Mated to my step-brother
Peter's POV
“Anna…” I shut my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before locking eyes with her again. Her face was pale, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Please, Peter.” She pleaded, her lips trembling.
I knew her request was rooted in the painful truth: I had killed the head maid’s son to save her, a choice that had been forced upon me. It was either him or her, I couldn't lose her, my happiness.
“Anna, I can't keep that promise.” I spoke firmly, “I don't care about anything else, Anna. Just you.”