Chapter twenty-three

"Lina Thompson, welcome back home. It's time." I heard a deep frosty voice echo in the dark room. The whole room was dark and malicious, only my breathing and the frosty voice of the man coming from nowhere were heard.

"No! He belongs to me. I can't let him go!" I panicked on hearing that, I screamed out, trashed, and struggled. I stopped when the rope tied around my leg and hands cut deeper into my flesh making its way into my bone. I bit my lips to avoid hinting in pain. I was tied to a chair.

A deep burst of laughter rang out echoing in the dark ominous room. His laughter was like a melody to the horror world. I would have been screaming in fear, if not...

"Do you think, you have a choice lina? A son from the Wilson family cannot grow outside. He is an heir, of the oldest royal legitimate family." I looked at the place where the voice was coming from in shock. The room was dark without a hint of light.

"I will fight with my last blood to keep him with me. Where was your so-called fa