Chapter 11

Syria’s POV

Uncle slammed the door shut behind him. I was alone in the room, and in front of me was Bennett and Novene.

He stood up from the floor and glared at me with nothing but sheer hatred in his eyes.

“You'll pay for this," he snarled. "Mark my words, Syria. You'll never get everything you want. You can't manipulate Father. Not this time. I know what you're doing. You're just using him… because he's lusting after you."

I refused to give in.

“Hit me, then," I challenged him, coldly staring back at him. "Go ahead. Hurt me. Let's see what the consequences are when you try something like that."

He stood frozen. For a moment, it seemed that he was tempted to hit me. He stood there, shaking with rage but refusing to strike. Afterwards, all he did was storm out angrily.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

“Brother!” Novene shouted, starting to chase after him. But she paused, turning to look at me first.

“I hope you die,” she whispered, then walked away.

I breathed slowly, finally allowing myself to