Semua Bab Blood And Vows : Bab 91 - Bab 100

LilianaThe days blurred together in my beautiful prison. Each morning brought the same routine. Breakfast in bed, gentle kisses from Gromov, and the growing certainty that everything in my life was a lie.But today was different. Today, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change."You seem distracted, my love," Gromov said, setting down his coffee cup. We were having lunch on the villa's terrace, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and the sound of fountains."I keep having those dreams," I said, picking at my salad. "They're getting clearer."His hand froze halfway to his mouth. "What kind of dreams?""The man with dark hair. Last night, I could almost see his face. He was calling my name, but not Lila. He was calling me something else."He smiled, talking softly as though talking to a child. "Dreams aren't real, darling. They're just your injured mind creating fantasies.""But it felt so real. He was reaching for me, and I wanted to reach back. I wanted

Liliana“LILIANA!” The voice called again, desperately this time.I wanted to scream, but Gromov dipped his hands I'm his pocket, pointing a gun at me. “You will not dear say a word.” He threatened.He covered my mouth with his hands, and brought out an object that looks like an injection. He stabbed my arm with it, injecting the liquid into my body. My vision blurred. And the next second, I was smiling at Gromov.“What am I doing here?” I asked, fear gripping me.He smiled, lowering his gun.“Long story,” He whispered. “Remember the bad guy I told you about, that caused your accident?”I nodded. “He’s here.”My blood froze. The guy from my dreams is here?“What does he want?” I asked, my voice trembling.“Don't worry, I'll protect you.” He grabbed my hair and pointed the gun at me.“Wha…what are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling.“Don't worry, you're safe.” He whispered, placing a kiss on my cheek.For some reason, I felt like wiping it off. We stepped out slowly, the gun s

LilianaI woke up feeling sick again. My stomach churned and twisted violently, making me rush to the bathroom just in time, my bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor.This was the third morning in a row since we'd returned to the manor, and each day seemed worse than the last.As I splashed cold water on my face with trembling hands, I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror above the sink. My skin looked pale and waxy, almost translucent in the harsh morning light. My eyes had dark circles under them, deep purple shadows that made me look haunted. My lips were colorless, and my hair hung limp around my shoulders. But I already knew why I looked like death warmed over.I was pregnant with Gromov's child.The memory of him telling me at the villa was one of the few things I could remember clearly from those fog-filled weeks. His satisfied, predatory smile when he'd placed his large, cold hand on my flat stomach and said with such certainty, "You're carrying my heir." Th

LilianaI couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Anastasia's fake motherly smile and heard her gentle voice delivering my death sentence. The silk curtains fluttered in the night breeze, casting dancing shadows across the bedroom walls like ghostly fingers reaching out to grab me.My hand rested on my stomach, still flat but somehow different now. There was life growing inside me. A tiny heart beating somewhere deep within my body. A soul that had no choice in how it came to exist, innocent of the sins of its father.The grandfather clock in the corner chimed three in the morning."You're awake again," Mikhail's voice came from behind me, rough with exhaustion and worry.I didn't turn around from where I sat curled in the window seat, my knees drawn up to my chest. "I can't stop thinking about it.""About stepping down?" He moved closer, and I felt the warmth of his body as he sat down beside me on the cushioned seat."About the baby." I finally looked at him, taking in th

LilianaThe hands that grabbed me were rough and cold, digging into my arms like iron claws. I screamed as they dragged me away from Mikhail, my feet sliding across the marble floor."No! Let me go!" I fought against their grip, but there were too many of them. Three guards, all bigger and stronger than me."Mikhail!" I cried out, reaching for him desperately. But more guards had stepped between us, forming a wall of black suits and hard faces.My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. This was it. This was how I was going to die. Not by poison in a quiet bathroom, but here in front of everyone, like some kind of spectacle."Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, I didn't choose this. I was kidnapped. I was drugged. I had no control over what happened to me."But no one was listening. The room was full of angry voices, people shouting over each other."The tradition must be upheld!""She carries an enemy's bastard!""The bloodline has been contamina