzlin Ozza. The news about the woman was circulating in

I had to tell my truth to Jazzlin's father, so he would forgive his daughter. He used to love her so much, but because of this ... everything had changed.Haytham insisted on joining us to Jeremy Ozza's penthouse, even though at first Barra didn't want him there. They both tried to dominate each other, but they just ended up falling in a cold war for a moment.When I was right in front of the penthouse, my palms got cold. I rubbed my itchy eyes then prepared myself once more.I was so restless and it really made me want to pee. Before the others got inside, I had already rushed in there to find a restroom.I went into one of the restrooms and immediately peed. The sound of footsteps made me stop my next action."Jazzlin, are you in there?"My lips pouted when I noticed it was Moorah.For God's sake, I don't like her so why does she keep walking around in my life ?