All Chapters of Sold To The Scarred King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I came out of the hospital looking relieved. The doctor had assured me there was nothing to worry about despite my constant panicking. I grimaced when I remembered how I ran in crying like I had a miscarriage. Well, I just didn't want to risk anything happening to my baby. Sue me.I held my stomach as I walked out.I was really hungry now and craving some chicken and chips. I guess that was going to be my dinner.As I walked down the street, my phone rang. I knew exactly who was calling, and I wasn't planning on picking up.I stared at the screen and sighed. Noah.I felt my heart sink. I knew I was being kind of mean, but I was trying to protect him. I didn't want him more involved in this mess than he already was.I kept the phone back in my pocket and continued walking. This town was charming and perfect. No one knew me, and I was far away from all the billionaire and contract-marriage madness, but I knew I couldn't stay. As long as Noah knew where I was, he would always be in dange

Melissa felt hope bloom in her chest. Maybe with Elara gone— "She's my wife," Cassian said quietly. The warmth in Melissa's chest disappeared. "I'll find her." Melissa forced a smile. "I know you will." Cassian turned away. Melissa stared at his back. He hadn't looked at her once the way he used to look at Elara. Not even close. Even with Elara gone, she still couldn't have him. Her expression hardened. Fine. If Cassian wouldn't choose her willingly, she would simply have to make sure Elara never came back. Her phone buzzed. She glanced down. A message from one of her contacts. They're searching the town you mentioned. Melissa smiled faintly. Perfect. Then another message arrived. But they found nothing. Her smile disappeared. For the first time, Melissa realized something. Cassian wasn't stupid. He was desperate. And desperate men could become dangerous. She slowly put her phone away. Across the room, Cassian stood by the window, stari

Vivienne stared at the photograph for several seconds. She did not smile. She did not even look surprised.She simply studied it.Elara stood outside the clinic in a loose dress, one hand resting protectively over her stomach.There was no mistaking the curve beneath the fabric.The pregnancy was real.She slowly enlarged the photograph.She was already far gone. Approximately five months or perhaps a little more.Her eyes remained fixed on Elara's stomach.For years, she had waited for this.Not for a grandchild. Not for the joy of holding a baby.She had no interest in any of that.The child was a key. The one thing she couldn't obtain.Vivienne leaned back in her chair."So she's really pregnant." She said the words quietly.The man who had sent the photograph stood across from her."Yes, ma'am.""You're certain?""We traced the clinic appointment. The patient registered under the name Elara Hart."Vivienne looked at him. "She used her real name?""Yes."Her expression changed slig

I didn’t move. I was certain I heard a knock. Who was that?I stilled when I heard it again. "Miss?" It was a man’s voice.I didn’t respond. I got under the covers and shut my eyes tightly. Maybe I was imagining it all. Maybe if I focused on sleeping, whoever it was would go away. I heard the man knock a few more times before silence followed. I let out a deep breath.See? He went away. I had no idea when I dozed off, still safely tucked under the covers.The first thing I did when I woke up was to go straight to the window and take a peep. The black car was nowhere to be found. I sighed in relief. At least now I could make a clean getaway before my stalker came back.I showered and was already drying my hair when I heard a knock on my door.Who was knocking so early in the morning?I tried to ease my nervousness as I walked to the door.“W…Who is it?” I asked nervously."It's hotel staff, ma'am."I didn't answer immediately.“There's a problem with your door," the man continued. "The

The room felt colder after Vivienne left. I stayed completely still, my eyes fixed on the closed door. He was its foundation. The words wouldn't leave my head. I looked down at my stomach again as my hands instinctively moved there. The thought that had been haunting me since the moment I learned I was pregnant suddenly felt different. Vivienne had said my baby mattered because of Cassian. Not because of the Rooke name, not because of an heir, but because of something inside Cassian himself. Something created in a laboratory that had apparently started when he was only a child. “What happened to him?” I asked, but there was no one to respond. I was left alone with my thoughts. What exactly had I gotten myself into? ‘The researchers believed they could enhance cognitive ability by exposing the brain to increasingly complex stimuli.’ The words sounded clinical. It sounded clean or harmless even, but I knew better. “Children,” I whispered. They were running tests on children.