LOGINI burst through the hospital doors; they barely let me into his room. Machines beeped in a rhythm that sounded like a countdown. I grabbed his frail hand. “No, Eli, stay with me; please stay with me.” The nurse stepped back to give me space. “His condition’s worsening. We need the rest of the money by tomorrow so that the surgery will be performed, or we’ll have to transfer him to a state facility, and you know what that means.” I nodded numbly. I promise to think of something. I said, sobbing uncontrollably and forcefully handling the doctor the money Ryker gave to me. I know it's not enough, but please help me start with this. I will make it up. The nurse returned the money, and nurse Kara pulled me outside. “What are you doing, Lucy”? Is this how you intend to save your brother? *** What would you do if you needed to save your brother from a sick bed? Lucy, a stripper, is on the verge of losing her brother because of hospital bills that she could not afford. Comes Ryker, a Ruthless Mafia Boss who is the best option for Lucy to save her brother because all she needs to do is give birth to his heirs, and he would settle her brother's hospital bills. After Lucy signs a contract marriage with Ryker, she discovers that Ryker has been keeping secrets of hers; he knows that Lucy is a wealthy heiress. Will she continue to carry Ryker's baby, or will she terminate the pregnancy?
View MoreDamien’s POV I pushed the heavy doors of the throne room open with more force than I intended, the echo of their slam rolling across the high walls like thunder. My boots hit the marble floor hard, each step sharp and deliberate. Behind me, I heard Elena’s hesitant tread and Luna’s lighter, quicker steps, trying to keep pace with my fury. Gasps rippled through the chamber. Nobles and advisors turned wide eyes on us. Guards tightened their grips on their spears. No one dared move or speak. The king, seated on his gilded throne, raised a brow. He looked more curious than angry. His voice, calm but edged with authority, cut through the silence. “Leave us,” he said. The room shifted with murmurs. But no one questioned him. Nobles bowed their heads, guards saluted, and within moments the chamber was empty, except for us. The king leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his throne. “Damien,” he said, his tone sharper now. “Explain you
Ray’s POV I slumped back into the cold chair, my wrists aching from the iron cuffs that pinned me down. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of torches along the stone walls. My chest rose and fell heavily, but I refused to let myself collapse completely.“I told you,” Clint’s squeaky voice broke the silence—the mouse’s name. He perched on the edge of the table, twitching his nose nervously. “It’s useless. You’ve tried escaping a hundred times already.”I gritted my teeth. “And I’ll try a hundred more if I have to.” I leaned forward, the chains rattling against the stone floor. “I’m not giving up, Clint. Not now. Not ever.”Clint sighed, shaking his furry little head. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”Before I could answer, the heavy doors swung open with a creak, and the queen glided in. Her gown shimmered under the flickering light, her crown tilted slightly as though she hadn’t even bothered to adjust it. Her lips curved into a cold smile the moment
Elena’s POVThe doors to my chamber flew open with a loud crack, bouncing off the stone walls. I jolted upright from the bed, my heart leaping in my chest. Damien stormed in, his brows drawn, jaw tight, his whole body radiating a storm I could practically feel in the air.He didn’t greet me. He didn’t even look at me. Instead, he started pacing, long strides across the rug, hands flexing restlessly at his sides.I tilted my head, studying him. “I take it the talk with the king didn’t go as planned?”That stopped him for a moment. His chest rose and fell sharply, then he raked a hand through his hair and let out a bitter laugh. “Didn’t go as planned?” His eyes flicked to me, full of frustration. “Try didn’t go at all. He told me flat out that he won’t help. That the blood witches aren’t his problem. That we’re on our own.”I swallowed, the weight of his words settling on me like rust. Still, I forced myself to stay steady for his sake. “I suspected the king might not be
Damien’s POV The heavy wooden doors groaned as I pushed them open, the scent of old parchment and candle wax rushing out to greet me. The room was quiet, only the faint crackle of a torch against the stone wall breaking the silence.The royal archives.At the far end of the hall, the king stood with his back to me, his broad shoulders square, his hands clasped behind him as though the weight of centuries of knowledge rested solely on him.“My king,” I said, my voice steady though my chest tightened. “I wish to speak with you if you'd permit.”He turned, a faint smile curling his lips. “Ah, Damien.” His tone was welcoming, almost too much so. “Come. Walk with me.”I joined him, and together we moved slowly through the rows of ancient tomes and relics. Dust clung to the spines of books that looked older than the kingdom itself.“This,” the king said, sweeping his hand with a flourish, “is the Royal Archives. Every record, every tale, every truth of this world is st






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