βAnd thus,β he said, his voice absolute, βa more fitting arrangement has been proposed.β
Y/nβs heart pounded violently.
βOne that Prince Adrian himself welcomes.β
The world tilted.
βWith the daughter of Duke Darian,β Valrius declared, turning his gaze toward her, βLady Y/n Vale.β
The hall spun.
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He kissed the place he had bitten, as if to soothe the mark. His voice followed, deep and possessive. βThis should all be mine.β
His lips stayed on hers. One breath passed, then another. Was he waiting for her sign? He already had it, her face gave everything away.
In a matter of one shocking movement, everything turned upside down.
Then his voice dropped, deeper, colder, dangerous enough to chill bone: βStay. Away. From. What. Is. Fucking. Mine.β
Y/nβs eyes snapped open. Strong, large hands wrapped firmly around her waist. For one heartbeat, she did not understand where she was.
His gaze slid over her slowly. He looked at her face first. She felt him count each scar, each bruise.
His voice came rough and low. βTell me to stop,β he said. βAnd I will.β
Y/n couldnβt process it. Her mind was still spinning from what she had seen. Her lips parted, her voice trembling as she forced the words out.
βYou cursed the kingβs heir, the royal houseβs blessing, and you turned him into their worst nightmare. For every day he lived, others paid the price.
Words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them. They were small and foolish and true.
βWhy did you bring me here?β she whispered, the words slipping out weak and hushed.
βI promise, it will drown you in pleasure until you cannot breathe.β
βIβve come to claim what you owe me. Your Iife, and everything that comes with it.β
Jeonβs face vanished from her sight, and with it, the last flicker of hope slipped away.
The guards at the passage didnβt move or question her. It was as if they had been waiting for her, and that felt wrong.
He tilted his head slightly, the movement subtle but dangerous, his sharp, unforgiving eyes fixed on her as if weighing how much he might enjoy watching her fight for her life.
What did Crown Prince Jeon even want from her?
Y/n didnβt speak, didnβt move. She couldnβt.
βY/n, you must never go to the West Wing.β
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