Todos los capítulos de His Rejected Plus-Sized Secret Heir : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Camila’s POVEverything was clearer now it was as though I had developed a third eye, and I could see things from different perspectives.Not through words, but through new habits.Through glances exchanged between servants, I sat still watching an listening to everything everyone was saying, the whispers and their gestures, I have been here for about an hour and I might have heard Elma name about ten times and each time it was someone asking if Elma would prefer ‘this’ to ‘that’Irritated by the mention of her name I stood up and I walked through the eastern corridor shortly after sunrise, just like before Servants around the pack house would greet and bow, but their focus would be on me until i left their presence, but it was different this time around.Servants would see me pass, they would greet and thn go back to their conversation, it was as though i was old news.They bowed as expected, but their attention drifted elsewhere, toward her obviously, it was as though her name was a

XanderI called for Marcus the moment the letter stopped shaking in my hand."You wanted me?" He stepped inside, still buttoning his jacket.He scanned it once. Twice. "No signature.""No crest either." Could be nothing but a disgruntled noble. A jealous rival house."Or someone who knows exactly what they're doing." I tapped the parchment. "'Not everyone deserves saving.' That's not a threat to me, Marcus. That's about Elma.""You're certain?""Who else have I 'chosen to protect' lately? In front of the entire palace?"The steward incident. "You want the guard to double around her chambers.""I want to know who wrote this before I do anything else.""That could take weeks.""Then it takes weeks." My voice hardened. "Nobody touches her. Nobody comes near her without your knowledge or mine.""Understood." He paused at the door. "Does she know?""No.""You're not going to tell her?""Not tonight.""You're protecting her from the truth now too.""I'm protecting her, period. That's the wh

XanderI found Marcus exactly where I expected, standing outside my study with the second letter still folded in his hand, like it had grown too heavy to hold and too dangerous to set down."You didn't open it again," I said."I didn't need to. I've read it enough times to see it with my eyes closed." He handed it over anyway, and I unfolded it under the lamp.One name and nothing else. No context or explanation, just ink pressed hard enough into the parchment that it had nearly torn through in places, as though whoever wrote it had wanted to carve the name rather than write it.Camila.I stared at it long enough that Marcus shifted his weight beside me."You're not surprised," he said finally."I'm not." I set the letter down on the desk beside the first, the two of them sitting together now like matched accusations. "I should be. I'm not.""She's your intended, Xander. She has been since before Elma ever set foot in this palace.""That doesn't mean she's incapable of this.""It does

XanderMarcus found me in the corridor outside the infirmary, where I had been standing for the better part of an hour without moving, watching the closed door behind which Elma slept, her ribs bound, her lip stitched, her hands finally still."My King.""Tell me you have something.""I traced the basket." He kept his voice low, glancing once toward the infirmary door before continuing. "Elma's herb basket. The one carrying the second letter.""Who had access to it?""A maid named Ivy. She's been in Elma's service for the past three weeks, assigned by the head steward after Elma's original attendant fell ill." He paused. "She was recommended for the position by Lady Camilla personally."Something cold settled low in my chest. "Where is she now?""That's the problem, my King. She's gone.""Gone how?""Her quarters were emptied sometime last night. No note, no explanation. A guard on the eastern watch says he saw a cloaked figure leaving through the servants' gate a few hours before daw

CamilaThe news of Ivy's disappearance reached me before I'd even finished dressing, delivered in a hurried whisper by one of my remaining maids, her hands trembling as she relayed it."She's gone, my Lady. Vanished sometime in the night. The guards are already asking questions."I kept my face perfectly still, the way I had trained myself to do for centuries, though inside something sharp and cold had begun climbing up through my chest."Questions about what?""About her, my Lady. And about who recommended her for the position."Of course they were. Of course that fool girl had left something behind, some scrap of carelessness that would eventually lead them straight back to my door if I didn't move quickly enough to redirect it elsewhere first.I dismissed the maid and sat alone for exactly as long as it took to steady my breathing.Derrick arrived within the hour, summoned through the passage only he and I knew still existed beneath the old records wing."You've heard," I said."I'