LOGINAuthor’s POV“Don’t you want justice?” she asked. “Don’t you want revenge on the people who tortured you… the people who caused you to lose your baby?”At that, Amelia’s fingers twitched slightly.The nurse noticed immediately.Encouraged, she leaned forward.“If you don’t eat, you won’t be strong enough to fight back,” the nurse said. “You won’t be strong enough to make them pay.”Amelia’s eyes shifted, just a little.The nurse’s heart skipped.“We saw the marks on your body,” the nurse continued carefully. “The whip marks. Someone hurt you. You don’t deserve that.”Amelia’s breathing changed. It became slower. Deeper.Still, she did not speak.The nurse sighed softly.“I know you lost your baby,” she said gently. “But… you can always make another one.”The moment the words left her mouth, everything changed.Amelia moved.For the first time in two days, she turned her head.Slowly.Deliberately.Her eyes met the nurse’s.Then she smiled.It was not a normal smile.It was wide, unnat
Author’s POVTwo days laterThe hospital room was silent.Too silent.The machines were still working, their soft beeping the only proof that the woman lying on the bed was alive. Amelia lay there like a statue, her body stiff, her eyes open but empty. She did not blink. She did not move. She did not react to sound, light, or touch.It was as if her soul had been drained out of her body and only the shell remained.The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, his brows tightly drawn together as he observed her. He had seen patients shut down before, but this… this was different. This was not just grief. This was complete withdrawal.“How long has she been like this?” the doctor asked quietly, not taking his eyes off Amelia.The nurse standing beside him sighed softly. Her face was tired, her eyes filled with concern.“She’s been like this for two days,” the nurse replied. “Ever since she was restrained.”The doctor turned to look at her. “Two full days?”“Yes,” the nurse said. “She hasn’t
Author’s POVAmelia lay still on the narrow hospital bed, her body weak, her head heavy, her throat dry as if she had been screaming for days. The room smelled of disinfectant and cold metal. The steady beep… beep… beep of a machine filled the silence, slow and unforgiving.She slowly opened her eyes.At first, everything was blurry. The white ceiling above her seemed too bright, too clean. A shadow moved beside her, and she turned her head slightly, wincing from the dull pain that spread through her body.A woman stood next to the bed, dressed in pale blue scrubs. She held a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, her eyes focused, professional. She was checking Amelia’s vitals, adjusting tubes and wires as if this were just another normal day.“Great, you’re finally awake,” the woman said gently.It took a few seconds for Amelia’s mind to catch up.Awake?The word echoed in her head.Then it hit her.The memories crashed into her all at once—too fast, too hard.The wedding hal
Clara’s POVSleep refused to come.I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, my eyes burning from the bright golden lights hanging above us. The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, and the man lying a few feet away from me was breathing like he owned the world.The lights were the real problem.I waited.Five minutes.Ten minutes.Nothing.He didn’t even move.I turned my head slightly, glaring at his back.Seriously?With a sharp sigh, I sat up and reached for the switch on my side of the bed.Click.Darkness swallowed the room.Finally…Click.The light snapped back on immediately.I shot up like I’d been electrocuted and turned to face him.“What the hell?” I snapped. “I can’t sleep with the lights on.”He rolled onto his side, facing me, completely calm.“I want the lights on,” he said. “This is my room. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”I stared at him, mouth slightly open.“You—” I paused, then laughed in disbelief. “Don’t tell me the big bad Alpha King, ruler of all
Clara’s POVI walked into the king’s bedroom with my luggage trailing behind me, the wheels clicking softly against the polished floor.Damn.When people talked about luxury, this was what they meant.Dark walls, deep expensive colors, black, charcoal, and gold, blended perfectly together. The furniture looked like it had never been touched unless by servants wearing white gloves. Everything smelled clean, rich, powerful. The room was so large it could fit the small house I lived in when I was a kid, twice.I slowly turned in a circle, taking everything in.The bed alone looked bigger than my entire childhood bedroom. Thick curtains hung from ceiling to floor. A chandelier sparkled softly above, throwing warm light across the room.I let out a quiet laugh.Damn, money is good.Really good.Let me say this clearly, especially if you’re reading this and life has been lying to you…don’t let anyone fool you.People love saying, “Marry for love, not money.”That’s cute. Really cute.But l
Amelia’s POVI staggered down the hallway, one hand pressed hard against my chest, the other dragging along the wall to keep myself upright.Breathing hurt.Every step hurt.It felt like my heart was cracking open, like something sharp was slicing through me from the inside. The sounds of music and laughter from the wedding hall echoed faintly behind me, mocking me. While they celebrated, I was falling apart.I lowered my head, tears blurring my vision, my body shaking.Then it happened.A sudden, violent pull yanked my head backward.Pain exploded across my scalp.I gasped, my hands flying up too late as fingers twisted into my hair, gripping tightly. My neck jerked painfully as I was forced to stop walking.I turned with a sharp breath, my eyes meeting Klaus’s.They were filled with rage.Pure, ugly rage.“You planned this,” he said coldly, pulling my hair harder. “You and that bitch planned this together, didn’t you?”I winced, my lips parting, but no words came out.The pain in my







