Novel & Cerita King's Cage Victoria Aveyard

​"The contract is for a marriage, not a lobotomy. Start thinking about yourself again. Before there’s nothing left to save." The air in the space dropped ten degrees when the massive double doors swung open. With her heels producing a rhythmic, aggressive rhythm on the floor, Victoria Kingsley entered the room. Her hair was a flawless silver helmet, and her suit was worth more than my father's home. She didn't glance at Maya. She saw the mud on the carpet close to Maya's boots. ​"Elara," Victoria said, her voice like a cello deep and resonant. "I didn't realize you were entertaining... company."

I could feel the power settling into my fingers and toes, filling the empty spaces where fear had once lived. Victoria would walk blindly into her future, believing she had triumphed. George would seethe in silence, restrained, a volcano barely contained. And I? I would ascend, untouched by the chaos I had executed carefully. Nothing mattered beyond securing my place, my future and my fortune. Princess Victoria’s hope trembled beneath my touch as she prepared for her wedding to Prince George the vampire. Perfect. She would walk straight into the trap I had so meticulously woven. Everything was proceeding exactly as I intended. The game had only just begun and the ball was in my hands .

Unveiling Independence "The fifth man that you have broken up with, and it's all over the tabloids," Ava's mother, Lady Penelope Sinclair, declared, her frustration palpable as she aggressively dropped the morning newspaper onto the polished table. In the enchanting kingdom of London, where opulence and tradition intertwined, Ava Sinclair. stood as a rebellious figure in her family's grand estate. With her striking beauty and an air of nonchalance, she was the epitome of a modern-day princess.

Long live the future king of Azrael! (Queen Victoria bolts the door tightly then sets the storeroom on fire & leaves) To be CONTINUED

King Alexander knight's birthday was like a festival to Country A people. All the maids inside were running here and there and preparing for the banquet whereas Victoria was looking and checking all the preparation. Every food, sweet, drink, etc was personally tasted and selected by her. After completing all the preparations for the banquet she was about to head to her chamber when she saw Queen mother Meghan and young miss Lily walking toward her. She greets Queen mother Meghan while she looks at Young miss Lily with eyes full of hostility. Seeing Victoria's hostile gaze on her, Lily was angry then she looks at her side. Queen other Meghan was also looking at her. She remembers then bows he

“Liam no, don’t ” I raised a hand, forcing calm I didn’t feel. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.” Movement stirred in the shadows. And then she stepped out. Victoria. Her heels clicked against the concrete, her mouth curling into that venomous smile I had seen in nightmares. She was draped in black, elegant, almost royal, like she thought this war was her coronation. “Liam King,” she purred, spreading her arms as if she welcomed me home. “Finally. The mighty king walks into my cage.”

That wealthy, elegantly dressed woman, lips painted a deep red, had looked at me with cold indifference. Behind her stood a line of bodyguards. The sky was pitch-black. The seawater was freezing, biting into my skin like shards of ice. Standing on the edge of the towering cliff, I took a step forward and leapt. At the time, everyone believed I was dead.

He coughed, this time he wheezed just like Edric did moments ago, the other male shook his head from the far corner of the dungeon cell. I nodded my understanding at Algar, not wanting to strain his breathing. I know for sure what I will be demanding when the king decided that it was time for me to be his queen. When I left the dungeon, I was startled the second I saw Justus waiting for me at the top of the stairs. "I see you've taken the scenic route?" Cato was by his side and he didn't look pleased that I had sneaked out of my room.

Damian leaned closer and murmured, "You're getting brave." I squeezed the little evening bag where Crimson Vow rested. His throat moved. He shut up. The comments laughed themselves sick. [@SteamQueen: She brought the lipstick to family dinner. Nora is elite.] [@MafiaMutt: Moretti heir controlled by a berry shade. BookTok will never recover.] [@RomanceGremlin: Respectfully requesting an after-gala bonus scene.] After dinner, Damian took me back to his apartment on Central Park South. The place was absurd, all glass walls, quiet money, and a view that made Manhattan look like it belonged to him. It was beautiful in the same unfair way he was.

"Change into something more appropriate. Your belongings have already been delivered to the master suite upstairs. I expect you downstairs in thirty minutes." As his towering figure disappeared behind the heavy mahogany doors of his study, Vivian let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She turned toward the grand spiral staircase, her mind racing. She was trapped, but as her eyes scanned the high-tech keypads on the walls, a quiet, dangerous fire ignited within her. Dominic Vance thought he had bought a submissive captive to break at his leisure. But Vivian was determined to survive his luxury prison, find a way to breach his security, and discover the true depth of the d