All Chapters of Dear Ex, Kneel And Call Me Your Highness : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Caroline's pov The doctors had finally received the signature they needed… not from me, but forced through Peter’s influence. No one dared object. His power in this town, his family’s strong connections, and his cold determination had silenced every protest. I had begged them, my voice hoarse from screaming through the pain. “Please… don’t do this,” I had pleaded earlier, tears streaming down my face as they prepared me for the bone marrow extraction. “I just gave birth… my body can’t take it. Think of my baby!” But the head doctor had only glanced nervously at Peter, who stood there with his arms crossed, his expression showing no concern for me. “It’s for Cerene. She needs it now. Proceed.” No one spoke for me. Just like always. My life wasn’t considered. This was my life. The procedure was agonizing. I felt every painful pull as they extracted the marrow from my hip, my screams echoing off the walls. “It hurts! Oh God, it hurts so much! Why are you doing this to me? I’m your

Caroline's pov I dressed with trembling hands, choosing the only simple but elegant black dress that remained intact in my closet. I suspected Cerene had shredded the others because her jasmine perfume still lingered faintly in the air. “How pathetic.“ I huffed. She couldn't even try to cover her tracks. After dressing up, I called for the driver....Larry Jones, a middle aged man, a person who never spoke until spoken to. He had served our home for as long as I could remember. During the evening drive. I stared out the window with my hands clutching my purse. I kept replaying Peter’s cruel words with each passing second. He surely outdid himself for Cerene. I had already tucked the baby's death certificate closely in my purse. If I had to make an entrance, I had to give them a gift to choke on as well.... Suddenly, the Larry slowed down. “Ma’am, there’s a car ahead. It looks like an accident. Should we stop and help?” I leaned forward, feeling my instincts kicking in. “Ye

Caroline Peter’s mouth opened, but I couldn’t hold back anymore. The words burst from me like a dam finally breaking. “Why, Peter? Why do you care more about Cerene than me....your own wife? I carried our child for months. I screamed through labor while you demanded they rip my bone marrow out for her. I buried our son alone in the pouring rain, and you still chose her every single time! Why is she always more important? Tell me the truth for once in your life!” For a heartbeat, Peter’s eyes flickered with something guilt, maybe even regret. His grip on me softened, and I saw the man I once loved flicker behind the anger. “Thats what you think?" He began to speak softly. My heart clenched painfully. Was he finally listening? But the moment shattered when I heard hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway. Cerene appeared, looking pale and delicate in her expensive birthday dress, tears already glistening in her eyes. She rushed straight to Peter and wrapped her arms tightl

Caroline's pov His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl. Before I could move, his fingers clamped around my upper arm like a vice, squeezing so hard I gasped at the fresh burst of pain. “She belongs to me,” he growled at the bodyguards, his voice loud and venomous, spittle flying. “All of you, fuck off! This is between me and my wife. You have no right to interfere in our marriage.” I winced as his grip tightened, his nails digging into the same bruised spot from earlier. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his chest heaved with each angry breath. The bodyguards stiffened, hands twitching like they wanted to step in, but they held back, watching me like a hawk. “It’s okay,” I said quickly, forcing the words out through clenched teeth even though every instinct screamed at me to fight. “Let him go. I’ll handle this.” Peter didn’t wait for them to fully step aside. He yanke

Caroline's pov He huffed for a second, his dark short hair blowing his face slightly yet he doesn't move an inch to tuck it like he was did. He held him there for a few more agonizing seconds, staring into my eyes with that fire that made my knees feel weak. Alex looked like small pray in his hold, and I couldn't help but feel the pain of seeing someone get hurt because of me. Finally, with a low growl of frustration, he shoved Alex backward. “It seems my wife is begging for your mercy....How pitiful.“ Peter snarled. Alex stumbled but caught himself, breathing hard as he glared at Peter. “You....You are crazy..no .. you're a lunatic!“ Alex coughed so hard. I felt guilt crawl up my spine. Peter didn’t spare him another glance. “I am glad you're aware.“ His hand shot out and clamped around my wrist like a steel band. My eyes widened in total shock, beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Without another word, he began dragging me toward his car, his strides long