All Chapters of The Ruthless Alpha's Unwanted Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SYLVIAAnastasia walked ahead of us as she grumbled under her breath, tossing her bright red hair over her shoulder every few seconds. Vane walked beside me, his long strides slowed to match my pace. He hadn't said a word since we left the study, but I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, waiting for me to speak or even for me to yell at him.I kept my head held high and my face blank and devoid of any emotion. As we approached the carriage waiting, Anastasia stopped, turning around to glare at us. Her escort stood at attention nearby, holding the carriage door open."Vane," I said and I watched his fingers twitch in a silent flinch as I turned to look up at him. "Give us a moment. I will see Lady Anastasia to her carriage myself."Vane frowned, a look of hesitation crossing his face. He looked as if he wanted to object, which made me wonder if it was for mine or Anastasia’s sake, but after staring down at me for quite a while, he nodded. "Alright.”He stepped back,

SYLVIA"It’s getting so long, Luna," Estelle murmured, her hands moving gently as she pulled the comb through my hair. She picked up a strand, letting it slide through her fingers with an admiring smile."At this rate, it will be reaching your waist before the season ends. The oil Master Vane brought from the travelling traders is really doing wonders for it.""It really is," Marie added from where she was folding my dresses near the wardrobe. "You look more beautiful every single day. The colour is so rich now."I looked at my reflection in the mirror, staring at the long waves cascading over my shoulders. I didn't feel beautiful. I just felt exhausted. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could hear was Anastasia’s taunting voice telling me I was nothing more than a temporary placeholder.Someone knocked on the door, and Marie walked over to open it, revealing one of the younger kitchen maids standing nervously in the hallway.She held a wooden tray draped with a white linen cloth, he

SYLVIAThe heavy heat in my lower abdomen coiled tighter by the second, sending a sharp, ache-filled tremor straight through my body. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't think straight.All I knew was Vane's body pressing against mine and the need to feel him closer.I tugged hard at his shirt, pulling him down until his chest was pressed up against mine. I arched my back, pressing myself helplessly into him, letting out a breathy, whimpering gasp as his hand slid up the side of my dress, his fingers finding the skin of my inner thigh.His touch was agonisingly slow, his thumb tracing circles, teasing me right at the edge until I thought I would lose my mind.Before I could vocalise another protest, Vane leaned down, hooked his arms under my back and knees, and lifted me off the floor effortlessly. He carried me a few steps to the bed, tossing me back.His mouth immediately found the sensitive spot of my throat, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my jawline, and down to the top of my co

SYLVIAI gripped the letter tightly, feeling the heat from the fireplace warming my face. I couldn't keep running from this. I couldn't spend every single day looking over my shoulder, sick to my stomach, terrified that Cyprian was going to pop out from behind every corner or send another note to my bed. Tonight was the night of the Prime Minister's son's birthday banquet. I was going to see Cyprian, force him to say whatever he wanted to say, and put an end to this nonsense once and for all.I leaned forward, raising the paper toward the dancing flames, ready to watch it burn to ashes."Luna!" Estelle's cheerful voice rang out from the hallway, making me flinch so hard I nearly dropped the letter to the floor. Luna Sylvia, we need to get you ready! Master Vane said we should start early!"The door was locked, thank goodness, but I couldn't let them walk in and catch me holding this. I scrambled back, shoved the folded paper deep in my pocket of my robe and hurried to unlock the door

SYLVIAI blinked, taking a step back as my breath hitched. My eyes searched her face, my fingers digging into my dress.The panic had tricked my eyes. It wasn't Willow. The girl standing in front of me had softer features, a light dusting of freckles across her nose, and brown eyes wide with worry as she dabbed at her skirt. But as my mind cleared, she still looked familiar. She wasn't Willow, but she was definitely from home. She was one of the personal attendants I had seen walking in the halls while I was briefly the princess consort. I remembered her bowing as I walked with the queen. She was dressed far too expensively for a servant, and she was making a fuss about the stain spreading across the front of her dress."Oh, look at this! I am so clumsy, I've ruined your beautiful dress, Luna!" she cried out, her voice carrying over the music so everyone nearby turned to look.She grabbed my arm, her fingers tightening around my wrist with surprising force as she pulled me toward th