Todos os capítulos de SOLD BY MY HUSBAND TO THE LYCAN KING: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

DahliaThe next evening, I found myself standing outside the circus tent with the ticket Aaron had given me folded carefully inside my purse.I almost turned around.For a few seconds, I stood there watching people troop in through the entrance, families laughing and children pulling their parents along, couples walking side by side as they searched for their seats. The bright lights around the tent made me feel happier than I had felt in days.I had promised myself after everything that had happened that I was going to start doing things for myself.So I took a breath and walked inside.The circus was already buzzing with excitement. The smell of popcorn and caramel filled the air, and somewhere nearby, a child was laughing loudly enough to make several people turn and smile. I followed the usher to my seat, already looking forward to finally having an evening where I didn't have to think about my life.Then I stopped just as I got to my seat.Aaron was sitting right beside it.I sta

DahliaThe morning of the conference, I was standing in front of the mirror, still wondering if I actually wanted to go, when someone knocked on my hotel room door.I opened it expecting room service and instead found a hotel staff member holding a huge bouquet of flowers.“Miss Dahlia?”“Yes?”“These are for you.”I took the bouquet, already knowing who had sent it. A small envelope was tucked between the stems, and when I opened it, I immediately recognized Aaron's handwriting.For the woman who still makes every room brighter just by walking into it. I hope today reminds you that there are still beautiful things waiting for you. Enjoy the conference. — Aaron.I stared at the note for several seconds.“Oh, please,” I muttered.It was ridiculously cheesy, and yet I hated the little flutter it caused in my chest.I set the note down and looked at the flowers. I shouldn't have felt anything. Aaron had hurt me too many times for a bouquet and a love note to matter.But it did.Not becau

DahliaI woke with a dull ache throbbing through the side of my head.For a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I was. Then I realized my arms were tied behind the chair, my wrists bound tightly together, with another rope securing me to the seat.The memories came rushing back. The conference. Lilith. Walking outside. Footsteps behind me. Then nothing.My breathing quickened as I looked around.Several masked men stood around me, all dressed in dark clothes. The room was large and bare, with concrete walls and dim lights hanging from the ceiling.One of them noticed I was awake and walked over.“So, you're finally awake.”I pulled against the ropes. “Where am I?”He ignored my question and crouched in front of me.“Tell us what we want to know, and this can be very easy for you.”“What do you want to know?”“Zevran.”My stomach tightened.“What about him?”A man behind him laughed. “Don't play stupid.”“I'm not.”“You expect us to believe the Lycan King went through all that troub

ZevranI knew it was Aiden.There was something about the way he had been watching me lately, the questions he asked during council meetings and the way his attention lingered whenever I missed an appearance or left an event unexpectedly. He was too observant to dismiss those things as coincidence, and he was far too ambitious to let an opportunity like this pass him by.The problem was that knowing something and proving it were two very different things.I couldn't accuse Aiden of anything without evidence. He was still the head of the council, and despite everything I knew about the man, he had never been stupid enough to leave something incriminating where I could find it. If I attacked him without proof, I would be handing him exactly what he wanted.A reason to turn the council against me.I sat behind my desk, staring at the documents in front of me without actually reading them. My fingers tapped slowly against the wood as I went over everything in my head again.Aiden didn't k

DahliaIt was my last day in the country.The day after I arrived at the guarded apartment, Zevran had sent his Beta, Lucien, to bring my things from the hotel. By the time I stood beside the bed, my suitcase was already open, most of my clothes packed. My passport and the travel documents Lucien had arranged were safely tucked inside my bag.Everything was ready, yet instead of feeling relieved, I felt a tightness in my chest.After everything that had happened, I had convinced myself there was nothing left for me with Zevran. So why did leaving still hurt?A knock sounded at the door.“Come in,” I called.Celeste walked in carrying two large shopping bags. She took one look at my luggage and sighed.“So you're really doing it.”I gave her a small smile. “I am.”She placed the bags on the chair and came over to the bed, looking at my packed clothes before meeting my eyes.“I still can't believe you're leaving.”“I can't believe it either.”She frowned. “Then don't.”I shook my head a