Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bared To You : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

EdwinaSeated beside me was Max — my Max. The man I loved. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Even tied up, even angry, he carried himself like royalty. Standing behind a pale, trembling Miranda was another version of him — stone-faced, armed, buzz cut, colder. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn they were the same man split into two bodies. The only real difference was their eyes. My Max had gray eyes — stormy, thoughtful, soft when he looked at me. His brother’s eyes were brown. Deep brown. The color of dark chocolate, warm but unreadable. Max had shown me photos of his family once, laughing as he flipped through them. I’d remember thinking then how absurd it was that one family could hoard that much beauty, that much presence, that much power in their genes alone.And now here they were — flesh and blood and dangerous.“Untie them,” Julian ordered.The ropes fell away from my wrists so suddenly it almost felt unreal. Before I could even process the sting of returning circulatio

Esther quietly discarded the bottle in the bin and turned off the kitchen lights. The soft glow disappeared, leaving the room in darkness before she gently closed the door behind her.For a moment she stood in the quiet hallway, listening to the house breathe in the stillness of the night. Then she walked into the living room to wait.Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve as she glanced toward the staircase where Julian had disappeared.You’re really doing this, she thought nervously. Sitting outside in the middle of the night with a prince.The thought alone made her stomach flutter.A few seconds later, Julian returned carrying a thick blanket. His steps slowed slightly when he saw her standing there patiently, looking smaller somehow in the dim lamplight.For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, the sight tugged gently at something inside him. Without saying much, he stepped closer and draped the blanket carefully around her shoulders.His fingers brushed lightly against h

Edwina “Hey babe.” Max’s voice carried easily across the quiet backyard as he walked toward the pool. I barely turned my head. My feet drifted lazily beneath the cool water, sending small ripples across the surface while the late afternoon sun warmed my shoulders.“What’s up, boo?” I replied, my tone flat.Truthfully, I wasn’t in the mood for whatever energy he was about to bring. Max rarely approached with that bright tone unless he had something brewing.“No need to sound so bored, darling.” He flashed that infuriatingly charming grin as he lowered himself beside me, turning so he faced me fully. “I’ve got good news.”Good news.I slowly turned my head to look at him, studying the almost suspicious brightness in his expression.Really? I thought. Since when does good news come with that kind of smile?“Really?” I asked aloud.Something in my chest tightened with a faint sense of dread. I had a feeling I wouldn’t enjoy whatever came next.“So…” Max dragged the word out slightly. “M

EdwinaI didn’t see it coming—becoming close with Max’s sisters? That, I could have imagined. But this? This quiet, deliberate rejection? No. I hadn’t prepared for that.The day after they arrived, after lunch, I made an effort. They were in the living room, stretched out like they owned the air itself, eyes glued to the TV. I tried to join in, tried to start something—anything—but it was like speaking into a void. They didn’t even glance at me. Just… nothing.So this is how it’s going to be?It got worse. When Esther and Evelyn came in, asking harmless questions about their jobs, the way they responded—sharp, dismissive, borderline cruel—made my stomach twist. My sisters didn’t deserve that. No one did.I wanted to say something. God, I really did. But I swallowed it down.Three reasons.First—they were Max’s sisters.Second—they were princesses. Actual royalty.And third… I was just the girl living under their brother’s roof.A commoner.The word echoed louder in my head than I car

Maximillian You think you know someone… and then they go out of their way to prove you wrong. Not in subtle ways. Not in ways you can excuse or explain away.No.In ways that make you stop and think—who the hell have I been living with all this time? I’ve known my sisters for over two decades.Hell, longer if you count the months we shared the same space before we were even born. We grew up together. Same house. Same blood. Same name.And not once—not once—did they ever show me this side of them.Sure, they were annoying sometimes. Entitled? Definitely. They carried themselves like the world revolved around them and everyone else was just background noise. But violent?No.They didn’t get their hands dirty.They preferred words—sharp, cruel, calculated. The kind that could ruin someone’s reputation in minutes. The kind they could throw in your face or blast all over social media without a second thought.But this?This wasn’t them.Or at least… that’s what I thought.Because they did