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Chapter Thirty Two
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Bared To You Chapter Thirty Three
Maximillian Why do bad things happen to good people? Or was it just me? Was I the problem—the one cursed with the kind of bad luck that stuck to you like a second skin, no matter how fast you ran or how far you tried to go? I didn’t know what to think anymore. My heart clenched as I stood on the sidelines, watching the world crumble for a family that didn’t deserve it.Edwina and her sisters were trying, and failing, to lift their father, who had slumped to the ground after seeing his field — his pride and livelihood — turned to ash. Their mother lay sprawled over his body, wailing like a woman who’d just watched her entire world go up in flames."Justice! What are you doing? Help us!" Edwina’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, raw and desperate.I flinched. Justice. That name still didn't feel like mine. Not anymore. Not after everything.You might be wondering how the hell we got from the peace of last night to the nightmare unraveling before me now. I’ll tell you. It st
Bared To You Chapter Thirty Two
EdwinaMy mind blanked for a second.“That bitch did what?” I hissed, the words barely making it out of my clenched jaw. Before Steven could respond, I tossed my machete and basket aside like they’d suddenly caught fire and took off down the path like a storm on legs. Like my life depended on it. “You know the way home, Justice!” I yelled over my shoulder without looking back.Honestly, everyone in the entire kingdom knew Agatha—Tony’s mother—was a menace. If trouble had a face, it’d be hers, complete with that overpainted lipstick and overly tight wrapper. She was more trouble than I was on a bad day—and that was saying something. The market men and women avoided her like a plague-infested rat, and apparently, with no one else to terrorize, she had chosen my meek, gentle mother as her next victim.My mother.Sweet, quiet, gentle Mama—who could barely swat a fly, let alone defend herself against that hurricane of a woman. And this was the part where Edwina Danielle Jonas lost all sens
Bared To You Chapter Thirty One
EdwinaWeeks laterStanding at the edge of the newly planted rows of cassava, I felt a proud smile curve my lips. The sight before me—freshly turned soil and the promise of growth—was something I hadn’t dared to hope for just a few weeks ago.We didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t think it was possible.Not with the way things had been—tight finances, dwindling hope, and that constant pressure in my father’s eyes. But Justice… Justice had never wavered. He had believed from the start. Somehow, he’d made it happen. I still didn’t know exactly how he got the money—we never asked, and he never said—but five full bags of cassava stem cuttings were delivered like magic, and now here we were, planting and dreaming again.And now, looking at the neat rows, I felt something bloom inside me—something dangerously close to hope. A few weeks ago, this patch of land was barren and lifeless, and now…now it held promise. Promise I wasn’t sure we could afford to believe in.Justice had assured us
Bared To You Chapter Thirty
Maximillian "In this age and time? Please." Edwina scoffed, her voice sharp and unapologetic as she tossed her braids over her shoulder like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "Besides, I'm not the only one thinking about it. Everyone born with sense knows that without King Leonidas's interference, Havindelle would still be in the stone age. He provided us with electricity, hospitals, and good roads. What has your king done for his people?"I decided to open my eyes again as Edwina started to speak. If they wouldn't allow me to have a shuteye, I'd just suffer through watching them.I lay on the mat beside the bench, watching the exchange unfold like a front-row spectator to a slow-burning fire. This wasn’t just a political spat—it was a battle of pride, and Edwina was clearly winning."Well, how can you compare someone like King Leonidas to King Anthony?" Williams shot back, his voice laced with defensiveness. "That man owns several companies around the world. What does King
Bared To You Chapter Twenty Nine
Maximillian The sound of a man’s angry, booming voice ripped through my dream like a blade, jolting me awake. For a second, I wasn’t sure where I was—drifting in that foggy place between sleep and consciousness. Then the heat hit me. Thick. Oppressive. I was drenched in sweat, my body clammy and uncomfortable. My shirt clung to my skin like it had fused with it.I reached up to wipe my face and felt moisture that wasn’t sweat. I’d been crying again.Great.I didn’t even remember what the dream had been about this time. Just the haunting residue of something painful. Maybe that was a mercy. Whatever my subconscious had cooked up, I was grateful I didn’t have to relive it now.I tried to sit up. Big mistake. It felt like an elephant had taken up residence on my chest while a group of tiny, angry men hammered away inside my skull with pickaxes. My head throbbed with a deep, punishing ache. Even opening my eyes felt like a chore, but I forced them open, groaning as my body protested eve
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Leonidas Lost in my thoughts, I stared at the vast expanse of land before me: King’s Meadow, its dense trees stretching until they met the horizon. Below, the houses with their aluminium roofs gleamed like shards of glass under the midday sun. A picture of peace, of order. Yet inside me, there was only unrest.I could almost feel the heat radiating off them, as though each rooftop carried its own secret burden. I let my gaze wander over the familiar landscape, my palms resting heavily on the cool iron railing of the balcony. The scent of freshly cut grass drifted upward, mingling with a faint breeze that whispered through the wooden beams above me. My mind was adrift in a sea of questions I had no answers to. Where had I gone wrong in raising my kids? I wondered, my chest tightening at the thought. The question had lived rent-free in my head for years, but today, it echoed louder than usual.Was it foolish to send them abroad at such a tender age? Eight years old—just kids. I’d told
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