Fiona’s POV It’s three days after I fell into the pit, that I hear noises. It’s the crunch of the leaves and men speaking. My heart leaps into my throat and hope blossoms in my heart with a force that makes me feel dizzy. Immediately, I open my mouth to scream for help but nothing comes out. My
Fiona’s POV Bile rises to my throat as I shakily pick up my phone and search my name up on the internet. The results make my brain hurt. Prince Micah’s hidden wife a cheater? Mysterious wife creates a rift between two prince brothers. From rags to bitches - Fiona’s story of trapping two royals
The constant judgment and hate are making me feel dirty myself. The assistant turns to Raulf. “I’ll be outside if you need me.” She says stiffly before storming out. I watch the door slam shut behind her with a heavy heart. However, I turn to see Raulf smiling brightly at me. For a moment, his e
Fiona’s POV I find myself seated before the glowing screen of my laptop, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of questions. Now that I have calmed myself down, I can clearly see the loopholes in the narrative the media has created. First of all, considering how exclusive Queen Mother’s birthday banqu
When Rowena finally appears in front of me, she has a satisfied smile on her face. “Well, well, if it isn’t the woman of the hour. You’re quite the sensation nowadays.” Her voice is overly smug. "Rowena," I begin, not letting her get a rise out of me. "I need to know why you did this to me." Her
Fiona’s POV Wilson Archer looks like a dangerous man. His suit is impeccable and he wears his age like a medal. His face is covered with a thick beard, neatly trimmed according to the latest style. I try to not feel anything as I look at him but something inside me makes me a nervous mess. Like I
Seemingly overcome with anger at the injustice of his words, I stalk forward until I am a hair’s breadth away. Then, I pull my hand back and slap Wilson Archer right in the face. The sound of the slap echoes in the lobby and it seems as if the whole building has suddenly become super quiet. I can f
Micah’s POV The glass of whiskey crushes between my fingers as I watch the news. Blood trickles down my knuckles but I barely feel it. My wolf is at the surface and I can feel it fighting to get out. Red blankets my eyes and rage envelopes me. I don’t know what I am more furious at. The fact tha