All Chapters of Sold To The Scarred King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Morning came quicker than I anticipated. I groaned, holding my head as I drew the blankets over me. The sun was giving me a terrible headache.Yes, I had done what I had in mind, but I ended up drinking half a bottle of whiskey too. I was definitely regretting that choice this morning.I blindly reached out for my phone as I checked the time. It was already 9 am. I was so late for work.I groaned as I decided to rest a bit, waking up half an hour later.When I finished getting ready, I made my way downstairs and briefly glanced at the garden doors. I half expected to see Cassian and Celeste there, but there was no one.“Good morning, ma’am.” Rose greeted me when I got to the dining room.“Good morning. Where’s Cassian?”“He stepped out already. He has some urgent work to attend to.”“Oh.” Urgent work.I guess he wasn’t done with avoiding me just yet.“Will you be having breakfast, ma’am?”“Yes, just a little bit. Please prepare something for my hangover.”Rose gave me a look before sh

When I got home, Rose told me that Cassian was still not back. In all honesty, I had practically given up on trying to fix our relationship. I mean, it was pretty obvious that Cassian didn’t want to fix things, so I was done forcing it.I know I made a mistake, but I was really sorry about it, and I probably blew the whole thing up by involving Celeste in the conversation. If this was the way it was going to be, then I decided to live with it.After showering and changing, I decided to get a little painting done in my studio. I was suffering a serious block in my creative juices, and I was determined to get them flowing again.I had spent an hour or two in my studio before I finally put down my brush and looked at my work.It was definitely a reflection of my current mood with all the dull colors. It was pitiful to say the least.I was still looking at my work when a knock sounded on my door.“Come in.”Rose walked in.“Ma’am, it’s dinner time. Will you be eating?”“Is Cassian back ye

I could hear my heartbeat increase rapidly as I listened. I didn’t hear anything else.I relaxed. Maybe it was my paranoia getting to me.That was the sign I needed to leave, and I wasn’t going to ignore it. I placed the mask back and walked to the door.I was already across the room when I heard a voice. “E…Elara? W…What are you doing here?”I froze. Shit. I was so dead. Like I was going to be buried without a grave.“I…I got l…lost.” I squeaked out as I turnedI noticed he seemed to be stumbling. The room was so dark I could barely see him. I could only make out his silhouette. Was he hurt?I didn’t say anything as I waited for the scolding that was bound to happen, but it didn’t come. Instead, I heard Cassian let out a very loud breath and miss his step.I rushed to him, immediately reaching out blindly to steady him, and that was when I took a whiff and smelled alcohol all over him.Was he drunk? Like Cassian actually got drunk?He hiccupped and missed his footing again.“Hey, hey

I couldn’t seem to concentrate. No matter how much I tried to focus on the painting in front of me, my mind kept drifting back to this morning.I love you, Elara. The words still sounded surreal to hear. I kept on replaying them in my head until I was smiling like an idiot.I dipped my paintbrush into the gray paint before dragging it across the canvas. I paused when I realized what I did as I stepped back.The color was completely wrong. I wasn’t painting the sky anymore.Somehow I had ended up painting the exact same shade as Cassian’s eyes. Stormy gray.Did I really have it down that bad?I groaned. “This is completely ridiculous.”A soft knock sounded on my door, and I turned to see Rose peeking in.“Ma’am?”“Yes, Rose?”“I thought you might like some juice while you paint.”“Oh, thank you.” I said.I watched her walk in with a tray, drop it on a desk, then turn to my painting.“You’ve been working for at least an hour. The painting

This was an absolute nightmare.I stared at my phone long after the call ended.There was no explanation. Nothing.Couldn’t Cassian even bother with a text?I let out a shaky laugh as I placed my phone on the desk.“I guess work really is that important.”Beth folded her arms.“I don’t believe that. There has to be some sort of explanation.”I shrugged. “What else could it be? He obviously no longer wants anything to do with me.”“The same man who spent thousands setting up your gallery, secretly donated to your foundation, bought gifts worth thousands for the children, and set up your very own studio, suddenly decides to ignore you overnight? Nah, I don’t buy it. There has to be something going on.”I looked away and mumbled. “Well, I wish I knew what.”Beth made me stay for lunch. She insisted that I eat something since I skipped breakfast.“You’ve barely touched your food.”I groaned. “Beth, I already said I’m not hungry.”“You’ve said that three times. I’m starting to get worried