Warning; Mature ContentBut now she knows that she can't change her perception of him. He is a monster that deserves to be killed, she hates him with her everything.That monster on top of her, she wished she could find a blade and aim it at his heart. Imogen wished him death, and nothing more than that.Simon could see the hatred in her eyes, those feisty eyes burning with hatred for him. As much as it saddens him, he can't deny that it also excites him. He wondered how long she will have that look on, especially after what he planned on doing to her."You hate me, don't you," He asked an obvious question and Imogen almost hissed at his words but controlled herself. The last thing she wants is for him to summon Aria or any slaves and punish them in front of her.She gave him no reply, just staring into his beautiful blue eyes. Something came into her mind, was he always a monster or did something change him? She found herself curious to know more, but she didn't dare to ask."If you

Freya curled her lips up brightly, standing in front of her window, as she enjoys the view of nature, birds, trees, maids as they all move around, her cheeks heat up as she catch a glimpse of a guard and a maid showing love for each other.Here, she could see everything and everyone but that wasn't the same for her, she was invisible, not to be shown to the world except for one person or the day of her wedding, until that day she was expected to stay in her room.To Freya, her beautiful lovely room was her prison, her cell, locked in here till a certain day. That a man will come and claim her hand in marriage, so she had hoped. Once, her man comes, she will be able to explore her love for nature but sadly, the man, her man who she has been waiting and hoping for, will only put her in another prison.She moved away from the window and went to her mirror, stared at her own pale and luminous skin, her natural red hair cascading midway down her back in wavy ringlet, her oval face blushed

She looked back to check if she was been followed or if anyone saw her leave the castle."You have two hours before my shift ends" The guard working for Lucien had warned, but she still had to be cautious.Her movement stopped in front of an abandoned house and entered the house but not without looking back.She entered and sighted him, she removed her black cloak and bowed respectfully while the man nodded."I received your letter, you said you have something for me""Yes, my lord. But before that....." She looked at her back, hoping to see him, but her facial expression tightened not seeing the person she expected."He isn't here, you promise to bring him along next time we meet here. So why are you alone?" She asked while the man sighed."You will see him when you give me valuable information, now tell me and don't waste my time," He said harshly and Poppy bite her lower bit sorely."I apologize for my rude behaviour, I found something interesting about Simon. I think he might have

The cold breeze hit her, she inhales the fresh air and then breathed out. The feeling of freedom, even though it won't last long."This is so good" Freya giggled, jumping on her feet. To be outside of that house, her room does feel good, but she wished she never had to go to that place again or get married to the prince."No, Freya" She slapped her cheeks. "Don't think about it, just enjoy your hours of freedom" She looked back and saw her maid chatting with the cook's son Johnny. They were so engrossed with their conversation, that they had no time for her.She sighed and rolled her eyes, this was supposed to be her moment for freedom. But they have been talking since he helps them escape from her house, by hiding them in the cart.She still tried to understand them, since Johnny helped them but their talks are taking too long and she feared they might end up using all her free time if she stays with them."Bianca, we need to start going or we might spend the rest of the day here," S

"M'lady" Simon called surprised by Lady Gila's sudden presence, why is she here, and now of all times."Who is she? Who is this wretch?" Lady Gila said, looking at Imogen indignantly.Wretch? as much as that word annoys Simon. He has to keep his cool, he can't lose his anger with his fiancée because of his slave. That will only put Imogen in trouble, there is only one way out of this."She is my slave," Simon answered and Imogen bowed her head for Gila as is custom ."Why is she here with you? What is she doing here, My lord?" A slave going out with her master is nothing new, but a slave that causes a dispute between two nobles is a weed that needs to be removed.Imogen and Gila looked at Simon, waiting for his answer. Imogen already regrets ever coming here and is also angry at Edward for holding her hand.That's how she found herself in this ridiculous situation, she knows her life is in danger. What if his fiancée gets angry, and ask him to kill her? Her mind is in disarray."I don