LOGINFrom a princess, Orabella lost everything on her 18th birthday. Her hometown was attacked, her father was brutally killed, and her mother and brother were imprisoned. Even she turned into an enslaved person to entertain others. And painfully, the one who contributed to Orabella's life to a dead end was her mate. What does Orabella have to do to get rid of a heartless man like Vincent while he threatens her family's life? After all that happened, will Orabella be able to forgive Vincent?
View MoreNo matter how bad life is, I still have to live. I can't abuse myself, and I can't let myself fall. I don't want to see Fayre gloating and happy. I had to find her, and I wanted her to experience the pain she caused Edward.Every day, I go to the hospital several times. At first, I wasn't allowed into the treatment room, but after a week, I was finally allowed to get close to my brother. Edward remains in a coma, but doctors say his condition is stable.I held Edward's hand and carefully wiped it.As usual, I will massage Edward's feet and talk to him to make time faster."Winter is coming; the air outside is frigid. But I still remember when you used to take me out to build a snowman; it was very beautiful, huge..." I suddenly stopped, feeling sad; all the beautiful memories for me seemed blocked by a door, and I didn't dare to step through.Suddenly, a man's hoarse voice rang out in the quiet room. "Orabella..."At first, I thought it was Vincent, but then I discovered it wasn't.I
Orabella:After what felt like a century, I slowly woke up from a long sleep. I opened my eyes then, but my limbs were stiff as if plaster had been poured on them; I couldn't move. Even so, tears still rolled down my cheeks.According to what I saw, I was brought home, and a familiar room met my eyes, and the natural floral scent I liked the most. Everything is so normal that I can imagine it clearly with my eyes closed. However, my heart is empty, and I have lost the most crucial thing in life."Edward…" I whispered, my mouth dry and my tears falling like rain again, my chest constricting as I remembered what he had endured.A bloody Edward appeared before my eyes, his face pale and groans of pain.I reached out, wanting to touch it, but the image immediately disappeared. I smiled bitterly, and it turned out it was just my imagination.Just as I wanted to sit up, the door opened again. A face so familiar that I hated it appeared in my sight. He was surprised to see me awake; in those
Unable to wait any longer, I rushed to the slave camp E. The soldiers bowed to their sides in greeting and seemed terrified at my sudden appearance. I passed them and went all the way down to the torture room. I could smell Orabella's blood from afar, and my steps became more urgent.My eyes were wide open; I couldn't believe what I saw was real. It made my heart ache like a thousand knives were stabbed.Without waiting for my order, the people behind me quickly opened the cell door.I rushed inside, hugging Orabella's limp body, who had passed out after being brutally tortured. My hand trembled, and I didn't dare hug her too tightly for fear of hurting her. My stomach tightened when I saw the wounds all over her body. The smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, causing pain in my chest. I lowered my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to overflow."Orabella, please wake up," I whispered, my voice was so weak.Blood ran down my arm as I carried Orabella to the hospit
Vincent:I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I sat on the sofa and ran my hands through my hair. This feeling of loneliness makes me highly uncomfortable. Even though she left here long ago, I can still smell Orabella's scent in the air. For some reason, I have a terrible feeling about something.Hesitating momentarily, I dialed Oreballa's phone number but never pressed the call button. Initially, I told her we needed time and space to be more comfortable. But now it's only been three hours, and I've broken my promise again; how bad am I in her eyes?I sighed and put the phone down. I couldn't sleep again that night. I couldn't stand it anymore in the morning, so I went home. I don't care what Orabella thinks of me, but until I see her safe, I probably won't be able to focus on anything for the next week.Thinking about it, I drove like flying home.As soon as I parked the car in the yard, I saw Fayre's shocked face. What made me unhappy was why she was still here.More tha






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