All Chapters of Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Olivia “Sebastian... Sebastian,” I called as I tried to open my eyes. Every single part of my body hurt so badly. I wanted to move but I felt so stiff, like I was bound in chains. I opened my eyes and I was in an empty room, but I recognised this place. It was his... Sebastian’s chambers. I closed my eyes again because it felt like the lights could blind me. “Sebastian... Sebastian,” I called out, but my voice was low and weak. I could barely move, but I forced myself to get off the bed, and that was when I realised that was a very bad choice—because I lost my stamina almost immediately and I was falling before I even knew it. But before I could hit the ground, I felt his strong arms around me, and when I lifted my head, my eyes locked with his. “You are awake,” Sebastian said, his breathing uneven and his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in days. His hold on me tightened and for a moment I forgot all about the pain. He held me like I was about to break, and I just let myself

Sebastian I walked through the hallway. Everywhere was eerily quiet—there were no guards, no maids—the palace was completely empty. I didn’t understand what was happening. I looked at my body. What was I wearing? Was this what the afterlife looked like? Memories flashed through my mind. I remembered how I died with Olivia in my arms, and I woke up in this place not remembering anything. I spun around, confused. I remembered everything, but my head was spinning, trying to make sense of it all. Then a shadowy figure quickly passed me and I chased after it as I walked quickly down the hallway. “Hey... wait…” I was now standing in front of the throne room. I pushed open the door—only to find myself seated on the throne. “Sebastian, good… to see you again.” “You...” I pointed at him. “I... I remembered you.” He smiled. It was him from the bar. The one who called himself Fate. “You have a good memory, Sebastian,” that cocky grin never leaving his face. “What am I doing here? An

Kaylee The Forbidden Lands was a kingdom that was wiped out years ago, and the land was left destitute because of the amount of bloodshed and deaths that took place on that day. Everybody in that land died. It was said that it was forbidden for anyone to inhabit. Such a person was believed to be possessed by spirits. But I didn’t care. As the carriage rode through the fogginess and dust, I had to be back before my father noticed—and he could never know where I went. I’ve been plagued with so many visions I could never close my eyes. And when I did, all I saw was death—like the spirit itself was attached to me or something. But I knew of a woman. When I used to stay in the village, she was said to have the ability to see the future of people—and that was exactly what I needed right now. When we arrived, the carriage moved slowly now, passing broken houses, buildings, and just a few people walking by. They looked terrifying, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. I was getting married

Olivia What on earth possessed me to kiss him? I keep replaying that moment in my head, and every time, I feel like a complete fool. Was I truly that terrible at it, so clumsy and unskilled, that he had to pull away from me like I burned him? Or did he only realize in that instant that he felt nothing at all? The humiliation lingers like a thorn in my chest. I packed up quietly, moved back into my own chambers without his notice, not that it mattered to him. He didn’t even glance my way. As far as he’s concerned, I could vanish into thin air and it would mean nothing. I was furious, but beneath the anger was a hollow ache. What exactly was my crime? That was all I wanted to know. He kissed me as if I were his entire universe, as if my lips were the only thing keeping him alive. Then suddenly, he pulled away, as though I disgusted him, and walked out like it was meaningless, like I had forced something on him. The whiplash of it left me spinning. Now I sit at the edge of my bed, f

Sebastian Her arms circled my neck, holding on like I was the only lifeline she had left, and our mouths clashed with the same hunger, the same desperate intensity that had been simmering between us for weeks. Every drag of her lips against mine was fire and surrender, and I wanted her with a force that made restraint feel like punishment. My palms slid down, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her nightdress, my fingers brushing over the heat of her skin. The tremor that shook through her body almost undid me. My instincts told me to stop before I went too far, before I ruined this by rushing her. I pulled back, my chest heaving, fighting for control. But she whimpered and grabbed the front of my shirt with trembling hands, yanking me closer like I was oxygen. “Don’t stop, Sebastian. Don’t hesitate. I want all of you.” Her voice was thick, raw, dripping with need. That was all it took for the leash around my control to snap. My lips found the curve of her neck, pressing slow, r