All Chapters of My Innocence, His Destruction : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“ Wait! Wait!” Sera shouted, dragging her knees forward. She swallowed hard, panting heavily with her body shaking. “ There's a mistake. A HUGE one— I’d never do such a thing to my brother I have no idea why he's saying this but he's my brother, I'd never participate in incest and you know that.” “ Why would I know that?” Prince Theodore dismissed instantly, “ And moreover, everyone knows he's not your real brother, and that's why you're so evil to have taken advantage of him.” Sera's heart and jaw dropped. ‘ Why is he saying that? Why is he talking like he doesn't know me?’ She swallowed, tears streaming out of her cheeks as she turned to Caleb. “ Why are you doing this? Did- did I do something wrong?” She asked, lashes fluttering with tears pooling out. Fear and desperation clawed at her rib as she looked at her brother who still refused to look at her. “ If I do something wrong, I'll apologize you know I will, why are you ..” “ Seize her!” The prince ordered, cutting her s

Zaria staggered backward, but Ivy caught her before she lost her balance. The room tilted. Sound dulled. For a moment, all she felt was the burning sting spreading across her cheek. Her heart pounded as she forced her gaze back to the Queen Mother. ‘Why would she slap me when I’ve done nothing wrong?’ “I’m sorry, Queen Mother. I should have prepared her immediately,” Ivy said quickly, bowing so low her shoulders shook. Zaria frowned, looking from Ivy back to the Queen Mother in confusion. Rosalind stepped forward, her expression carved from cold fury. “How dare you question what is expected of you?” The quiet disdain in her voice made Zaria’s heart stutter. She lowered her gaze and muttered in her mind. ‘Royalties.’ Bitterness coiled in her chest as memories of Theodore and Maribel surfaced. Anger and hatred brewed in her as she slowly clenched her fists. “I chose you because you were insignificant,” Rosalind continued. “Tell me… do you have any idea how much trouble your

| AURERHIA | Zaria shivered as she sat inside the bathtub, the water was warm, full of rose petals that filled her nose with a soothing and beautiful scent. It was warm, beautiful, unlike any bath she's ever had. Her heart clenched for a second, remembering this wasn't her life. Reminded of her hardship, her life. Her shoulder remained tensed as Ivy kept scrubbing her back. Ivy had refused her protest to bathe herself as she wasn't comfortable with someone bathing her, but Ivy told her if she doesn't, she'd be executed for failing her master. “ What kind of ridiculous law is that?” Zaria had fumed. After taking her bath, Ivy helped her out of the water and dried her body. Then she disappeared briefly into the adjoining chamber and soon returned with a gown draped carefully over her arms. Zaria's breath caught. The gown shimmered softly beneath the candlelight, the fabric was a delicate blend of silk and something lighter. The color shifted between pale gold and soft champ

It soon spread across the palace like wildfire. The King's order. Maids were running to and fro, whispers piercing through the walls, eyes widening in pity while some mouths were curving into evil smirks. “ Is it true? He said that?” Rosalind asked, turning sharply to her favourite maid, Celine. “ Yes Queen Mother, I confirmed with the guards, and she's currently locked up in the preparation room,” Celine answered, her mouth curving with satisfaction. Rosalind scoffed. “ He is more impatient than we.” She muttered. “ He really wants to get rid of her.” “ But I must say, your highness, that's a very brutal way to do it.” She said and chuckled softly. Rosalind’s jaw ticked, her eyes sharpened. “ What is his majesty thinking?” She murmured suspiciously, unable to shake off the odd feelings twisting low in her chest. “ I believe I might have an idea,” Celine answered, drawing the queen mother's attention to herself once again. “It is Fiona the princess is facing,” she said with

Zaria’s fist slammed into her cheek and everything stilled instantly. The crack of impact echoed across the arena. Fiona’s head snapped sideways violently, skin split instantly under the force. Blood sprayed, bright against the sunlight. Silence crashed down. The crowd froze. Shock rippled through the stands. High above, the king leaned forward, interest flashing sharply across his eyes. His fingers curled against the armrest. Fiona staggered one step, hand flying to her cheek, fingers coming away red. Her eyes widened. Not from pain. From shock. Because that punch—was heavy, solid, strong, especially for that delicate hand of Zaria. Zaria stood breathing heavily, tears still streaking her bruised face, but her eyes burned defiantly, wildly, filled with something that refused to die. Fiona wiped the blood from her cheek slowly, staring at it like she couldn’t quite believe it existed. The arena was still silent. Zaria swayed slightly where she stood, her ribs scre