Kelilah's POV
The morning light streamed through my window as I woke up to an empty bed, the silence gnawing at me. I glanced at the clock—damn, I was going to be late.
“Loveth!” I called out, but no response came. A knot of worry tightened in my stomach, but I brushed it off. She’d probably just left early.
Hurriedly, I got dressed and rushed downstairs, still pulling on my shoes.
“Mom, have you seen Loveth?”
She looked up, shrugging.
“Haven’t seen her this morning. She might have gone out early.”
“Okay, I’m running late. I’ll check in with her later!” I bolted out of the door, making it to work with just two minutes to spare. At my desk, Betty greeted me with a broad smile.
“Lovely day off?” she asked.
I nodded, sighing.
“I’d love a week off.”
She chuckled. “Take what you can get.”
Settling in, I rubbed at my temples; a dull ache was already forming, threatening to pull me under.
I pulled out my left over work and started working silently, still try to focus. Until suddenly, I heard footsteps and unwelcoming perfume approaching. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. There was only one person I shared my corner with. Cindy.
“Feels so good to be away from the office,” she murmured as she settled in. “I’d almost forgotten how toxic people here can be.”
The irony of her words struck me, but I held my tongue. The only toxic person here was her, but I will allow her to keep her delusions. Meanwhile, she seemed to get the message that I wasn't going to exchange words with her, so she got busy with her work. At least. I won't have to hear her whine for the meantime
As I settled back into my work, my phone buzzed. It was my mother, her name flashing on the screen.
“Hello, Mom,” I whispered, glancing at Sir Mateo’s office door to make sure he wasn’t around.
“Kelilah, have you spoken to Loveth today? I tried calling, but she’s not answering. Your father wants to discuss something with her. Could you ask her to call back if you reach her?”
"I'm at work mom and I'm not even supposed to be on the phone right now. Keep calling her or text her instead*,
She hesitated. “It’s… important, Kelilah.”
Just then, Mateo’s door creaked open. Quickly, I ended the call, sliding my phone back onto my desk, feeling uneasy. It was really risky to get cut by this silly excuse of a man.
The rest of the morning dragged on, and by lunch, I felt completely drained. I caught sight of Morgan across the cafeteria, and he waved, but I turned away, biting back irritation as I heard quiet laughter from his table.
Just as I sat down, my phone buzzed again—it was Mom. Taking a breath, I picked up.
“Kelilah, I haven’t heard from Loveth,” she said, her voice tinged with worry.
“What do you mean?”
“I even stopped by her office, but no one’s seen her. And her phone isn’t connecting.”
I frowned. “Maybe she’s in a meeting. Or perhaps Juliet or Helen would know where she is?”
“I’ll try calling them,” she replied before hanging up, but her anxiety was contagious, leaving me distracted for the rest of the day.
Sir Mateo had scheduled an important meeting for all staffs of the office. So I was certain I wasn't going home on time today. The meeting lasted for a long while, and I was so exhausted, causing me to slump in my chair.
After the meeting was concluded, I returned to my seat and saw my phone ringing. It was Mom again. But this time I didn't pick it, I just sighed and turned it off. She was panicking for no reason. I wasn't going to pick the call with my boss not inside his office.
The day finally came to an end, and I decided to stop by Loveth’s office before heading home. Her door was locked, and a few of her coworkers were milling around, looking curious.
“Good evening, ma’am,” one of them greeted me with a polite smile. “You didn’t come to work today?”
“Wrong twin,” I corrected, trying to hide my anxiety.
He laughed awkwardly, scratching his head. “Oh, my mistake. But, Is Madam okay? She didn’t come in today.”
My heart skipped a beat. “She… she wasn’t here?”
I tried to shake it off, hoping she was just out on some errand. But the uneasy feeling gnawed at me as I made my way home.
When I entered, I found my parents and some servants in the living room, their faces solemn. Mom’s eyes were red, swollen as though she’d been crying. The air felt thick with unspoken words, and my pulse quickened.
“Mom?”, i called out, rushing over to kneel beside mum.
"Kelilah" mom called out my name as she jumped up as soon as she heard me.
"What's wrong mom. Why are you crying? Where is loveth?" I asked while looking between her and dad for an answer.
My question only made her sob harder and I became scared. Was she hurt? Or... Did they marry her off in my absence…i guessed this was the only val reason i could think of?
"Hope it's not what I'm thinking?”, I said to Mom, and her sobs grew higher.
I was right. Loveth has been married off in my absence.
“But we had a month left, didn't we" I shouted angrily, not waiting for their reponse anymore.
How could they come and claim her before the givetime. I didn't even get the chance to see her. How could they do this to me. I couldn't stop the tears from falling from my eyes.
"And you just let them claim her. You allowed them to claim your daughter against her will" I screamed angrily at my parents.
“Princess.." mother held my arm, but I pulled away roughly and stomped to Loveth’s room.
On getting there, I opened her wardrobe and discovered that some of her clothes were gone from the wardrobe. Stunned, I fell to my knees and sobbed harder, why Mom came closer to me and wrapped her arms around me.
“She’s not… claimed, Kelilah,” Mom murmured, her voice breaking.
My tears stopped in an ongoing instant. My rage stilled, confusion taking its place
She hasn't been claimed yet? So why were they moody then?.
"Then where is she? And why is her wardrobe half-empty?”
Mom’s silence stretched, tears streaming down her cheeks. Whatever words she struggled to say weighed heavy, too crushing to speak.
"Mom talk to me" I yelled impatiently.
"She's gone, Kelilah”
"Gone? Gone to where if I may ask”,
At this point, my heart was beating so quick. I had one answer hovering in my mind, but I completely rescued to believe it. I maybe having the wrong imagination right now
Just when I thought I was thinking rubbish, mother spoke.
Her gaze dropped, lips trembling as fresh tears welled in her eyes.
"Loveth ran away”.
KELILAH'S POV“You’re speaking nonsense, Mom. Loveth would never do that,” I said, shaking my head as disbelief settled in.“I’m serious, Kelilah. She even left a note,” Mom replied, pointing to a small slip of paper on the bed. Despite her insistence, I refused to look at it. Loveth wouldn’t just vanish like that. If she were planning something, she would have told me. I had even brought up the idea last night, but she hadn’t seemed interested. So why would she suddenly go through with it?“No!” I cried, rushing out of the house with my phone in hand, dialing her number repeatedly. Each attempt met the same response—her phone wasn’t connecting. Frustration overwhelmed me as I stood outside her office building, hoping that in any second she’d appear. Hours slipped by, and the silence of my long wait grew heavy. Desperation took over, and I started calling her friends, voice shaky as I choked back tears. I was already a weeping mess."Hello. Tyra, how are you doing" I asked as I wipe
Kelilah’s POVDays had slipped through my fingers, and my vow to locate Loveth remained a haunting failure. With each passing sunrise, the reality of my predicament pressed down on me: only a few weeks remained before the kingdom of Bazil would come to claim their bride. And Loveth was still missing. The gnawing fear that I’d be forced into the marriage as her replacement settled heavily on me.Now I understood why I was always the "spare."The weight of this arranged marriage bore down on me like a boulder, unrelenting and cold. I needed an escape plan—something, anything, to release me from this fate. Tyra came to mind. She’d always been my fiercest ally, and if anyone could help me devise a way out, it would be her.I met her that evening, spilling my thoughts as she listened. But before I could fully explain, my phone buzzed insistently in my bag. I glanced down and saw Jackson’s name glaring back at me.“It’s Jackson,” I murmured, half to myself.Tyra rolled her eyes, her express
KELILAH'S POV I groaned, my head pounding as I slowly opened my eyes. I was lying on a familiar couch, the soft glow of early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Blinking to clear the fog from my vision, I realized I was back in Tyra’s house. Confusion filled me, but before I could gather my thoughts, I saw Tyra standing nearby, my face tight with worry.“How are you feeling?” Tyra asked softly, stepping closer.I forced myself to sit up, my body still heavy and sore. “What... what happened?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.Tyra took a deep breath, her gaze steady but laced with concern. “I’m sorry, Kelilah. I had to knock you out. It was the only way I could get you out of there safely.”My eyes widened. “Why? What were you even doing there?”Tyra sat beside me, her expression growing serious. “On my way back home, I saw a group of men. They had your picture in hand, Kelilah. I overheard them talking about abducting you, and I tried calling, but your line wasn’t
LOVETH'S POVI was terrified to make a sound, so I remained silent, listening intently until the footsteps faded. Only then did I let out a small, shaky breath.The ceiling above me started to tremble, and the light bulb hanging from it began to swing violently, casting erratic shadows across the cell. A loud crash of metal reverberated through the room, followed by a woman's bone-chilling scream, slicing through the silence and filling me with dread. Then came the sound of laughter—deep, twisted, and dripping with sadism.The relentless noise frayed my nerves until I couldn’t bear it any longer. In frustration, I rose to my feet and began shouting."Let me out!" I yelled, rattling the bars with all my strength, but they were solid, unyielding."Don't waste your energy," came a voice from behind me, calm and unsettling.I whipped around, my gaze falling on a girl crouched in the corner. She was casually inspecting her fingernails as if this was all perfectly normal."Even if someone h
LOVETH'S POV "You...what?...How?...Why?" The questions stuck in my throat, twisted and tangled, refusing to form.He yanked me up by my arms, snapping metal cuffs around my wrists. His grip was unyielding, dragging me forward, every step scraping my feet against the rough floor. My heart hammered. I don't really know what Kyle was doing here. And it's not as if I had any business with him. I have only seen him along with some inspectors whenever they pay a visit to the palace. So what was he doing to me?.Through the murky shadows, the only thing I could make out were rows of silver bars. "Where are you taking me?" I screamed, my voice cracking as tears traced down my cheeks. But he ignored me, his face a mask of indifference as he led me up a rickety staircase. He pushed open a narrow hatch above us, revealing an opulent house bathed in light, its grandeur stark against the darkness we'd come from.Without hesitation, he dragged me up another flight of stairs and shoved open a doo
LOVETH'S POVI bolted for the door, but he was faster. Before I could reach it, his hands closed around me, yanking me back toward the center of the room with an iron grip."You made her suffer" he said, circling me with cold fury.A loud clang echoed as a chain dropped from the ceiling. Panic flooded my veins, but when I tried to pull free, he slapped me across the face with a vicious precision that sent me to the floor, stinging pain radiating from my cheek. I could already feel a bruise forming. He hauled me up roughly, clamped the cuffs onto the chain, and raised me until my toes barely scraped the ground."I'm giving you a chance to talk. Tell me where her body is, and this ends now." His voice was sharp, deadly."I don't know" I choked out, my voice breaking as the tears fell.But my words seemed to mean nothing. I didn't even know who this woman was, let alone what had happened to her. Yet his face remained impassive, as if my suffering was some necessary ritual."You won't en
SANDRINO’S POVI brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, my fingers trembling against my will. She was breathtaking—fragile yet alluring in a way I couldn’t quite articulate. Her scent was intoxicating, igniting something primal deep within me. My wolf stirred, restless, urging me to shift and claim her, but I fought it. I always had control. Always.The door creaked open, breaking the spell. I pulled away sharply as Nathan entered, his usual unreadable expression in place. He glanced at her battered form with clinical detachment, which I appreciated. I wasn’t in the mood for his unsolicited commentary.“Her pulse is weak,” he said flatly. “And she’s pale. Too pale.”A growl rumbled in my throat. “Then fix it. That’s why I called for you.”Nathan’s gaze didn’t waver. “There’s not much I can do. The injuries are severe. She’s lost too much blood. If I’m being honest, Alpha, she might not make it through the night.”His words hit me like a blow, but I masked my reaction with fury. “D
Loveth’s POVA low groan escaped my lips as I stirred, my body heavy with exhaustion. Stretching my limbs, I expected the soft comfort of a bed beneath me, but my hand scraped against a rough, unyielding stone. My eyes flew open. I was back in the cell, my reality stark and unforgiving.The faint, soothing sound of a song reached my ears. I turned my head to see the girl in the corner, her voice hauntingly beautiful as it echoed off the cold walls. For a moment, I wondered if everything I had experienced—the whipping, the bandages, the fleeting comfort of a bed—had been a cruel dream. But no, I remembered too much. Every lash, every moment of terror, was etched vividly in my mind. My imagination wasn’t that cruel.I wondered how many days I have spent here. Three? No, it felt like forever. What was Kelilah doing and would she be able to find me? Were they even searching for me? Do they even know that I have been abducted, instead of the assumption of running away?I forced myself to s
**SANDRINO’S POV**I dropped the last paper from the stack onto my desk, the clutter mirroring the chaos in my mind. Standing, I crossed the room to the window and stared out, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. My wolf clawed at the mental barrier I had set up, his growls reverberating through my thoughts, demanding freedom. But I wouldn't relent. I couldn’t. He wanted me to go after her. The human. The one who—despite her frailty—had managed to carve her mark into us. He wanted to protect her, to keep her close. Her stupid disadvantage of the mark.It was as if my wolf had forgotten.Forgotten that she was the reason our sister was gone.The reminder sliced through me like a blade. My wolf’s instincts were betraying us both, shackled by the bond she’d forced upon us. I slammed my palms against the cold steel bars of the window, my frustration simmering. We should have left her to rot in the dungeon, extracting every ounce of truth until she confessed to her crimes and reveale
**LOVETH'S POV*It took a week for me to adjust to the rhythm of my duties, sneaking in quick meals between chores while avoiding unnecessary attention. Pamela, ever watchful, seemed to know everything that went on in the palace, though she hadn’t confronted me directly. Maybe she didn’t care, or maybe she found amusement in my struggles. Either way, her silence felt more ominous than her words ever could.The other maids, however, were relentless. Their bullying began subtly—a shoulder bump here, a mumbled insult there. At first, they masked their cruelty with feigned accidents or muttered apologies. But as days turned into weeks, their actions grew bolder. Shoves turned into slaps, and whispers became open mockery. They took pleasure in reminding me of my place: “Humans are at the bottom.” That mantra echoed through the halls like a sinister lullaby.I tried to avoid them, skipping meals and working tirelessly to keep out of their way. But no matter how hard I tried, it seemed impos
**LOVETH'S POV*It took a week for me to adjust to the rhythm of my duties, sneaking in quick meals between chores while avoiding unnecessary attention. Pamela, ever watchful, seemed to know everything that went on in the palace, though she hadn’t confronted me directly. Maybe she didn’t care, or maybe she found amusement in my struggles. Either way, her silence felt more ominous than her words ever could.The other maids, however, were relentless. Their bullying began subtly—a shoulder bump here, a mumbled insult there. At first, they masked their cruelty with feigned accidents or muttered apologies. But as days turned into weeks, their actions grew bolder. Shoves turned into slaps, and whispers became open mockery. They took pleasure in reminding me of my place: “Humans are at the bottom.” That mantra echoed through the halls like a sinister lullaby.I tried to avoid them, skipping meals and working tirelessly to keep out of their way. But no matter how hard I tried, it seemed impos
Loveth's POVI had no idea what time it was when I finally finished scrubbing and cleaning the tiny room. Exhaustion coursed through me, making it a challenge to even remain standing. The mattress had been unsalvageable—soaked and reeking of a stench I could barely tolerate. I dragged it out and resigned myself to sleeping on the cold, hard floor.Lying there, my body ached, and I knew the following day would bring even more pain. This wasn’t ideal, but it was all I had. Sitting upright all night wasn’t an option, and the stern woman who brought me here had made it clear I was to sleep inside this miserable space. Despite my exhaustion, my thoughts raced.How had I ended up in such a nightmare? These people didn’t even know me, yet they were so convinced I was the murderer they were searching for. None of this made sense. And then a name flashed in my mind, jolting me upright.Kelilah.My twin sister. My identical twin. I just remembered I had a twin. Could they have confused me for h
LOVETH'S POVMy body trembled uncontrollably, fear rippling through me under the weight of his cold, unrelenting glare. His eyes burned with such hatred that I wished I could vanish, dissolve into nothingness, and escape his wrath. But wishes were futile here, and the terror in his voice pinned me in place."Are you ready to talk now?" His tone was devoid of any warmth, a frozen blade slicing through the air."I..." My voice cracked, barely a whisper, betraying the turmoil inside me.I wanted to plead my case, to find the words that might shield me, but his stare was suffocating. His presence loomed large as he rose from his chair, and instinctively, I stepped back, colliding with the quard stationed behind me. The guard’s grip tightened painfully on my arm, and I gasped, wincing.The alpha growled-a low, menacing Sound that sent a chill through the room. The guard's hand immediately released me as if burned. Was the growl meant for me or the guard? I couldn't be sure, but it didn't m
Loveth’s POVA low groan escaped my lips as I stirred, my body heavy with exhaustion. Stretching my limbs, I expected the soft comfort of a bed beneath me, but my hand scraped against a rough, unyielding stone. My eyes flew open. I was back in the cell, my reality stark and unforgiving.The faint, soothing sound of a song reached my ears. I turned my head to see the girl in the corner, her voice hauntingly beautiful as it echoed off the cold walls. For a moment, I wondered if everything I had experienced—the whipping, the bandages, the fleeting comfort of a bed—had been a cruel dream. But no, I remembered too much. Every lash, every moment of terror, was etched vividly in my mind. My imagination wasn’t that cruel.I wondered how many days I have spent here. Three? No, it felt like forever. What was Kelilah doing and would she be able to find me? Were they even searching for me? Do they even know that I have been abducted, instead of the assumption of running away?I forced myself to s
SANDRINO’S POVI brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, my fingers trembling against my will. She was breathtaking—fragile yet alluring in a way I couldn’t quite articulate. Her scent was intoxicating, igniting something primal deep within me. My wolf stirred, restless, urging me to shift and claim her, but I fought it. I always had control. Always.The door creaked open, breaking the spell. I pulled away sharply as Nathan entered, his usual unreadable expression in place. He glanced at her battered form with clinical detachment, which I appreciated. I wasn’t in the mood for his unsolicited commentary.“Her pulse is weak,” he said flatly. “And she’s pale. Too pale.”A growl rumbled in my throat. “Then fix it. That’s why I called for you.”Nathan’s gaze didn’t waver. “There’s not much I can do. The injuries are severe. She’s lost too much blood. If I’m being honest, Alpha, she might not make it through the night.”His words hit me like a blow, but I masked my reaction with fury. “D
LOVETH'S POVI bolted for the door, but he was faster. Before I could reach it, his hands closed around me, yanking me back toward the center of the room with an iron grip."You made her suffer" he said, circling me with cold fury.A loud clang echoed as a chain dropped from the ceiling. Panic flooded my veins, but when I tried to pull free, he slapped me across the face with a vicious precision that sent me to the floor, stinging pain radiating from my cheek. I could already feel a bruise forming. He hauled me up roughly, clamped the cuffs onto the chain, and raised me until my toes barely scraped the ground."I'm giving you a chance to talk. Tell me where her body is, and this ends now." His voice was sharp, deadly."I don't know" I choked out, my voice breaking as the tears fell.But my words seemed to mean nothing. I didn't even know who this woman was, let alone what had happened to her. Yet his face remained impassive, as if my suffering was some necessary ritual."You won't en
LOVETH'S POV "You...what?...How?...Why?" The questions stuck in my throat, twisted and tangled, refusing to form.He yanked me up by my arms, snapping metal cuffs around my wrists. His grip was unyielding, dragging me forward, every step scraping my feet against the rough floor. My heart hammered. I don't really know what Kyle was doing here. And it's not as if I had any business with him. I have only seen him along with some inspectors whenever they pay a visit to the palace. So what was he doing to me?.Through the murky shadows, the only thing I could make out were rows of silver bars. "Where are you taking me?" I screamed, my voice cracking as tears traced down my cheeks. But he ignored me, his face a mask of indifference as he led me up a rickety staircase. He pushed open a narrow hatch above us, revealing an opulent house bathed in light, its grandeur stark against the darkness we'd come from.Without hesitation, he dragged me up another flight of stairs and shoved open a doo