ChelseaPrepared to experience my very first strangle, I grasped his wrist and stuffed more oxygen inside my mouth. The sounds within my mind had dissipated. The mind had been purged, only to be replenished by an overwhelming sense of dread. Questions packed my mind. The sadness was replaced by confusion.If he kills me, would he be happy?At that moment, I swallowed and felt his grip gradually loosen, his thumb delicately grazing the bulge of my throat. My face quickly became flushed. Breathlessness overcame me.It was not like how I expected it to be....He wasn’t killing. Yet, he was killing me.Before tilting my head to the side to allow his lips access to my neck, his fingers moved to my nape and his lips gently exhaled against my skin.The picture of last night flashed right in front of my eyes. His touches had magics that my body craved so dearly.The area nestled between my thighs became damp. The depths of my shame knew no bounds, for in that moment, all sense of reason abando

Alastair I cleared both my mind and throat the moment I entered the dining room. My mother, my uncle Mr. Valek, his sixth or probably seventh wife Mrs. Giana, and Reagan were already there. Reagan ignored my presence just how I ignored his even though I was still in the urge to cut his balls off for touching her. “Alastair.” My uncle came forward to pull me into an embrace but I had to stop him by grabbing his hand and shaking it fiercely without offering the greeting he wished for. He wasn't taken aback at all. He expected it. Grinning, he said. “Oh, right. You don't hug.” And mom said he was sick. “And it's amazing that you forget it every time.” I retorted with a straight face, my voice as cold as ice. After letting go of his hand, I turned to Mrs. Giana. Taking her hand, I kissed the tip of it welcoming a smirk to my lips. “I am so glad that you make it with Mr. Valek till this fourth meeting.” It was surprising since most of his wives don't last for the fourth meeting. Eith

Chelsea Throughout the entire time, I had been compelling myself to taste a few of the opulent foods adorning the table. It was not like I hated them. The core of my unease lay in the persistent gaze of the maid named Shopia. Her unwavering scrutiny had become an incessant presence, one that refused to be shaken off. I requested her to join me for breakfast. She refrained from laying a finger upon anything, for she fears the disapproval it would surely elicit from Alastair. I encouraged her to sit down. She said the same thing. Really, everyone was scared to death by that man. I didn't pressurise her. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. But she was doing it to me instead. Her gaze, with its luminous brown irises, remained unwaveringly fixed upon the sensitive curve of my neck. Perhaps it was the allure of my neck.Not being able to take it anymore, I ran a hand on my neck to distract her and cleared my throat. “You are not into women, are you?” Our eyes locked, a silent co

ChelseaHis gaze had bored into mine, then dropped to scan my lips. The firm line of his mouth gradually set loose as his dark eyes screamed the power of his existence that would be able to devour my little parts of body wholly.However, Instead of letting this temptation consume me, I cleared my throat. “May I leave, Your Highness?” I was hellbent on leaving this hellhole. But he flung my wish to the waste with a shake of his head. Then he approached me, his slow steps closing the distance between us.Beside me, Princess Lara scowled. She showed no shame in unraveling the mask of envy she wore. If I were in her place, I would have been dead embarrassed.“No.” He said.But of course, I didn't give a damn about his opinion. I suffered from enough just because of doing what he wanted me to do until now.“Thank you.” Displaying that much of my gratitude, I pulled the hem of my skirt and turned away to leave.“Chelsea.”I heard him calling my name and the gasps of the other two individuals

ChelseaKai led me into the vast hall and showed me the portraits of former royalties that adorned the walls.Alastair's father had died a long time ago. Not only his father but also all the relatives from his father's side. The underlying reasons were known to none. There was a rumor that they went to war with vampires and never came back.However, when it happened, Alastair was only seventeen years old, and because there was no one from his side to ascend the throne, the Queen was forced to take up the role. “It's dramatic, right?” Kai said as he directed me through the Palace's art gallery.It was tremendous in size and was extremely shiny. The walls were covered in a variety of paintings and sketches. Kai said most of the arts belong to Reagan.The level of perfection that his artworks carried stunned me. Every single line and color was executed with such great precision. I discovered a bookcase in one of the room's nooks that contained a jumbled assortment of papers stacked insid