Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Governor's Wife: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

It had been two weeks since I was brought to the Kingston estate—three long, stifling weeks.Sebastian was rarely around. I’d only seen him five times in total, and always at night. Sylvia had said he was busy at the Capitol, staying late to work—whatever that meant. I didn’t ask questions. I don’t really care.Nathaniel had left the day after the shootout, off to one of his “hunting trips” or whatever it was he called them. Sylvia, too, had been gone a lot lately, flitting between charity events, luncheons, and high-society affairs that I was not yet “ready” to attend, in her words.So, I was left alone in the house.At first, the silence unnerved me. Every corridor felt like it was watching. But as the days passed, I began to notice some things.The staff were polite, cautious, but kind in their own way. They called me “Madam” or “Mrs. Lorelie,” and I hated how strange it still felt to hear. The gardener, a quiet man in his sixties named Elias, tended to the rose garden every mornin

When he spoke again, his voice was low and razor-sharp. “What the hell were you doing in here?”“I—I didn’t mean to—” I stammered, heart hammering.He didn’t budge. “This floor was off-limits. You knew that.”“I saw a door, no one told me about off-limits room” I said, barely able to calm my breath. “It was unlocked. I didn’t know it was this. I was just curious.”His eyes narrowed. “Curiosity? Is that what you call this?” He jerked his head toward the desk, where the folder lay open, its contents—bloodied bodies, stamped documents—scattered like damning truths.“I didn’t read it on purpose,” I whispered. “I tripped and the folder fell. I was going to put it back—”“Spare me the excuses,” he bit out.There was no trace of the cold, poised politician now. This version of Sebastian Kingston was the real him.“You don’t get to waltz into my life and snoop through things you can’t begin to understand,” he hissed. “This isn

Lorelie’s POVI descended the grand staircase slowly, my fingertips trailing along the handrail. The mansion was—like usual quiet for the morning. My chest still felt heavy from last night’s encounter with Sebastian. I just wanted air. A few minutes to breathe.I stepped into the living room, heading out the wide double doors that opened into the courtyard when—“Lorelie.”Her voice. Clipped and calm but seething. I turned. Sylvia stood at the far end of the room. But her face… it was tight. She walked toward me in graceful strides, her heels barely making a sound on the marble floor.“Good morning,” I said cautiously.Then before I could register it, her hand struck my cheek. The sharp crack echoed through the room. I staggered back, stunned. My cheek burned, my hand flying up instinctively to cover it.“I told you never to go into places you weren’t invited,” she hissed. “You think this house is yours to explore?”“I—” My voice broke. “You never told me his office was off-limits.”H

Lorelie’s POVIt had been a week since the news of my marriage to Sebastian Kingston resurfaced to the public. What surprised me most wasn’t the reaction—it was how they managed to keep the news for 3 weeks from the public. It was admirable, really, how they could control the media so well, keeping it from spreading like wildfire. No gossip, no headlines until today.Now, I stood beside him at the Inauguration of South Valemont’s newest project—an ambitious green infrastructure designed to boost the state’s environmental image. A ribbon-cutting ceremony, a crowd of press, and a row of seats filled with political figures, donors, officials and supporters.Sebastian in his tailored coat, polo shirt and dark slacks held the scissors with the grace of someone who had done this countless times. Flashes went off. Cameras clicked. But he didn’t even flinch.I stood on his right side, dressed in a pale beige dress that reached my knee. A soft smile was etched on my face—practiced. I made smal

“Excuse me,” I said sweetly, glancing at Sylvia. “I’ll just use the restroom.”She paused for a beat, eyes scanning my face. “Don’t take too long,” she replied with a pleasant smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.I gave a small nod, turning away—and instantly felt the weight of four pairs of eyes trailing behind me.Leon and Adam flanked me, their steps were enough to give me space. The two other guards followed a few paces back behind them. I walked steadily, pretending not to feel the way my skin itched under the scrutiny. Every hallway corner, every mirror, every step—they were watching. Always watching.Gosh, all this for a restroom break.When we reached the restroom, they let me be. There was no one inside since all the cubicles were open. Leon and Adam assured me this was the private restroom used by important guests—separate from the staff quarters. That gave me a sense of relief. At least I had a moment to breathe.Once I was done with my business, I went to the sink, sett