Alle Kapitel von Throne of Desires: My uncle, My sinful mate : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

PARIS POVMy heart pounded so hard it hurt, but I didn’t look away.The tension in the room was so thick it felt hard to breathe. No one moved. No one spoke.Vincent’s gaze didn’t leave me. And that was when I realized I might have just made the biggest mistake of my life.He walked closer until his face was just inches from mine. I could feel his breath. His eyes were cold, and I could see the veins in his neck standing out. He was trying to hold himself back. His fists were tight at his sides, his knuckles white. His jaw kept ticking like he was fighting something inside him.“You think I’m the curse?” he whispered. “You have no idea what kind of hell follows me, Paris. But if I were you, I’d stop before I show you.”He didn’t touch me. He didn’t need to. The silence around him was scarier than any shout could be.I stared right back at him, my heart racing but my mouth moving faster than my senses. “Of course I want you to show me,” I said, my voice full of anger I didn’t even unde

MASON’S POVI stepped back slowly, trying not to make a sound. My head felt light, like the floor was moving. I wanted to tell myself it wasn’t true, that they were just gossiping. But the way the man spoke, the way his voice shook, it sounded real.I turned and walked away fast, my heart pounding louder with each step.If what they said was true, then everything, all of it was worse than I could have ever imagined.Paris might be his daughter.Was I truly his son, or was this a facade to hide that Paris is his daughter?I locked my door as soon as I got into my room. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely turn the handle. The room felt too small, like the walls were closing in on me.The air was chill, but I was sweating. Drops ran down the side of my face and my shirt stuck to my back. I ran my hand through my hair again and again, trying to think.I couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth. Every time I stopped, my mind screamed louder.“Paris might be his daughter.”“Is he really

MASON’S POVMy eyes caught something below the painting, a small wooden box covered in dust. I bent down and pulled it out carefully. My hands were shaking a little. The lid creaked as I opened it.Inside were letters. Old ones. The paper was yellow, and each one was sealed with the same mark, a red wax “E.”I swallowed hard and picked one up. My fingers felt numb as I unfolded it. The handwriting was neat and gentle.“My dearest Vincent, I fear the truth will one day reach him.”My heart started pounding again. I opened another.“You promised to protect him. Do not let him find out, no matter what happens. Keep him safe from those who want his bloodline destroyed.”And another.“If Mason ever learns who he truly is, I will not forgive you.”My breath caught. My hands went cold. I stared at the bottom of the page. The name was written in smooth, clear ink.“Esther Grey.”The name echoed in my head.Esther Grey.I know that name. She works in the palace. She’s quiet, kind, the type who

Paris POVI walked slowly down the stairs, the air cool and heavy with the smell of wine and wood, my fingers brushing the stone railing, my heart already racing before I saw him. I had been looking all over for him.Vincent was there, moving among the barrels, tasting wine from a small glass, adjusting bottles, checking labels, making sure everything was perfect. His hair was a little messy, his sleeves rolled up, the light catching the sharp lines of his face, and I felt it in my chest like a blow.“What… all this?” I asked, my voice quiet but curious, stepping closer, my eyes taking in the endless rows of barrels and bottles.He stopped and turned slowly, setting the glass down, his gaze catching mine. “I’m so sorry, Paris,” he said, his voice low, almost gentle. “With all the preparation for this party tonight, I… I didn’t make arrangements for you and Mason to leave.”“You really didn’t want me to go, did you?” I asked, my eyes sharp and searching his, wanting the truth, needing

Mason’s POVI headed toward the cells to find Selene, because my mind was still stuck on what I saw in that room and I needed to know if she understood what had been happening all this time or if she was just another piece in a game too large to see, but just before I reached the building I saw Vincent standing outside with a woman I barely knew.I had seen her before in passing, heard people whisper that she was Vincent’s fiancée, but it never felt real to me, because Vincent did not strike me as a man who could love or hold someone gently. And If there was anything between them it felt like a lie they both agreed to tell, each wanting something the other could give.I stayed back and waited, because I knew better than to walk into anything while Vincent was still there, and their voices carried in the open space, and it was clear Vincent was angry about something that had cut deeper than he wanted to show.Since the day I arrived, Vincent had been everywhere, in every hall and corn