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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Author: Sparrow
last update Last Updated: 2022-02-05 12:24:56

I lay awake the whole night thinking about Alaric who is somewhere in or probably out of the palace. The warning bell hadn't sounded so I'm assuming he's out of the dungeon and maybe sightseeing around the palace walls. Surprisingly, his presence hasn't given me second thoughts on marrying Roman.

That should mean something right?

It was probably because I got used to being used by all the people around me. Or maybe because deep down I know even if I'm slowly falling for Roman Hernandez I would still use him to gain my freedom.

The thought of using Roman for my own gain despite all the good things he has done to me sent me into nausea. Guilt. Suddenly, I feel guilty. I feel guilty not because I'm using him to escape from this place but because I felt like I cheated on him with Alaric which is ridiculous. We didn't do anything and besides, I did not agree not will I, to meet him in my private chambers. He had done it of his own free will.

But why it does fe

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