جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 9

Two guards followed close behind as I made my way to Rosalind's quarters. The rain grew heavier until it fell in torrents. Before long, I was drenched. The only relief came when I stopped and pressed my forehead against the cold stone, just to ease the strain on my aching body.By the time I crossed the courtyard and reached the main hall, I was so numb with cold that I could barely feel the pain anymore. As I passed a pavilion, I spotted several maids and older servants sheltering from the rain. "I heard Ms. Moore lost her baby again. What terrible luck.""Luck? It's karma. A wicked woman like her was never meant to have children."That comment sent a chill down my spine. My babies hadn't died because of some cruel twist of fate. Someone had restrained them and cut out their hearts to drain their blood.Tears slid down my cheeks along with the rain as I clenched my fists. I simply couldn't understand why Tristan could be so cruel. Ten years ago, when we first became en

I sat up, my head still spinning, but forced myself out of bed. No matter what, I had to see my family one last time. I'd barely taken two steps when the door burst open. Tristan stormed in, seized me by the throat, and slammed me against the edge of the bed. "Rosalind was kind enough to pay her respects to your child, and you had the nerve to push her!" Tristan roared. "She's only just found out she's pregnant! How could you be so heartless? You vile, vicious woman!"Do you have any idea that you've just killed another member of my family?"So he was capable of mourning a dead child after all. He knew how much it hurt a mother to lose her baby. When Rosalind lost hers, it was my fault. He blamed me for being a heartless monster. But when my babies died, they said it was karma and that it was a sign that I was never meant to have children. The absurdity of this was beyond me. "Why aren't you saying anything?" Tristan hissed, pain and hatred warring in his eyes. "Aren't

As Tristan bombarded the royal physician with questions, he watched the physician intently, clinging to the faintest hope like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline.He wanted the royal physician to nod. He wanted him to say that I had taken some kind of death-inducing potion, that I was only pretending to be dead.The royal physician sank to the floor, sweat pouring down his face. "My lord, I've only ever heard of such a potion," he finally said in a trembling voice. "I've never seen one myself. Besides, its effects can last no longer than 12 hours. The pulse may grow faint, but it's still there and can be detected with a careful examination."But this lady's pulse… it's truly gone."The light in Tristan's eyes faded once more. He swayed, barely steadying himself against the bedpost. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the royal physician. Only then did Tristan drop to his knees with a heavy thud. "I'll wait 12 hours for you," he murmured. "Just 12 hours. Then you'll wak

"If it weren't for you, Isolde would never have had to witness any of this," Tristan snarled, clamping a hand around Rosalind's throat. "Why would you do such a thing? How could you be so cruel?"To his surprise, Rosalind summoned enough strength to shove him away. Her hair had come loose, but she couldn't care less."Have you forgotten that you murdered all five of your own children?" she spat. "Stop pretending to be a righteous man! If I'm cruel, it's only because I learned from you!"Let me tell you the truth. I lied about needing the blood from an infant's heart to restore my health. Every time it was sent to me, I poured it away. Something so disgusting wasn't fit to pass my lips."Well, how does it feel to have murdered five of your own children with your own hands?" Tristan's grip on her throat tightened. For a moment, he genuinely wanted to strangle her to death. "Go on. Kill me," Rosalind taunted, not even struggling. "Once I see Gerald and Mr. Shelby in the afterlife,