Darcus - POV As I sat in the corner of the waiting room, I noticed Mr. Hart and Hana rushing in, their eyes darting around the room in search of Ella. They stopped abruptly as they reached a door in Ella's ICU room. Before they could enter, the doctors emerged, blocking their way. "Please, stay back. The patient is still in critical condition. No visitors are allowed at the moment," the doctor said in a calming tone. At his words, Hana burst into tears. James, observing the scene, moved forward to console her. He then motioned for Mr. Hart and Hana to sit down. Sitting in the corner, I observed the scene unfold, my guilt escalating at the sight of Mr. Hart's fury and Hana's tears. Beside me, Taylor maintained a solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the distraught family. Suddenly, Dargo's voice echoed in my head, "Our own kind has attacked our mate, Ziya spoke." Fear gripped me at the revelation. The identity of the pendant's owner eluded me, even though the pendant James had given

Ella - POV {Ella witnessed the past Fragment } The encroaching darkness gradually lifted, and I found myself viewing the world through the eyes of a small toddler. I was cradled, and a nurse handed me to a breathtakingly beautiful woman who appeared to be in pain. She kissed my forehead gently, tears cascading down her cheeks. "I hope you grow up to be strong and selfless, using your power to help those in need," my mother whispered. Her embrace was comforting, but she was evidently struggling to breathe. The nurse then passed me to my father, who looked young and handsome, but his eyes were tinged with sadness. The sight was heartbreaking. "I'm sorry we couldn't save the mother," the nurse said. I started to cry uncontrollably, and my father looked at me with deep sadness. He did his best to soothe me. "I know, Ella, we've lost someone important today, but she wouldn't want us to mourn like this. Don't worry, Ella, your dad will be with you every step of the way," my father's voi

Ella - POV I woke up to find my father, Hana, and James all smiling at the doctors as they checked my vitals and monitored my health. "Ms. Hart, your recovery rate is quite impressive. We should be able to discharge you from the hospital today," one of the doctors informed. The news brought relief; I never did enjoy staying in medical facilities. "Dad, Hana, I'm sorry you both had to worry because of me," I apologized. Hana had been anxious for me, and I could see the concern etched in my father's eyes as he squeezed my hand. "You have nothing to feel sorry about, Princess," Dad whispered. "It's not your fault, Ella. Don't speak as if it is," Hana said, comforting me. My eyes then fell on James, who looked at me with a hint of sadness. The guilt of having cheated on him made my stomach churn. "I'm okay now, according to the doctor. I can go home," I suggested, to which my father sternly disagreed. "You must take a few days off before returning to work." Upon hearing my father's

Ella - POV "Don't get out of bed, Ella," my father urged, rushing over to ensure I didn't strain my leg too much. "Dad, I spoke with the doctors and explained my situation. They advised me to exercise and move around," I reassured him. After hesitation, my father released my hand, and I made my way to the table where he had prepared breakfast. Even though my father was unwell, I couldn't help but feel guilty that he had to go through the hassle of rushing to a hospital in Minnesota and endure so much stress because of me. "Tell me what's on your mind," my father asked, his gaze fixed on me as I avoided making eye contact and focused on the breakfast plate before me, unable to bring myself to eat. "Dad, I'm worried about your health. Here I am, bruised and injured, yet you're caring for me when I should be caring for you. I spoke with your doctors, who informed me that your health has deteriorated over the past few days. Please don't worry. I'll recover and take care of myself," I

James - POV "So you're from my clan, Mr. Hart. Why did you keep this from me?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and disappointment. Mr. Hart's face fell with guilt as I looked at him, feeling the pain of betrayal again. Why did Mr. Hart do that? He must have known that I am the prince of the Black Magic Clan. "I apologize, your Majesty, for concealing my actual identity from you for so long," Mr. Hart spoke, his voice filled with remorse. I glanced at him, unsure of how to respond. Mr. Hart had always felt like a member of my family, but now that I knew he had been hiding his true identity, I was at a loss for words. "I can see the astonishment in your eyes, but I realize I can no longer hide the truth. Why don't we find a safer place to discuss matters further? I've noticed that we are being watched," Mr. Hart suggested, not waiting for our response. He opened a portal and transported us to another dimension, the realm of my clan. However, upon arrival, I could only