All Chapters of QUEEN OF THE RUINS: Born to Power. Crowned in blood : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kamara’s POV “Mom..No mom!! You can’t leave me..please.” My voice broke, jagged with pain as I watched the two men lowered the casket into the ground slowly. The rain slammed against the earth vigorously like it was grieving too. My tears would seize. “No! No! Please, please just let me see her!” I choked over my words, my heart aching from the entire sight. “What is wrong with you all?” I shouted, turning to face all of them, all dressed in black, quietly standing under their umbrellas. No one cried or showed even an ounce of sympathy. None of them cared. Then my gaze landed on my father who stood quiet at the edge. His expression completely straight and indifferent. “Are you that heartless? You wouldn’t even let me see her! What kind of a person are you?” I rushed toward him but before I could reach him two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me back, “Let go of me! Let me go now!” I thrashed violently, but they wouldn’t bulge. I turned my head to see who

Kamara’s POVThe entire day flew by into nothingness. I barely remembered what I’d eaten, what the lecturers said, or who sat next to me. It was all just noise. When I walked out through the university gates, I wasn’t surprised to see Jace parked across the street like some undercover stalker.I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “You have to be kidding me.”Wearing his signature black suit. “Good afternoon Miss Mann.” “I don’t need a chauffeur. Or a babysitter,” I snapped.He opened the passenger door anyway. “Get in, please.”I got in. Not because he asked. Because there was no point fighting anymore. I hated the formalities so much.The next day passed the same way. Flat and Numb and even more Pointless. Except this time, Valerie had enrolled. Apparently my father’s arrangements had magically fast-tracked her into a politics major. We were apart most of the day, she sat through legal debates and international diplomacy, while I slipped into a sterile lecture room with easels and cha

KamaraThe first thing I felt was the pounding in my head.The second was the unfamiliar quiet.Light bled through the curtains, far too bright. My tongue was dry, my skin sticky with sweat. For a moment, I couldn’t even remember where I was. Then the smell of lemon candles and clean sheets hit me.A sharp breath left me, half relief, half disbelief. The last thing I remembered was music, flashing lights… someone breathing against my neck… and then—“Don’t move.”My head snapped toward the doorway as I opened my eyes.Jace stood there, arms crossed, his usual black shirt rolled to his elbows, fresh clothes draped over one arm.“Of course you brought me back,” I muttered, trying to sit up. The motion sent another spike of pain straight through my skull. I hissed.“You were drugged last night,” he said, tone clipped but even. “You should avoid places like that.”“Drugged?” He nodded once. “I handled it. You’re safe now.”Why would someone drug me.? Shit! One party and shit was already

Kamara“No. This was a setup.”My heart stuttered. “What do you mean setup?”He ignored, moving quietly through the dark and around the stacked crates. “Jace.” I repeated.“What do you mean setup?”He finally looked at me. “They set me up. There’s nothing happening in the warehouse.” He said more to himself than to me. My mind was too much of a mess, hands trembling to even care to understand what he meant. I didn’t want anything to do with my fathers business. It was the one ‘stay away’ rule I obeyed. “So, what do we do now?” I asked.He turned to the opposite direction, the one by the door, searching for God Knows what. “We wait.”I blinked. “Wait? You’re serious?”He checked his watch, then his phone. “The door was shut from the outside. Backup should be here first thing in the morning.”“By tomorrow?” I stay dead at him. “There’s no way in hell I am going to stay here till tomorrow? I have school!”He ignored my rant, going back to his phone to try again if he could pick up a

JaceShe hesitated before getting in, her hand frozen on the door handle like she was still deciding if she wanted to deal with me or walk home instead.“Get in,” I said again.Her brows drew together in that way they always did when she was about to argue, but she didn’t. She finally opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat without another word.Good. Because if she said one more thing about that boy, I wasn’t sure what would come out of my mouth.I shut the door behind her and circled to the driver’s side. The air inside the car felt heavy, laced with something sharp I couldn’t shake off. I could still hear him.Guess I’ll see you at eight then.Eight. His place.I gripped the wheel tighter than necessary. My knuckles turned white, but I didn’t move.She turned her face toward the window, pretending she didn’t feel the tension pulsing between us. I pretended the same. But her reflection on the glass, the faint curve of her jaw, the messy strands of hair slipping past her