MOVING ON.

“Stop making it sound so easy,” Carmine stated, and what did he mean by that?

Gérard laughed. “I said what I said, and no one should stop me. You should also think about yourself as well.”

Carmine frowned. “And what was that supposed to mean?”

“Face reality,” Gérard said without looking back at us. “Later.” He uttered and walked out on us, and from that day on, he seriously avoided me, and I didn’t know what to do.

I became lost, unsure of the next direction to take, after I ran away from Carmine, ignoring him no matter how many times he called after me.

I didn’t want to speak to him or anyone else. I was just down and devastated, waking up early in the morning, going to school, coming back to the clan, and walking straight to my room.

That became my routine; I didn’t want to talk to anyone, and after what Gérard did to me, I became a hopeless puppy.

Rumours out of the blue spread all over the palace about how Gérard and I were spotted kissing at the Pleasure House.

I was dumbf