All Chapters of Betrothed To Six Lovers: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lila’s P.O.VI dialed her number again, it didn’t go. A tight grin took my face. I felt disappointed. A minute later, I was scrolling my contact list, and I saw Nico’s number in my recents.As I was about clicking the call button, my eyes narrowed to the top left of the screen and it read 12:00.Immediately, I froze. It felt my ribs crack in shock. It was the full moon.A part of my senses fought me for calling someone this late.I found my hand hovering around the call button. I pondered contemplating inside whether I should call him or not, it was a battle.I was craving someone badly. I just needed someone to talk to. Someone to tell how I feel. But, it looked like madness to call him in the middle of the night. “Who cares by the way,” a struggling thought whispered in my mind.I was just craving someone to talk to at the moment to say how I feel.I pressed my phone’s lock button and flipped it on the bed. A lot of thoughts passed in between my head.“What if he’s asleep?”“Why a

Lila’s P.O.VAfter the call with him, I pulled out from bed and prepared for the day. Ethan gave me the vibe to start my. Monday. I just couldn’t stop blushing at how he made me feel this morning. I felt special that I forgot about how bad yesterday night had agonized me. I fought hard the feeling that we once had but they still had a way of creeping into my head.“Don’t loose it girl, you’re obsessing over him.” A voice spoke in my head.“Ugh…” I mumbled, walking to the bath. I still couldn’t get over him.I took a shower, dressed and picked my bag. I guess it took me twenty minutes to prepare myself. I had a lot of workload left in the office. Mrs Glad Jonas had given me the number of a private investigator who was on my case as well. I was keeping track of everything. It was Monday and I had a lot to do.I was ready to check out. But, I sat back on my bed. A notification chimed on my phone.Diane had sent me a message. “Good morning Lila, I am here with a man named Nico. He says

Nico’s P.O.VI knew my friend was badly hurting, I knew she needed time to process all of this. I could see from her face that despite her showing anger, she wasn’t just unhappy; she was afraid.“Take it easy Lila, we could talk this some other time,” I said gently.“But, there’s no other time but now. Night will come and your kin wouldn’t see any other good time that to attack by then. You can’t just be running heater skelter if you do not settle with them. It’s sad but we have to make a choice.” I pleaded.“Hmm!!!!” The officer gave a long overwhelming sigh, leaning back on his chair.She was about to well out tears that had gathered in her eyes. But Diane comforted her. “Sorry, I’m really sorry for all of this happening to you girl, it’s not your fault. We all know that this is not your fault.” She reconciled, locking eyes with Lila.“Mmm…” Lila made a sound. Her face still pale from looking at Diane. Diane wiped the tears off her puffed red cheek. For a moment, it felt like Diane

Lila's P.O.V I wrote the letter back to my elders and I boldly stated my reason for not living and continuing my life in the estate. The hot tea that Diane ordered for me sparked neurons and nerves in my head that inevitably made me say my mind. After several of writing and scribblin down, the ink had finally dried on the page, the last sentence curling like a tired sigh. I stared at the paper, the words I had forced myself to write now staring back at me with a stubborn clarity...“I am done. I will not return to the estate, nor will I allow the past to dictate my future. If you cannot accept this, then you will have to let me go." I pressed the pen down one final time, the nib leaving a faint, trembling line that seemed to seal the decision in ink and bone.The office was quiet except for the soft ticking of the old clock on the wall and the faint hum of the building’s aging HVAC system. Sunlight filtered through the half‑closed blinds, painting thin stripes across the mahogany desk

Lila's P.O.VNo single drop of rain dripped as I arrived the city. Outside had bled into a starless night by the time I pushed through the heavy glass doors of the office building’s lobby. My footsteps echoed in the marble emptiness, each step had me recall the day’s grim revelations sending a fresh ache through my calves, remembering the quiet miles of Dockyard Street had my senses scrape me raw by the confrontation. I was glad that I had paced through safely.The elevator ride to the seventh floor was slow. I watched the numbers climb, it was one of the first times that I came to my office building in the night and since I sent the text, Diane wrote back that they'll still be waiting for me. Finally, the elevator's door opened and I walked straight to the office.As I turned the key in the office door, I pushed it open, the sight that greeted me wasn’t one of empty, waiting darkness.Light spilled out into the hallway. And there they were.Nico was slumped in the worn client armchai