Semua Bab ALPHA'S REJECTED BRIDE: HIDING HIS BABY: Bab 131 - Bab 140

DAMIEN’S POV:“You never told me you could transform,” I said to Ariana, and she shrugged. We sat together on the shore, building sandcastles. Last night, neither Rosaline nor I wanted to leave her alone, so Rosaline and Ariana slept on the bed while I took the chair. I held on to the gun that bitch dropped in case we had any more surprise visits. This morning, I felt a tap on my knee and saw that it was Ariana. The first thing she wanted was to build sandcastles with me. How could I possibly decline? She had not said a word to me, and I really wanted her to. Last night, I can only imagine how confused she was by how much pain she was feeling. I expected her to say something, but she did not. She just sat on the sand beside me, focused on building her castles.I would be lying if I said I was not worried. The least I could do was try to make some sort of small talk.“I did not think it was important,” she said, and I frowned. I dropped the bucket in my hands, and she met my eyes.“Of

PEACE’S POV:I hate my name.I might have failed to mention that in the past, but it’s something I can’t change. Not because I couldn’t just go to a law firm and get my name changed, but because my parents named me after something I could never have. Peace.How ironic.My entire life has been nothing but chaotic. My sister, Stephanie, should have been the one with the name. not me. She was always so happy and bubbly, while I was a bit too serious. Perhaps because there was nothing to be happy or bubbly about. My parents were killed right in front of me, and I had to sacrifice a lot of things to make sure my sister and I never suffered the same fate.But at the end of the day, it proved to be useless. I put her head in a gift box to remind me of that.Such brutality, and for what? All we wanted was to leave happily and peacefully, but we never could, no matter how far or fast we ran.Perhaps this was why I was scared of what was happening now. Scared of this feeling, I got it in my che

ROSALINE’S POV:The sun was warm, and the air was tranquil. It was just Ariana, Damien, Federick, two other guards, and me on the property. I had ordered a little truck to help move some of our things, but Damien did not agree. He did not want to let many people know that we were moving.“Anything you need, I will send someone to go buy it. But whatever is in that house stays there; we need to give off the illusion that we are still living there. If anyone even has the slightest information that we are here, then everything can go to hell,” Damien said.“I know, I know. But some things can’t be bought; they hold a lot of sentimental value,” I said as I watched the guards take some of the boxes into our new home. "Ah, be careful with that box. Those are Ariana’s favourite toys,” I scolded, and he bowed regretfully.“Forgive me, Luna. I will be more careful,” he said, and I nodded. I watched them take the boxes into the house before returning my attention to Damien. He looked at me like

DAMIEN'S POV:The flames burned my skin as I ascended the stairs on all fours. My head felt dizzy, and the smoke became intoxicating, but I couldn't stop now. It wasn't even an option.I didn't care if I got burned alive, as long as my daughter got out of here alive.I knew making her room fireproof would be a good decision. Back when I was talking with the architects that would be handling this house, I told them I wanted one room, which would be my kid's room, to be fireproof while the rest of the house would be bulletproof.I did so because I knew kids could be careless and cause havoc. That was why I had to get Rosaline out first; she was the one in more danger. I never once thought that the entire house would be set ablaze. What the hell could have possibly caused this?Well, that wasn't important right now; all that matters is getting my daughter out of here.I jumped over the flames and braced myself to kick down the flaming door.Pain shot up my entire body as I kicked down th

ROSALINE'S POV:Pain.That was all I felt. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't have the slightest bit of strength; even breathing was a mighty chore. There were times I was able to open my eyes, but even that took a lot of energy from me.When my eyelids managed to part, my vision was impaired, and it hurt when you tried to squint my eyes. There was nothing but a bright light. I would occasionally hear some sounds, but the ringing that had been going on in my ears was the loudest; it wouldn't stop. It was driving me mad.I don't think I can take it anymore.How did I even get here? One moment I was staring at my father while my husband's dream house burned to ashes with them inside, and the next I was enveloped in nothing but darkness. The scariest and most hurtful part about all of this is that I don't even know if they made it out alive.No. They had to. My heart and brain couldn't comprehend them not escaping that fire.When I woke up in this cell, I opened my eyes to see my fathe