Chapter 127|| Elinda's POV ||I froze. My breath got stuck between my chest and throat as my eyes found their way to the one person I had not expected to see here, now—Alberto.He was supposed to be recovering.Yet there he stood, chest pumping with wild rage, eyes blazing not soft and brotherly now, but with fury and betrayal. The kind of betrayal that burns your heart before it reaches the surface."Alberto—" I whispered, barely able to push his name out. But I never had the opportunity to continue.Before saying a word, before even taking one step towards him, he pounced.I screamed as he grabbed Alexis by the collar, dragging him with a strength I could scarcely believe was contained in the same man who had been comatose a few days earlier."You lied to me," Alberto snarled, his voice low and vicious, yet loud enough to shake the room. "You betrayed me."Alexis didn't struggle.I had to run, to insert myself between them—but my feet wouldn't move."You think I wouldn't recognize
Chapter 126|| ELINDA'S POV ||The air was light that night.For the first time in what felt like forever, the palace halls echoed with real laughter. Not the trained, diplomatic laughter we were used to, but laughter—laughter that caused even the chandeliers to sparkle more vibrantly. Alberto was home. He was alive. And the pain in my chest that had been on the brink of consuming me had eased, if only a little.I stood by the large glass windows of my room, the moonlight casting on the softness of my robe. Down on the ground floor, I noticed some of the guards joking with the maids, and in the middle of the courtyard, a few lanterns were still burning. I smiled, my hand on the cold glass. Everything was well tonight.My phone then vibrated.My heart sank immediately. No one messaged me this late—at least, not anyone with honest intentions. My fingers hesitated before I answered it. A text from an unknown number. I read it.And went pale with terror.A string of photos took forever t
Chapter 125|| ALEXIS'S POV ||The hospital corridors were too quiet for my peace of mind. The scent of medicine lingered in the air, sharp and heartless, as all else in my existence had been of late. I had not left the building in three days. I did not work for Elinda anymore. There was no palace, no order,just Alberto, lying asleep in a bed, and I, here, allowing time to slip away like sand between my clenched fists.I leaned forward again against the private ICU room's wall, arms crossed, gaze locked on his slowly expanding chest and then contracting again, as if mechanically. He looked peaceful. But I knew. There, he burned with the wolfbane poisoning that had turned his veins into chains, entrapping him in his own brain.He had saved me once, when I broke. When I didn't even believe in myself. When I was nothing. It was Alberto who gave me the funds to start my first shipping business. When everyone else mocked my ambitions, Alberto wrote a blank cheque and handed it to me and t
Chapter 124|| ELINDA'S POV ||I couldn't hold it in any longer. The second I was out of Alexis's view, I dropped onto the nearest bench in the gardens, clutching my phone against me like it was a grenade.My hands refused to stop shaking.Who would do this to me?Why now?The photographs were like poison — evidence of something sacred and captured now used against it. I had buried that kiss in my heart, hidden it where no one would ever find it. And now. someone had dug it up and was dangling it in front of me like a rope.I could scarcely bear to glance at Alexis. My mind skidded a hundred nasty ways — scandal, political meddling, expulsion from court, dismissal from the royal council.My family."Mother. she'll be disgraced," I whispered, sobbing. "Alaric's family will call off the wedding. The entire kingdom will ridicule me—""Stop," Alexis said, firm but not harsh.He sat beside me, his body a rock, a pillar of strength. "Panic won't take you anywhere."I brushed my face, gaspin
Chapter 123|| ELINDA'S POV ||"You did the right thing, dear," my mother breathed, smiling up at me as she tucked behind my ear a loose strand of hair, her voice warm and pleased. "Alaric is honorable, dependable, and his folk are well-rooted in tradition. This marriage will restore all that we have lost."I smiled. Or at least tried to.Those same four words "right decision" echoing themselves in my head like a curse. Marrying Alaric was the smart thing. The royal thing. The safe thing. But as she kissed my forehead and floated out of the room whistling happily, all I could feel was nothing.A hollow space where my heart should have been.I looked at myself in the mirror—my face set in white silk and gold ornaments, the symbol of royalty. But I was not looking at a bride. I was looking at a deceiver. A woman masking her feelings under coats of duty and expectation.I stayed awake on the eve Alaric proposed. I went without meals the next day too. But still, I smiled. For my mother. F
Chapter 122 || ALEXIS'S POV ||I waited at the gates for what felt like an eternity.The wind was cold that morning, biting against my skin as though to mock me. But I waited. My heart knew that Elinda was close."I need to see her," I told the guards. My voice was low but even, my eyes pleaded. "Tell her I just want to talk. Only a few minutes.".One of them—Marcus, if I remembered right—shifted uncomfortably. He wouldn't meet my eyes."I'm sorry, Alpha Leonid. Lady Elinda has given strict orders. You are not allowed past the gate at any price."I clenched my fists. "She doesn't know what happened. I never intended to—""I know," Marcus broke in gently. "But she's hurting. And she doesn't want to see you."My chest tightened. I wanted to shout, to command them to move aside. But on what grounds did I have? I had delivered her to Mikhail—even if it was as a play. Even if I never meant to really give her up.They did not see that part.Nor did she.I turned away before they could see