Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue And His Scarred Mate: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Adalia“You really didn't have to do this, you know.”Ronan glanced at me before turning his attention back to the rose garden. “Why not?”Before I could answer, he bent down and continued pulling weeds from the flower bed.I let out a small sigh as I watched him.Honestly, I still found it surprising that he had willingly offered to help me with the garden. When I'd mentioned that I wanted to go tend to the roses, he'd surprised me by saying he would come along. At first, I'd tried to talk him out of it, insisting that I could manage on my own, but he'd refused to listen.And now, here we were.After a few more moments, he finally straightened and brushed his palms against his trousers before taking a deep breath.“Alright.” He gestured toward the section he'd been working on. “How did I do?”My gaze followed his gesture. Several weeds had been removed, but he'd also disturbed the soil around a few of the roses. One unfortunate plant had been left leaning at an angle, its stem barely

Adalia“Penelope, why would you…”“Ms. Adalia!” Agatha let out another distressed cry, cutting me off. “What has my daughter ever done to you?” she demanded, pulling Penelope closer. “She doesn't even know how to swim! I know I'm just a poor, lowly servant, but Penelope is my only child. She's all I have in this world!” Her voice broke as she looked down at her daughter. “Why would you do something so cruel to her?”Penelope buried her face against her mother's shoulder, her body trembling with sobs.The sight was almost unbearable.Agatha looked like a mother whose entire world had nearly been taken away from her, while Penelope appeared too frightened and weak to defend herself. Anyone watching them would have found it difficult not to feel sorry for them.And yet, I knew I hadn't pushed her. Not even once had I laid a hand on her. Both mother and daughter continued crying, their voices overlapping until I could barely find an opportunity to speak.“That's not what happened,” I fin

AdaliaSitting on my bed, I gently ran my fingers over the thick fur coat still draped around my body, my thoughts drifting back to everything that had happened earlier.The memory of Ronan standing beside the lake, his expression darkening with every word Penelope uttered, remained vivid in my mind.He had looked absolutely furious when she spoke bad about me. For a moment, I had honestly thought he might reach out and rip her head off right there without giving a damn about the consequences.Ronan's anger could be quite frightening, yet knowing that his anger had been for my sake, I couldn't stop the warmth that spread through my chest.A small smile crept onto my lips as I lowered my gaze to the coat.Perhaps I should return it to him.I got up, carefully slipped out of the coat, and folded it over my arm before leaving my room.The hallway was quiet as I made my way toward Ronan's study. Upon reaching the door, I raised my hand to knock, only to stop when Caleb's voice drifted thr

Unknown POVA mouthful of blood landed on my shoes.For a moment, the room fell silent as I lowered my gaze to the mess staining the pristine white leather.I immediately felt disgusted. The bastard had just ruined my shoes with his foul-smelling blood.One of the guards hurried forward with a clean napkin, dropped to his knees, and began wiping the blood away. Meanwhile, the man strapped to the chair could barely contain his sobs.“Please, sir! I've already told you everything I know!” he pleaded, his voice breaking as fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “I've given your men all the information I have. I swear! I don't know anything else. Please, just let me go!”Turning my attention to him, I offered a faint smile.“Jerry, aren't you enjoying my company? I came all the way down here to see you personally, and this is how you repay me? You're not satisfied?”He shook his head vigorously, his bloodstained lips trembling.“N-no, sir. That's not what I meant.” Tears strea

RonanThe next thing I knew, I was sitting in a private booth at a club with a glass of whiskey in my hand.“Slow down, man,” Caleb warned as I lifted the glass to my lips and downed the shot in one go.The alcohol burned its way down my throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste, but it did absolutely nothing to ease the anger churning inside me.If anything, I was getting more frustrated by the second. Setting the empty glass on the table, I turned to Caleb with a weary sigh.“I honestly don't know what else to do at this point. What else am I supposed to tell her? What else can I do to make her trust me?”Caleb remained silent, allowing me to vent.“I've treated her well. I've made sure she's comfortable in my house, given her everything she needs, and tried my best to be patient with her. I've never forced her to do anything she wasn't ready for. Hell, I've practically bent over backward trying to make her feel safe around me, yet she still won't open up to me!”“Why?” I demanded, more t