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Alex’s POVI stayed silent.Not because I didn’t have an answer.But because the truth would destroy him.If I told him my father knew about us…If I told him about the threats whispered behind closed doors…If I told him that marrying Lily was the only way to protect him from losing everything he had work his whole life for.He would never forgive himself.Ethan would burn the world down.And I couldn’t let that happen.“Answer me!” he shouted, his voice cracking in a way I had never heard before.The sound hit me harder than his anger. Ethan never begged. He commanded. He destroyed. But now… now he sounded like a man standing at the edge of a cliff, holding onto the last thing keeping him alive.I lowered my eyes.Silence.His hand came up, gripping my chin, forcing my face up until I had no choice but to look at him. His fingers trembled, not with weakness, but with restraint.“Look at me,” he said, his voice low, dangerous, breaking. “Look at me and tell me you don’t feel this.”

Author’s POVThe room was silent except for the ticking of the clock.Alex stared at the key in his hand as if it might disappear if he blinked. His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure someone outside the room could hear it. For a moment, fear froze him in place. If Ethan returned now, everything would be over.He forced himself to move.His hands trembled as he slid the key into the lock around his wrist. A soft click echoed in the room, loud to his ears but harmless in reality. The metal loosened and fell away. He held his breath, listening.Nothing.He unlocked the other cuff, then the chains around his ankles. The moment he was free, he swung his legs off the bed, his knees weak from being restrained for so long. He stood slowly, steadying himself against the bed.He grabbed his shoes, slipping them on quietly. No bags. No extra clothes. Nothing that would slow him down.Freedom was more important than comfort.Alex moved toward the door, his steps careful, his breathing shal

The King’s POVShe left.Just like that.I stood there, unmoving, watching through the tall glass windows as Clara stepped into her car and drove off without looking back. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Not even a glance in my direction.It shouldn’t have mattered. I was the one who asked for the divorce. I was the one who agreed to Amelia’s condition. This was supposed to be simple.But it wasn’t.Something felt wrong.Very wrong.A tight pressure settled in my chest, the same feeling I got right before a war or a betrayal. My instincts, sharpened by years of ruling, killing, and surviving, were screaming at me.This wasn’t just Clara going out to blow off steam.This was something else.“My king.”Joe’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He had walked up beside me, his gaze briefly following the direction Clara’s car had disappeared.“The elders are gathered in the throne room,” he said. “They’re waiting for you.”I frowned. “Why are they gathered? It’s two in the morning. Who

The King’s POVI stood frozen for a moment, my mind spinning faster than I could comprehend. Clara… Medusa. My wife. The assassin. The shadow that had haunted the kingdom for years, responsible for untold deaths and chaos. And she had been under my roof this entire time. Sleeping in the same bed, sharing meals, laughing, pretending to be something she was not.I laughed, a hollow, bitter laugh that echoed in the empty hallway. How could I have been so blind? So foolish? The thought of the danger I had unknowingly let into my life, into my palace, made my stomach twist. Every memory, every smile, every argument with her… it all suddenly felt like a mask hiding sharp fangs.Joe appeared at that moment, sensing something was wrong.“My king, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern. I could hear him clearly, but my mind had locked onto a single thought.“Clara is Medusa,” I said, my voice low but trembling.Joe’s eyes went wide. “What?? How is that possible?”Shoc

Clara’s POVI slowly opened my eyes.Cold stone. Rusted iron. Darkness.“That stupid king…” I muttered weakly. “He really locked me up in this dirty dungeon.”My whole body ached as I pushed myself into a sitting position. My head was spinning, my vision still blurry. I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious, minutes, hours, or days. There were no windows, no light, no sound except dripping water somewhere in the distance.No time.I stood up slowly, scanning my surroundings. Thick chains hung from the walls. The floor was damp. The air smelled like mold and old blood.So this was my cage.Just then, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.I turned and my heart hardened.The king.He stood outside the iron bars, his face cold, unreadable.“Oh,” I said with a bitter smile. “You came to visit your wife in the dungeon. I would offer you a glass of wine, but as you can see, there’s no wine in this lovely place.”He didn’t reply.Instead, he threw a folded document through the bars.