All Chapters of FATED HEIR : Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

Chapter 72. Anna's POV. Nobody said it was going to be easy. Nobody hinted at it. So yes, I had to take the risk even if I had a guard totally against me, a pack house filled with painful memories and a constant reminder that I needed to be careful. I was going to push on. The answers to my questions were here, I could feel it calling to me like the waves of an ocean tides. “Hellooo, now's not the time to spaz out. You gotta listen,” Stacy waved her hands across the room. I turned to her, raising an eyebrow as if I had been attentive all this while. “I’m listening,” “Oh yeah,” she said with a daring look. “Yes Stacy,” I smiled lightly. “Can you help me with my zip,” I gestured. She grumbled with her hands spread in the air. “You are not taking this seriously,” “I am,” I winced as she zipped up my tight gown. “When did the uniform get so tight,” I moaned. She huffed and shook her head as we both stared at the mirror hung up on the wall. “Trust me, I will be careful. A lot

Chapter 74. Anna's POV. My body failed me. I moved out of my hiding place springing up like I had just been caught. His voice called me, it rang in my ears like an unending melody. I knew it. My son was here all this while and Gabriel thought he was randomly kidnapped him. Just as I moved closer to the door, I heard mumbling getting closer. They were walking out of the door. I didn't want them to catch me in their dungeon. Moving with my instincts, I ran back to my hiding place as I wondered how my son was. Was he comfortable? How was Stella treating him? How did she pull of the abduction? Gabriel! What I wouldn't give to tell him I had found our son. My son, his heir. “Lock it up,” Stella walked out, then, turning in my direction. She stared stiff for almost a minute. She had me wondering if she had found me. Or just deep in thoughts. “All done, my Lady,” the guards reported. “Good. You two follow me,” She walked out with guards and they shut the door after. Certain that

Chapter 76. Anna's POV. The next morning came slower than a snail crawling on a flat board. My eyes were wide open all through the moonlight as I found it hard to sleep, not even for an hour. I couldn't stop thinking about my baby. Even about what Stacy said. All of these were an elaborate plan and Stella couldn't have done it alone. I thought nobody knew where I ran to for help. How come they knew where to trap me? Where to take my child away from me even when they weren't in their territory? “How could this be?” I muttered to myself, tossing and turning on the rock hard floor. Suddenly, I wasn't comfortable. Maybe the thought of my child made me uneasy or I was just scared of… of nothing in particular. “Good morning,” Stacy yawned, stretching on her couch, the only soft thing she had in her home. She had offered to let me sleep on her couch but it was her home and I had some decency in me. “Anna, you don't look too good, was the night rough on you?” She continued yawning as