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Betrothed To Six Lovers Shaken (Trust)
Lila's P.O.VThe bedroom was too quiet after the children finally drifted off. Madam Lavinge had taken them to the nursery wing with a soft promise to stay until morning, leaving the suite feeling suddenly larger—and colder—than it had all day. The fire in the grate had burned down to a nest of pulsing coals, throwing faint orange pulses across the silk drapes and the four-poster bed. I stood at the window for a long time, staring out at the dark gardens, the fountain’s steady silver arcs still glittering under moonlight. The estate looked peaceful from up here. Deceptive. Like it wasn’t holding its breath the same way I was.Lucian came up behind me without a sound.I felt him before I heard him—the warmth of his body cutting through the chill that had settled on my skin. He didn’t speak right away. Just slid his arms around my waist from behind, chin resting on my shoulder, chest pressed to my back. His heartbeat was steady against my spine. Mine was still racing from the day, from t
Betrothed To Six Lovers Held By His Words
Lila's P.O.V“It was nothing,” he said quietly. “It’s just our haters being haters. They can’t spoil our marriage. They can’t spoil our bond. We’ve built something more concrete than love and expression. His words came as a thorn in our flesh.”I stared at him.“But I saw the look on your face,” I said. “You looked admitted and weak, like he spoke a stray bullet to your heart.”He winced—like the words hurt more coming from me than they ever had from Kai.“Lila…” His voice cracked on my name. “I froze. For half a second. Because part of me—some stupid, leftover part—wondered if he was right. If I’m just another man who showed up when it was convenient. If I’m using you the way Ethan did. The way Damien did. The way every man before me did.”He took a shaky breath.“But then I looked at you—peeking from behind that pillar, eyes wide, heart on your face—and I knew. I knew he was wrong. Because I’m not them. I’m not leaving. I’m not using you. I’m choosing you. Every single day. Even whe
Betrothed To Six Lovers Lament For The Heir 2
Lila’s P.O.VThe corridor from the waterfront aisle to the east wing felt twice as long on the way back. My slippers slapped against the marble with uneven, hurried rhythm; I could hear my own breathing too loud, too fast, like I’d been running uphill for miles even though I hadn’t. The vase shards were still behind me, glittering on the stone path like broken promises. Kai’s laughter—mocking, jester-sharp still rang in my ears. And Lucian’s face that stunned, speechless moment when the words landed… kept replaying behind my eyes every time I blinked.I didn’t wait for him.I couldn’t.My chest was caving in, ribs squeezing around a heart that wouldn’t slow down. Every breath felt shallow, stolen. I pressed one palm to the wall as I turned the last corner toward our suite, fingers dragging along cool stone for balance. The children’s voices reached me before I reached the door—Shayla’s bright chatter, Lucas’s quieter questions, Aiden’s happy babble. Ordinary sounds. Safe sounds. They
Betrothed To Six Lovers Lament For The Heir
Lila’s P.O.VThe afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the east gallery, turning the marble floor into a shallow golden pool. I had come here to escape the weight of the morning’s paperwork—endless ledgers, tenant petitions, the council’s latest polite demand for “clarification” on the south-side rents—and to find Lucian. He’d slipped away after lunch saying he needed air, and I knew exactly where he went when the walls started pressing in: the waterfront aisle, where the fountain’s steady roar could drown out everything else.I didn’t plan to hide.I only wanted to surprise him—slip up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, press my cheek to his back the way I did when the world felt too loud. But as I rounded the last curve of the path, I heard voices.Two.One low and familiar—Lucian’s, calm but edged with that quiet steel he used when he was holding back a storm.The other—Kai’s. Mocking. Oily. Dripping with the kind of superiority that made my skin crawl.I froze
Betrothed To Six Lovers Bold Chance
Lila's P.O.VI hadn’t meant to follow him.I’d only stepped out onto the balcony for air after another endless council session—my head still ringing with drainage proposals, crop yields, and the endless polite maneuvering over who got to sit where during next month’s harvest festival. Lucian had excused himself ten minutes earlier, murmuring something about needing to clear his head. I knew that tone. He didn’t say “I’m going to the waterfront aisle,” but I knew that was where he’d end up. He always did when the walls started pressing in.I told myself I was just stretching my legs.The truth was simpler: I missed him when he wasn’t in the same room. Even for ten minutes.The corridor was quiet except for the soft echo of my slippers. I passed the east-wing gallery, the portraits staring down with their usual mixture of judgment and indifference, then slipped through the arched doors that led to the upper terrace. From there I could see the waterfront aisle curving along the lake like
Betrothed To Six Lovers At What Odds
Lila’s P.O.VI never thought I would fall in love with being queen.Not the title itself—the heavy word still sat awkwardly on my tongue when I said it aloud—but the life that had grown around it like ivy finally finding the right wall to climb. Mornings began with sunlight pouring through tall windows onto silk sheets still warm from Lucian’s body. Afternoons were filled with the children’s laughter echoing off stone walls that had once felt like a prison. Evenings ended with candlelight dinners where Shayla insisted on sitting on Lucian’s lap so she could “help” him cut his lamb, Lucas asked endless questions about guitars and stars, and Aiden smeared gravy across Lucian’s sleeve without either of them minding.And the nights…God, the nights.Lucian and I had rediscovered each other in ways I hadn’t known were possible. The first weeks after the coronation had been tentative—careful touches, quiet kisses, both of us still half-expecting the world to crash through the door and take
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