All Chapters of The Betrayed Barren: Claimed By The Blind Alpha Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEKNOX'S POV“Huh? There should have been three…” she muttered, pointing toward the two girls standing on the staircase.“What?”“The one who pushed me isn't there…” she whined like a wronged child, her brows furrowing in frustration.“What's her name?” I asked calmly.“I don't know…” she replied, pouting. “She's taller than me… and…”She stopped abruptly, biting her lip in annoyance.“Continue.”She looked toward the staircase one last time before tightening her grip on my arm.“Let's just go home.”She hissed under her breath, clearly unwilling to waste any more energy on the matter.I nodded slowly.“Okay.”Truthfully, my attention had already drifted elsewhere.Ever since I was diagnosed with prosopagnosia, I had accepted that faces would forever remain blank spaces in my world. I recognized people through their voices, clothing, posture, and countless tiny details others never bothered to notice.Yet tonight…Something impossible had happened.People around us st

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEMIREYA'S POV“What?”My chest ached as I walked out of the Bureau office, my footsteps growing heavier with every second. The world around me continued moving as though nothing had happened, yet mine had completely fallen apart. My ears rang, drowning out every other sound except the officer's voice that kept echoing mercilessly inside my head.“It's not registered, ma'am.”Those four words refused to leave me alone.Our marriage... It was never registered.A dry laugh escaped my lips before it slowly turned into a bitter smile. I must have looked insane to anyone watching me. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have believed every single lie without questioning it even once?It had all been a sham. Every sacrifice. Every tear. Every humiliation.I had lived and slaved away for a man who had never been my husband in the eyes of the law. I wasn't marked, nor was I ever legally registered as his wife. The title I carried for years had been nothing but an i

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE KNOX'S POV I stared blankly at the files spread across my desk. Work was the last thing on my mind because my thoughts refused to stay in the present. They kept dragging me back to that night. The night of the gathering. “Mireya... wake up. We're home.” The word home slipped out of my mouth so naturally that it caught even me by surprise. I frowned to myself. Since when had I started referring to the mansion as our home whenever she was involved? The clumsy girl didn't budge. I leaned over slightly, studying her sleeping face. Did she drink? That thought crossed my mind as I tried to smell any trace of alcohol on her, but it was useless. My senses weren't helping me at all. Or perhaps my mind was too occupied to notice. “Miss Mireya... Miss Mireya!” Jason called her name twice. Her eyes fluttered open for barely a second before she nodded absentmindedly and immediately fell asleep again as though she had been possessed. “What is wrong with her?” Jason

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENKNOX'S POVFor the first time in years, I found myself hoping again.Yet, something deep inside me stubbornly refused to embrace that hope. A voice in my head kept telling me to remain exactly the way I was.. to keep my distance before everything spiraled out of control. Somewhere along the way, I had become emotionally attached to this troublesome woman without even realizing it. Little by little, something inside me was slipping away.No.Everything slips away whenever I'm with her.My composure. My judgment. My carefully built walls.And now, even the curse that had haunted me for years seemed to waver in her presence.I lowered my head and clenched my fists.I don't need healing from her.Do I even deserve to be happy after everything that happened that year?"I killed her," I whispered to myself.The words escaped my lips before I could stop them, followed by painful memories crashing into my mind like merciless waves. Blood. Regret. A pair of eyes I could ne

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINECORVIN'S POV“Corvin, are you sure about this?”Serena asked in a fragile voice as she rested against the bed, one hand unconsciously placed over her stomach. She hadn't given birth yet, and the exhaustion on her face was impossible to hide. Even so, her eyes remained fixed on me, searching for an answer that would reassure her.I used one hand to support my chest as I walked toward her. Being kicked by my uncle had literally drained every ounce of strength from my body. To everyone else, it might have looked like just a simple kick, but only I knew the pain it left behind. Even now, I was surviving on medication, forcing myself to stand and act normal while every step reminded me of my weakness.I hated admitting it.I was jealous of my uncle.He was rich, powerful, and influential. His name alone commanded respect, and everyone feared him. Meanwhile, I was constantly referred to as weak, insignificant, and incapable. No matter how hard I worked, someone would alw