All Chapters of Claiming The Archduchess: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 110 RAYANA POV Pain exploded from the back of my head, sending fiery sparks burning throughout the length of my body. A strangled whimper slipped through my lips, my head pounding like crazy. A headache like no other brewed from the back of my head, a thick, dark, fog of uncertainty and stupor swirling around me.I pinched my eyes closed as consciousness slowly slipped through my being, slowly bringing me back to the present. I drifted away from the dark haze, my soul slowly sinking back into the rest of my body. The first thing I was able to make out was pain. Everywhere. Every part of me hurt.My legs, my ribs, every single part of me hurt like hell. It felt like I had been running over by a truck, or had been dragged over miles and miles of nothing but gravel. My throat was parched and dry, and my eyes burning hot. I was not feeling good at all. All I just wanted was to be swallowed by that blissful darkness. Because at least it didn’t hurt. Because in that cold, void d

Chapter 112RAYANA POVI remained glued and stupefied against the jet floor as I looked into the eyes of the man I had come to warm up to and love, the man I had embraced as a family and as a crucial part of my life. I thought back to those times he used to watch me train for combat, those times he used to make little commentaries about how far I had come, how great I was doing, how happy he was to have me around because I made the damn house feel like a home for the first time.And to think all along was a ploy? A malicious act to get us all to lower our guards around him while he planned to stab us in the back so bad we’d even have a hard time recovering from the wound?And my husband… my poor, beautiful Alejandro… The trust he had put in Lorenzo, the way he thought of him as his long-lost brother… I learned early that it took Alejandro time to warm up to anybody. Absolutely anybody at all. And the way he had warmed up to Lorenzo had taught me that even in his cold state of heart,

Chapter 114RAYANA POV~Back inside the jet~ My entire body was in a serious breakdown mode, my entire nervous system humming with the unmistakable whirr of the jet. My pulse hammered against my ears with sheer violence until I couldn’t hear anything passed it. My knees bucked and knocked against the floor, my lungs cramping inside of my chest as they squeezed inside of me, fighting to take as much oxygen as possible. I wanted to scream, to yank the chains off their cradle and fight. I knew I had all it took to take down the motherfuckers in here and doom us all. Because yeah, I could take down anybody in here, with all the practice I did; what I couldn’t do was steer the jet so it didn’t crush down with us. But all I could think as I sat there ‘what in the actual fuck?’ My mind overrode the emotions as I jumped from one to another. From fear, to shock, to fucking I couldn’t believe it was all happening. It all happened so fast that I failed to catch up with it all. My stomach cr

Chapter 116 RAYANA POV Everything that happened from that moment felt like an out-of-the-body experience. I became a spectator of my own life, watching everything unfold from outside the little box I framed all the pain and dumped it all inside.It felt better that way, because in that moment: it was not I who had become a puppet in the desperate struggle of power. I watched the actress maneuver through the bitter emotions while locking mine in the farthest corner of my mind, I watched her crumble, break into tiny million pieces only to ressurect and rebuild herself into something else entirely; only to break once again. I became numb; because numb was sweet, and numb was untouchable. And numb was a perfect fucking escape from all the cluster fuck that had gone down in the past 24 hours. I became a soulless doll; a mannequin that was crafted for Lorenzo’s sick, twisted desires. At some point, a nurse arrived who coaxed me into eating something. My mind did not even bother to regi

Chapter 118RAYANA POV It was almost hysterical. The way everything else seemed to unfold. I probably looked like I had cracked my skull open against the hard cement floors as I walked down the streets in a bloody wedding gown, my feet patting against the ground with hard desperate, and achy footfalls. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care if I looked like I had escaped from a madman's wedding; because that’s exactly what was happening. With the Vatican building on my right, stretching on an arched architect’s wet dream, I lost myself in the intense survival instinct. There were no tears left to cry, no time to register the pain that throbbed steadily from the back of my head and my bad arm; I just bolted. I was no medical practitioner, but I could feel a concussion forming there. I could only hope and pray that there was no internal injury. God forbid my baby has a lunatic for a mother!Cars honked, people stared, and some screamed, I barely paid them any attention. All I knew was t