All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Standing at the edge of my sacred bed, I stared at the desecration that was Baevera.They had settled her for the night right here in my personal space before filing out, and all through such injustice, she barely stirred.“If looks could kill, yours would have finished her off before the fever could ever get a chance to try,” Alaric whispered beside me, still amused. The clobberhead.I shot him yet another glare. Would it really be so bad if I wrinkled the male’s neck?“Whatever you are thinking is a bad idea.” He only chuckled and patted my arm. “It is just for tonight. Loosen up a little, my friend.”There was no point dignifying that with a response. Turning, I left them and entered the adjoining chamber where warm water waited.The servants bowed and slipped out quickly, sensing my mood. I undressed and sank into the bath.Closing my eyes, I let the heat soak through my muscles as I tried to meditate. Focus. Breathe.It helped me calm. And think.I needed to reset.On the bright

By the time I finished, her breathing was still uneven, but the panic was ebbing.She stilled.I straightened, brushing my hands together, and turned toward the door.“Evan…” she whispered behind me. “Evan, I am so sorry.”I stilled. My back went ramrod straight, fingers curling into fists at my sides.No. Just no.Slowly, I turned my head to look at her again.Her eyes were closed now, her face flushed and beaded with sweat. Her fever was back at its peak, and her skin looked hot enough to burn. But she was not awake.“I did not know… I did not…” Her voice cracked. “Evan, please.”I scowled. My heartbeat quickened with anger and old hurt. What is this? What game is she playing? And why would I be the one she calls in the pits of her high fever?“So young and foolish,” she cried. “If only time could go back. If only time could reset…”Enough of this. I whirled around to leave—A hand clamped around my wrist.I spun around so fast I might have noticed the world shift. Her small, sweaty

“Oh, the gods, oh the gods, my gods!” a panicked shrill broke through the morning calm. The healer had sprung awake, looking around frantically. “I slept through the night? My patient!”She rushed to Baevera’s side, frantically checking her temperature, cool hands brushing her forehead, cheeks, and neck with urgency.“Take it easy, Healer,” Alaric said gently. “It is not good for your condition. No one blames you.”“Speak for yourself,” I bestowed onto the healer the gift of my angriest scowl. “It is admirable that you chose rest over your duties, leaving your patient and the rest of us to suffer through the night. Tell me, who among us enjoyed the well-needed rest you so generously took for yourself?”The healer’s eyes went wide. She jerked away from Baevera, then dropped to her knees before me. “I am so sorry, my Lord! Forgive me! I deserve to die!”I glanced at the duke, expecting one of his righteous protests, but for once, he stayed silent. Though his eyes pleaded with me to show

LADY BAEVERAAcross the courtyard, the maidens danced, swaying and spinning in perfect synchronicity. Their oiled skin gleamed under the lantern light, dusted faintly with gold. Music drifted from behind the latticed walls, soft and rhythmic, guiding their movements.“Vera, would you like to join in?” Millina’s voice called brightly.“No,” I answered without looking up. I was seated under the open arch reading a book far from the rehearsing circle.“But this is for the third sequence!” another maiden protested, sounding both surprised and indignant. “It is the Final Hour act where we all come together and—”“I have learned all my parts,” I turned a page. “I will not chase another.”Tuning them out, my eyes eagerly tracing the next lines of ‘Lady Fiona and the Mystic River’. Keen on knowing whether she would finally cross the water no mortal had ever survived, and how she would escape the hydras that guarded it.“Vera, darling!” Winter’s voice rose from the far end of the courtyard. “Jo

LORD REVANDRELThe exhibition was proceeding as magnificently as I had planned.Every guest of note had arrived, and the exclusive chamber was alight with indulgence and admiration. The dancers had danced, the performers had performed, the singers had sung—and now, it was my turn.Lily and I moved across the stage in a slow, sensual choreography under the dimness of candlelights.Behind us, a purple see-through curtain stretched from one end of the stage to the other, casting shadow and shimmer.Another dancer moved sensually behind it, adding depth to the illusion.As our sequence drew to its end, applause thundered across the room. Cheers rang out from every corner.“Absolutely mesmerizing,” a voice called from the floor.“Cel’theren does it better every year!” another praised.I took a bow. Lily joined me, flushed and smiling.I felt a rare satisfaction. Of all my endeavors here over the past five years, these exhibitions were among the few I genuinely enjoyed.And now, my best part