DARIUS POVDarius was having trouble sleeping again, as he did most nights. He blinked his lids tightly as he chugged whiskey after whiskey down his throat, glancing at the large clock hanging at the top of his bed's headboard. 12:45 am…It was getting late, and the alcohol he'd been drinking nonstop wasn't luring him into the much-needed sleep he needed. He'd be out of this mansion tomorrow, or early this morning rather, on his way to sort out his business issues, and he hadn't slept a wink. Not that he would sleep on the ride, but Darius knew he needed to nap to refresh his mind. “Tchhhh…” As he stood on his feet, feeling restless, he let out a heavy hiss of disappointment. He had no idea how he got out of his room, but he was walking through the large corridor away from the room and prancing around the mansion seconds later. Darius walked down the tiled floors, barefoot, past sleeping and awake guards alike, with a bottle of whiskey in hand. Darius had no idea where he was

DARIUS POV Her lips had a peach flavor to them.Smelt like apples and tasted like peaches, so soft and alluring he felt like munching on them and kissing her forever.His heart clenched softly as he gently caressed her hair, guiding her tongue in slow rhythmic movements as their lips danced. Darius didn't want this moment to end, and her soft moan was getting into his head, making him go insane in the worst way possible. His hand sauntering downwards, he left her hair until he was touching her shoulders, chest, and then her boobs. Darius could feel her rising nipples, and now he wanted nothing more than to rip the flimsy robe from her body and fall on her, worshiping her. He started to move, pushing her towards the small queen-sized bed, but she tore her lips away from his and asked the question that made him instantly chill. "Shouldn't we go to the training room? Or... or you know, we could go to your room if you want." She stammered out the final words, and Darius could tell s

BRIELLE’S POV~’ That's her, Warren’s scorned daughter.’‘Smack her!’‘We'd kill her right now. She's nothing but a scumbag and a witch.’Brielle raised her hands above her head as the villagers and people around her continued to throw stones at her. She had no idea why she had come here or what she had done wrong this time. She couldn't even remember how they had dragged her out of her house and into the open square, where they had pelted her with stones, dirty water, rotten eggs, pellets, and whatever else they could think of. She couldn't even bring her hands to her nose because she stank so badly. Her clothes were clinging to her skin, sloppy and wet. There was nothing she could do about it, and she couldn't cry or scream at them to stop because she would be wasting her time. "What happened to the cloth?" She heard an all too familiar deep masculine voice ask from afar, and she tried to look up amidst the crowd around her to see if she could catch a glimpse of who this perso

MADELINE’S POVThe black jeep sped into the mansion, bringing some fresh air, and Madeline inhaled sharply as it flew in through the open windows. They were finally back! Today had been an exciting day as she and Lady Delilah had begun to put their plan into action. They had gone to an unusual location. The outskirts of town, hoping to meet some traders or men who could assist them with their mission. Madeline had watched as Lady Delilah spoke a strange language to the local men, explaining what would happen. The mistress, who appeared tense, had relaxed and seemed happy as she hugged the men and exchanged farewell pleasantries before walking back towards their car on the lonely road. Because she had watched the proceedings from the car, Madeline had no idea what the negotiations had been about or how much Lady Delilah had paid the men. But then the mistress had briefed her, however, and she was satisfied with the explanations. She didn't care about the deal... All she wanted

DARIUS POVDarius had arrived at his destination a few hours before, and he was settling in after a long and exhausting journey. The hotel suite reserved for him screamed elegance and luxury. It had everything he needed, and Darius adored the space. He was putting his clothes away in the gold-plated wardrobe when he heard a knock on the door. Whoever it was didn't even wait for his consent or approval before swinging open the door, and in walked the porter who had shown him around the suite moments before. "Is anything the matter?" Darius immediately inquired, turning around with a slight smile on his face. "Not much, just special requests regarding your preferred menu and items you'll require during your stay here." The young man appeared to respond by handing over a paper, which he immediately collected. Running his gaze through the lists, the minutes passed in silence until Darius was finished. Moving closer, heads bowed, and fingers pointed at the paper, Darius made some a