Chelsea After changing the gown into a pink romper that I found in the wardrobe, I sank myself into the soft mattress of the bed. That night, I didn't eat again. My body was getting weaker. Yet, I had no appetite. I was only left with nothingness. Even in this immense space, I felt like I was confined. The walls around me were suppressing me. My lungs were running out of oxygen. My parents probably don't care if I am alive or dead. They never did. They are relieved that I'm gone. No one would ever come to get me. I had no one. I refused to believe Alastair occupied even a little stage of my life, tied by fate. I had been a believer. I had a blind thing on fate and it betrayed me. Or worse, it thrashed me in hell with a man I knew.... I didn't know. I knew he was a Prince, a future king who would rule the country. Not me, oh God, I won't be ruled by him, not as one of his whores he fantasies about. I knew nothing about him. Not a fucking single thing. Just his name, his title and how

Alastair "Your Highness, shall I bring you the medicines?" For three long hours, Ryle had been trailing behind me, posing the same inquiry every sixty minutes without fail. My daily routine included checking on my health. Today, the temperature of my body is abnormally elevated. I have a fever. I blamed the rain for that, but it wasn't the rain. My immunity was powerful enough to fight colds. “No. I'm fine.” I adamantly declined to ingest any medication. The noxious chemicals quell my exuberance. They instill a heightened sense of vulnerability within my being and gently lull me into a tranquil slumber, closing my eyes in blissful repose. Ryle understood. Nevertheless, he planned to ask all over again in the next hour. We were in my study. He had brought the important letters for me. The majority of the letters consisted of invitations from abroad. Weddings, birthday parties, funerals and charities I despised. Every day, I am inundated with thousands of letters. Among them, the du

Chelsea I almost jumped at the voice. Alastair stood in front of me, scrutinizing me carefully with his head tilted. He was wearing a black sweatshirt. His veiny hand flexed a gun in his grip. His blue eyes looked concerned. I took a long breath to calm my heartbeat. And boom! Shoving the gun inside his waistband, he was down, kneeling before me. He doesn't care about the rules at all, does he? “Chelsea.” So, he really remembers my name? I think it was the first time he called me by my name. I squirmed beneath his touch as he put his hand on my cheek, wiping the tears off my face with his thumb. “You are crying?" He asked very softly. I almost forgot that the tears were still falling from my eyes. Stupid onions. “I'm not crying.” I removed his hand from my face and wiped my own tears. He can't touch me. I still hadn't forgotten how he told me to get out of that car. Exhaling a deep breath, I added, “It's... because of onions. I was working then... she told me to bring naga from

Chelsea “So, you want me to believe Alastair saved you and didn't beat your ass for entering the woods?” Kai ridiculed the entire incident of the wolf attacking me in the woods and Alastair protecting me from it. Yeah, it was a bad idea to share with Kai. “Why would he... beat my ass?” I had to ask. I needed to converse with him in order to ignore the glares the slaves were shooting at me. We sat on the couch of the living area in the hall— okay, it was my plan. A very bad one. Now, I regret not taking Kai inside my room, and force him to do whatever he wants in front of everyone. Still, I won't blame myself cause, come on, how was I supposed to know Kai didn't mean harm? “You don't know a thing.” Kai scoffed. “Oh, you don't know him at all.” It was a flat statement and vastly, a truth that annoyed me. A wince left my lips as I felt the wounds in my hand ache. After washing my hand with the saline solution, Kai had been applying pressure on the wounds with a gauze bandage. He was

Alastair I stared into her eyes— those silver eyes had the power to turn my entire existence into ashes and keep me around her fingers if she wishes to The realization was sudden. I wanted to be burnt, destroyed by her. I didn't know the reason behind why I wanted her until the moment I realized I needed her, badly in my life. “I told you I will be back.” That was a very bad excuse. At that time, my purpose was treating her wounds and finding who created them. Now, her wounds have been treated by Kai. And I have already found out the ladies by checking the CCTV. “Everyone's asleep.” She said. She lied. There were still lights on in a room. I saw it when I was on the breezeways when I didn't even imagine that I would find Chelsea here, so easily. When I saw her, for a moment, I was surprised. I almost smiled when I saw her staring at me. Then I felt a little nervous. Weird, but I assumed it was because of the rainy night before. That night, she wasn't ready to see me. She was cryin