Chapter 125: A Bearable Burden

Violet

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There was no baby.

There never had been.

And there never would be, not while my body was still mine, not while I still had the strength to prevent any seed of the Roamur bloodline from growing inside me.

I would rather throw myself into boiling oil than give birth to a descendant of the man responsible for my parents’ deaths. I would rather have my body torn apart by poisoned claws than allow any child to inherit the shadow of that cursed lineage.

But Rayan could never imagine that, because it was precisely that ignorance that now kept me alive. I had already used a lie like this once before, with Hertor, and nothing stopped me from using it again.

If there was one tool capable of controlling the most volatile and powerful man in Romania, it was this: the promise of something fragile, precious, and threatened. Something that awakened instinct, protection, and care.

I was already back in the main chamber, my strength fully restored after days of rest. Now, sitting before the m