Berrilyl's POVCage’s gaze lingered on me, a flicker of doubt crossing his expression. I knew if he found out I had caused Grace to fall, my position here would be in serious jeopardy. He didn’t buy my story when I claimed Grace had purposely hurt me. Sensing his disbelief, I quickly stepped in."We were picking up the pieces after the ceramics broke, and the tea poured. The floor was slippery from the coffee. Grace slipped again, this time onto me, and we both fell. But when she stood up, she tripped on the shards in those ridiculous heels of hers."I could feel his eyes on me, but he said nothing. He was processing it—his expression unreadable. I pressed on, voice a little more urgent. "It was an accident. I don’t understand what’s confusing you.""Watch it," Cage snapped, his voice cold, his eyes narrowing. I glanced over at Grace, lying motionless on the floor, her breathing shallow like she might collapse at any moment. I could still feel the burn from the coffee scalding my sk
Berrilyl's POVTalia’s eyes met mine, and I swear, her gaze held a chill that made my blood run cold. Normally, his words never had this kind of weight. But tonight, something about the way Talia spoke—her fear, her urgency—was different. It sent a ripple of unease through me.“He said I should take you there,” Talia murmured, and even she seemed unsure, her voice trembling slightly. I wasn’t sure if I knew the way back, either.Without another word, she turned and began to walk, her pace swift and almost desperate. I had no choice but to quicken my steps, my feet barely keeping up as the corridor stretched before me. Something felt… wrong. The walls were familiar, but they seemed to blur at the edges, as though I were walking in a dream.My heart hammered in my chest, a constant reminder that we were heading somewhere new. Somewhere I didn’t want to go.“This doesn’t seem like the same place we were before,” I muttered, trying to steady my racing thoughts.“We’re going somewhere els
Cage's POVGrace lay on the bed, her pale face twisted in pain. My fists clenched involuntarily as I thought of Berrilyl, whose tone dripped with dismissiveness. To her, bumping one’s head seemed like nothing—just another trivial incident.I wondered if that’s how it felt when she was in the slaves' quarters perhaps the pain was nothing. I might even increase it.I knew Berrilyl well enough to see the flicker of deceit in her eyes, the way she kept interrupting my questions. She was hiding something. Her story—that Grace intentionally poured coffee on herself—reeked of manipulation. And the part about the shards? It didn’t add up.I wasn’t buying it. Not this time.Berrilyl had formed a vendetta against Grace, a cruel game that she played with her usual arrogance. But Grace was no weakling anymore, and I needed her to stand her ground. Unlike Berrilyl, Grace could be trusted.And Berrilyl? She was the last person I’d ever trust.My mind spiralled back to the unimaginable betrayal she’
Berrilyl's POVTalia’s gasp cut through the stillness of the hall, sharp and raw, like a blade slicing through the air. My heart jolted in my chest, rising to my throat. From the shadows, a figure emerged, his presence immediate and commanding. With a swift motion, he grabbed Talia, pulling her roughly into his chest."Jake..." Talia’s voice was steady but strained, trembling ever so slightly.His grip was firm, possessive even, but there was an undeniable protectiveness in the way he held her. The intensity of his gaze made me feel like I was intruding, as though his eyes were pulling her into some unseen depth, and for a moment, I felt as if I wasn’t even there.“Jake,” she said again, this time with an edge to her voice. She glared at him, her fury palpable. The air between them crackled with tension, and in response, Jake released her immediately, his expression shifting from one of intense focus to one of almost mock surprise."You don’t need to be so angry with me,” he said, his
Cage's POV"You're everything to me, Cage. You've always taken such good care of me. Please, don't worry about me now," Grace whispered, her voice trembling as she turned her head away. She winced, and the subtle shift in her expression told me more than words could. My pulse quickened. Something was off. I knew Grace better than anyone—she wasn’t the type to hide things, yet here she was, avoiding my gaze like she was hiding a secret. "This is not a small thing, Grace," I said, my tone rough with frustration. "You hit your head, and now you're telling me you can handle this on your own? Look at me—tell me she didn't hurt you. Tell me you weren't pushed. Or I swear I won't believe a word you say."I could feel the tension building, a knot of suspicion gnawing at me. Grace wasn’t clumsy—never had been. She wasn’t the type to stumble twice in heels. And yet here she was, looking like she was about to lie to my face."Look at me," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I ob
Berrilyl's POVMy back still ached from the lashes, each painful strip serving as a harsh reminder of what had just transpired. My body was shaking as I stayed there, and my breathing was irregular and shallow. The agony in my chest was far worse than the pain radiating through me.Cage had stood there, silent, as I had been punished. I had begged him to see through Grace’s lies, to understand that I had done nothing wrong, but he had simply watched me, his eyes empty and distant. His indifference had hurt more than the lashes. It was as though he had closed off any part of himself that could have cared about me. I could still feel the weight of his gaze, cold and unfeeling, burning into me, even now.I wanted to scream, to demand answers, to ask why he had done nothing while I had suffered. But I stayed silent, because what good would it have done? He didn’t care. Not really. And Grace had made sure of that.I tried to steady my breathing, to gather the strength to move, but my body
Cage's POVI paced the room, the stress rolling off me in waves as I replayed the events of the day in my head. My fists clenched involuntarily, and the echo of Berrilyl's defiant glare burned into my memory. How could someone so fragile have the audacity to stand up to me? It wasn't bravery, it was foolishness. And yet, that recklessness stirred something in me that I didn't want to examine too closely.The door creaking open had snapped me out of those spinning thoughts."Enter," I called sharply, raising myself taller in my seat and keeping my facial expression neutral.Grace entered carrying a tray of food with her, even in her walk, she was measured and cool as usual, but today something lay sharper in her eyes. Grace set the tray down on the table, then turned toward me and crossed her arms across her chest.You need to curb your anger, Cage," she said, not mincing words.I arched an eyebrow, folding my arms in turn. "And what makes you think I need advice on that?""Because you
Berrilyl's POV The tap at the door was gentle. I didn't look toward the door. My eyes, instead remained set at the ceiling, like the cracked pattern there should give answers to my plenty of questions. Another rap, loud enough this time. "Come in," I spoke finally, never raising myself up to sit.The door creaked open and Talia stepped inside, carrying a small wooden tray. Her face was smooth, yet a flicker of unease danced in her eyes as she neared. "I brought the medicine," she whispered, placing the tray down on the small table beside my bed. "Cage ordered me to help you apply it to your wounds."At her words, a jolt of anger surged through me. My fists clenched at my sides, and I pushed myself upright, glaring at her. “Cage ordered you?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disdain. Talia nodded, clearly uncertain how to respond to my tone. “He said it’s important you heal properly.”A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could check it. "Of course, he did. He's probably just
Author's POVThe Great Elder stood firm not scared of Milano's treat, he looked at Milano with anger in his. Still refusing to leave, and the Elders with him agreed. They felt something was wrong, something in the air was off. They didn’t trust Milano or what was happening. But they weren’t going to give in. The Elders kept saying the same thing—Cage should come and meet them personally, not send his messenger. They would not leave until that happened.Well, I am not interested in your demands or whatever you have to say. I am here for a reason, and am not going to waste time. Milano said as he moved slowly toward one of the Great Elder’s sons, the one who had been shouting insults and trying to act tough. He had been yelling at Milano, thinking his position and family power would protect him. But Milano didn’t even flinch. Without saying a word, he moved towards the older son and grabbed his arm, twisting it suddenly with a sharp movement. A loud snap echoed as the bone broke, and th
Author's POVThe Great Elder stood up from his seat, his face showing explicit dissatisfaction. Still, there was more than that dissatisfaction-an uneasy feeling crawled up in his chest, which he couldn't get rid of. His warriors that rushed in spoke in hurried and stuttered words, seemingly scared by whatever had happened.We... we were attacked, Elder. Ambushed. We did not see it coming. The enemy—" One of the warriors tried to conclude, but his eyes were shaking in fear.The room fell silent, as the other Elders stared at each other, incredulous and concerned. No one could believe what they were being told. The mansion of the Great Elder was always a safe place, always secure.Who dares to attack us?" asked another Elder, full of anger and confusion in his tone. "Who has the guts to challenge the Great Elder's mansion?The Great Elder did not waste any time as he ordered his close subordinates to handle it straight away. "Assemble the warriors and find out who did this; take care o
Author's POVThe grand dining hall of the great Elder's mansion shimmered under the glow of golden chandeliers. The long, polished table was adorned with the finest silverware, rich meats and the most exquisite wines that were hard to find.At the head of the table, the great Elder sat, his eyes gleamed with arrogance as he lifted his goblet filled to the brim with a deep crimson wine.The middle-aged men seated with him were all dressed in fine garments, and they looked important. Their faces lit with eager anticipation. Behind them, silent servants stood attentively ready to refill their glasses and plates at any moment.The great Elder laughed heartily as he toasted his guest, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "To our future success!" He exclaimed, with pride and confidence."With Cage and his subordinate finally out of the way, the pack would be ours. Everything in it would become ours. Every single thing" He looked at his wine and laughed at it like a very crazy man. One of the
Cage's POVHe instantly understood what I said and in a jiffy, new secret guards streamed in and surrounded the rouges.The rouges stumbled backwards, their eyes darting wildly as they struggled to process the sudden turn of events. Their leader's face contorted into a mixture of disbelief and fear. His shoulders sagged as his confidence fell. He looked at me with regret, his composure almost slipping."This shouldn't be happening!" He exclaimed, his voice shattering into a thousand pieces. "Fight back. Fight With your best," one of the rogue leaders ordered as he saw his rouge warriors getting overpowered."It's way too late for that. The probability of you guys winning is too thin. You better accept defeat" I looked him straight in the eye and told him.He unleashed a fury of rage, launching himself at me with tremendous force. Anticipating his attack, I swiftly moved away, blocking it. With a loud growl, he sped past me and slammed into the wall."Oops," I grinned with satisfaction
Cage's POVThe instant the scream from Berrilyl reached my ears, my heart contracted in a way it shouldn't have. My body had moved well before my brain kicked in and I turned sharply in the direction of her voice. I caught her running toward me, a look of concern twisting her face, along with something else, it was fear.In That split second, the distraction almost cost me my life.A rogue caught me out of focus and charged at me, his blade was aimed right at my exposed side; I barely had time to react. Instinct kicked in, and I twisted my body in time, the blade grazing across my ribs instead of burying into my flesh. The pain was sharp, but I pushed it aside, countering it with a vicious strike that sent the rogue stumbling back.I hadn't had a chance to finish him off.Berrilyl was too close now, too close."What are you doing?!" I snapped at her, latching onto her arm and yanking her behind me. My grip was firm as my heart still hammered in my chest from the near miss.The rogue
Cage's POVTonight, the air is weighted with unvoiced challenge. I sit at the far edge of Mansion's yard, my body bent and tensed on guard. The torches from behind the stone walls seemed to threaten and would violently hang, casting malicious shadowing alongside me in silence. Miliano stood on my right-hand side, still as a ghoulish smile stretched his tanned skin from nose to neck end."Bring the secret guard and surround the Mansion," I ordered, having my voice drop steady, emotionless when inside me chaos brewed.Miliano nodded profoundly. "Aye." And with that, he turned on his heel and motioned for the men we had trained in secret to take their position. They shifted like ghosts and moved into their positions, efficient but silent; slipping into darkness as if they were spawned from it.Just as we were going to make our move, I felt it, the unnatural shift in the air, followed by the distant yet unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. Lots of them. My instincts screamed a war
Berrilyl's POV I was sitting in my room, my mind spinning from everything Cage had shown me earlier. The pictures, the messages, the so-called evidence. I couldn’t make sense of it. My thoughts were all jumbled, and no matter how hard I tried to push them away, they kept coming back.How could Owen—someone I thought I knew—do something like that? He wouldn’t cheat on me, especially not with someone like that young mistress. And how does Cage have all this evidence? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. It just didn’t add up. But I had no answers, and all I could do was try to sleep and hope my mind would stop racing.I was lost in thought until my eyes started closing up. As soon as I started to drift off, the loud sound of an alarm shattered the silence. My eyes shot open, heart racing. The sound was so harsh, so urgent. Then came the footsteps—the hurried thud of boots across the floor, the sound of people running. My mind couldn’t catch up to what was happening,
Berrilyl's POVI couldn't believe that Cage could still fabricate evidence to fool me. All along, I knew he was clever and knew how to play the game-twisting realities to his advantage-but never did I think he would go that far. It was using my emotions, trust, and vulnerability to his advantage, and it seemed in the worst possible way-a betrayal.I stood there, frozen in absolute disbelief as Cage laid before me what felt like a mountain of photographs, messages, and documents. Overwhelmingly, each bit of "evidence" that he had in his hands seemed to lead me further down the path on which I really did not want to tread. How could he do it? How could he lie to me so in my face, knowing how much I love Owen?A rage bubbled in my chest, and I couldn't hold it inside anymore. "You're lying!" I screamed, my voice cracking. The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but they needed to be said. There was no other way. "You're just trying to manipulate me, Cage. You think I'll believe this garbage
Cage's POVThe next day, I made a maid bring Berrilyl to my chambers. As she entered, I was relieved to see that her complexion was better. The dad's circles under her had faded, and her skin had regained some of its natural glow.I felt glad that she was finally out of being a public slave, even though it was me who turned her into one. The humility from that young mistress annoyed me and it was time to make her pay and maybe make Berrilyl hate her more.But I didn't show my relief; I remained in my usual stoic expression, not wanting to give away concern for her well-being. I had specifically ordered the kitchen not to disturb Berrilyl for a few days, and to just deliver her meals at the appropriate time. She had to gain her strength before she would be able to do anything. I wanted her to rest. What I put her through was hard, not only for her. It was also hard for me to keep her there but sometimes I convinced myself that she deserved it. As u looked at her, I could see the ex