Fiona’s POV The next few days feel like a beautiful dream. Somehow Micah’s apartment is filled with all the things that I love. The fridge is stocked with my favorite food. The washroom is equipped with all the products I love to use. Even my room smells of my favorite vanilla scented candles. I
My cheeks turn pink at the insults and my eyes burn. I cannot believe the amount of hate she is so casually wielding against me. “I have heard you were planning a wedding with some Royal, weren’t you Fiona?” She gives out a cruel laugh. “Have you even seen yourself? Did you really think yourself so
Third POV Things are not going well for Jeremy. He can't shake the image from his mind—the way Micah's hand had rested on Fiona's waist, the way she had smiled up at him. It replays like a broken record, intensifying the knot of jealousy and uncertainty in his chest. Sitting in the kitchen, Jerem
As Jeremy saunters away, two caretakers exchange nervous glances behind his back. "Do you think he noticed that we switched their padlock with a new one?" one caretaker whispers anxiously to the other. The second caretaker furrows her brow, scanning Jeremy from far away. "No, I don't think so. If
Third POVLeah and her childhood friend Rebecca step into the elegant living room of Queen Alara's palace, their footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors.Leah is just about to head over to the Queen’s bedroom, when her eyes catch sight of a familiar shopping bag from her favorite jewelry
Fiona’s POV Sometimes, your whole world turns upside down when you least expect it. A few hours ago, I thought my life was finally taking a turn for the better. I was happily married to the formidable Lycan Prince of one of the deadliest werewolf kingdoms. I felt loved and respected, starting to b
Fiona’s POVI look around the bedroom as I get out of bed, taking in each piece of furniture and all the memories that come up. Most of them are good. This marriage has been a good one.It might have begun as a contractual arrangement, spanning three years, but for me, it quickly evolved into somet
Fiona’s POVI smooth my hands down my black pencil skirt and stop in front of the mirrored elevator doors.The woman that looks back at me has long dark hair slicked back in a braid, just enough makeup on to enhance her features, and is wearing a classic pencil skirt, pale pink silk blouse and a bla