Hi guys! I'm back! Back with a new story titled Bared To You and it's the sequel to my very beloved book; Someone Like You. This story is going to explore the life of Leonidas Sebastiani's first son Maximillian and his relationship with the rebel from an enemy territory; Havindelle. Her name is Edwina Jonas. Not to give any spoilers but just to make my lovely readers aware just in case you get confused... Maximillian lied about losing his memory so he wouldn't have to be sent back home and adopted the name Justice for himself, which is what he's going to be called for now. I don't want any confusion which is why I'm stating it in this author's note for you guys to know.With the few that have started reading, I hope you stay tuned to this story and don't go anywhere because it's gonna get hotter than this. Just you wait! Lots of love🥰😍 P.S. See what I did there? Lots of love? 🤣

EdwinaDespite my attempts to find sleep by counting sheep, reciting the twenty times table, and singing, restlessness consumed me. Midnight had arrived, accompanied by the distant sounds of crickets and an owl's hoot. While I usually enjoyed the tranquility, recent concerns about home invasions made me hesitant to venture outside to gaze at the stars. Frustrated, I got up, adjusted my blanket, donned my slippers, and quietly left the room I shared with my sisters.A week has passed since my dad and I rescued Justice and brought him home with the hope of nursing him back to health. However, my expectations of his swift recovery were shattered as I observed his lethargy over the last two days, spending hours in uninterrupted sleep. Concerned, I gently opened the door to the parlor and was shocked to find him shivering despite the heat, his breathing unnaturally rapid. Kneeling beside him, I checked his temperature, only to hastily withdraw my hand – it was hot enough to boil an egg an

Edwina A week later For nearly a week, Justice remained in a deep slumber, causing me constant worry about the possibility that he might never awaken, despite the doctor's assurances. Taking turns with my sisters to care for him, the challenge arose from our rural location in securing transportation to town. Primarily relying on Steven, who occasionally made delivery trips, I endeavored to hitch a ride whenever possible. As I wrung out the water-soaked cloth, continuing to gently mop Justice's face, I couldn't help but send a silent prayer for his swift recovery. The thought of never seeing his captivating gray eyes again and hearing his occasionally annoying words weighed heavily on my mind. "I really shouldn't be dedicating so much time to you, Justice with no surname," I muttered aloud, aware that he couldn't hear me. "I have a thousand and one things to do back home, so I can't afford to waste this much time being your nurse." Turning back, I dipped the cloth in water again.

EdwinaMy father held a belief in showing kindness to everyone, even in a community where most did not warrant such generosity. Unfortunately, this ideal clashed with reality when it came to Justice, a man we had extended our help to during a time of need. We had helped nurse him back to health, gone above and beyond during his hospital admission, and even donated clothes when he lost his belongings. Yet, in return, Justice insulted Steven, who had generously supported him. It became evident that some individuals would go as far as biting the hand that fed them, leading me to draw the line when Justice insulted my best friend."Why in God's name are you fetching water from the barrel?" I demanded upon seeing him. "You've already bathed this morning, haven't you?""What do you want?" He sighed. "You ignored me for days, and now you're suddenly concerned?""Get over yourself," I snapped. "I'm just asking a simple question.""How many things do you use water for?""I'm not in the mood f

EdwinaEarlier today, I may have crossed a line by labeling Justice as an idiot following the robbery incident. I was deeply upset and vented my anger, hoping it would help, but it ended up being a futile argument. Throughout the night, I stayed awake, longing for my sisters to join me in bed for a conversation, but they chose to stay in the sitting room, engrossed in discussions with Justice. He had become their go-to person, and I resented it. It felt like he was intruding into my sisters' lives, attempting to replace me and making me feel like an outsider. Yesterday on the farm, I noticed the radiant smile on my father's face as he observed Justice at work, leaving me with the impression that he silently wished Justice were his son."Ed, you've got to let go of these thoughts," I sighed, running my hands across my face. "I'm sure he wasn't thinking that."Justice's voice came from behind me, "Are you okay?"Turning to him, I pointed to myself. "Are you talking to me?"He scoffed,