Chapter 60: In his grasp once again"Stop! Let go of me!" Isabel's voice echoed through the corridor, choked with fear and desperation.Lucian's grip tightened around her arm like an iron vice as he continued dragging her towards his chambers. Isabel stumbled on the uneven floor, her heart pounding with terror. With a sudden jolt, she fell to her knees, the impact sending a sharp pain through her. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, overwhelmed by helplessness."Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "let me go. Give me back my child!"Lucian remained unmoved, his expression cold and resolute. He tightened his hold on her arm, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. "You dare carry another man's child? I will not let him near you ever again!"Isabel gasped, fear and defiance mingling in her eyes as she struggled against his grasp. "No! Liam needs me. Let me go! Where are you taking him?!"Ignoring her pleas, Lucian roughly pulled her to her feet and c
Chapter 61: The Royal Family ReunitedLucian stood in the doorway while his eyes are fixed on the young boy seated on the edge of the bed. Despite Liam's confusion of what was happening around him, the boy still seemed calm, his wide eyes . Lucian felt an inexplicable connection to the child, a strange sense of admiration that he couldn't quite place.The moment he saw Liam back at the village, he had been mesmerized by the boy's striking blue eyes, a vivid reminder of the first time he saw Isabel. Those eyes, so similar to hers, had caught him off guard. Yet, unlike Isabel's golden locks, Liam's hair was dark, likely inherited from his father. Yet again, the thought of Isabel having someone else's child angered him once more, but despite his fury, he couldn't bring himself to direct it at the boy.Suddenly, Liam stood up, bowing slightly as he greeted Lucian with an unexpected level of reverence. "Your Majesty," he said in a clear, steady voice.Lucian's eyes narrowed slightly, intri
Chapter 62: Divide and conquer"Mother!" Liam cried, reaching out for her. Lucian carefully set him down, and the boy who have missed his mother dearly immediately ran into Isabel's arms, clinging to her tightly.Isabel hugged him as her tears began streaming down her face. "Liam, my little baby," she whispered, holding him close. Lucian watched the reunion with an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. He had expected relief, perhaps even satisfaction, but instead, he felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability."Liam, would you like something to eat or drink?" Lucian asked, attempting to coo the child that alarmed Isabel somehow.The boy looked up at his mother, then back at Lucian. "Your Majesty, I only want to stay with my mother," he said softly and politely.Lucian nodded, understanding the boy's need for his mother. "Very well," he said. "You can stay here with her." He glanced at Isabel. "If there's anything you need, just let the guards know."Isabel's expression hardened. "You'
Chapter 63: The Dead Boy's MotherLucian's voice echoed inside the room as he called out for his guards."Take this boy away!” he commanded out of anger as his men immediately made their way to take Liam out of the room."Don't hurt him! No! Liam!" Isabel cried out, trying to reach her son as he was being taken away. Liam cried out to his mother, his voice filled with fear and desperation."Mother! Please, help me!" Liam's small voice echoed in the room, his eyes wide with terror as the guards pulled him away."Take him to the dungeon with his father!" Lucian added, his voice cold and resolute.Isabel's heart shattered at those words. She fell to her knees, her hands reaching out in a desperate plea. “Please, no! Not Liam! He’s just a child! Don’t do this, Lucian, I beg you!”Lucian’s face remained impassive, though a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. “You have defied me, Isabel. This is the consequence of your actions.”She crawled towards Lucian, tears streami
Chapter 1: Dear MotherThe kingdom of Montebello awoke under a sky streaked with the hues of dawn. The golden light spilled into the busy slums where Isabel lived. As she completed her daily household chores, the warm morning sun touched her pale skin and her icy blue eyes sparkled with every splash of water as she stomped on the fabrics soaking in the wooden basin.Despite her humble beginnings, Isabel embraced her life with gratitude, which was a fruition to the lessons her mother had imparted. Although Isabel was uneducated, she was wise enough to find joy in the simple things and never grumbled about their status in society’s hierarchy. Her appreciation for her mother's sacrifices was boundless that she often expressed it in songs of love and gratitude during times of scarcity.Her father was a subject shrouded in silence. A past her mother never spoke of, and Isabel never pressed. She understood enough to harbor a deep, personal hatred for the pain her existence had caused her mo
Chapter 2: A Daughter's HeartIsabel who was ever observant, notices the weariness etched in her mother's eyes."Did you manage any rest at work?" Isabel inquired, her voice laced with concern."Very little," Teressa admitted, "but I don’t mind. It is heartening to witness such joy and celebration."Isabel nodded and felt relieved that her mother found comfort to her hard work. "I finished the laundry and tidied up. Mrs. Hawthorne stopped by with fresh bread.""That was kind of her," Teressa said with her eyes brightening. "Mrs. Hawthorne always looks out for us.""Indeed," Isabel agreed. "She also gave me some advice on mending clothes. I believe I am improving."Teressa smiled, gently squeezing Isabel’s hand. "You are doing wonderfully, Isabel. I am immensely proud of you."Isabel blushed. "Thank you, Mother. I just want to ease your burdens.""You do more than enough," Teressa assured her. "I am grateful every day for you. How was your day, dear?""It was good. Busy, but I like to
Chapter 3: Mrs. Hawthorne the kind soulIsabel returned from another long day of searching for work, but nobody seemed willing to hire someone like her who is skilled only in household chores. Downhearted, she trudged home with the burdens of rejection slumped on her shoulders.As the late afternoon shadows began to lengthen, Isabel decided to visit the small clinic where her mother had been temporarily confined. She took a deep breath and smiled, hoping to bring some comfort and cheer to Teressa.Isabel entered her mother’s room quietly with the soft rustling of her skirts the only sound. Teressa stirred as her eyes opened slowly. She immediately shifted and smiled to the sight of her daughter.“Good evening, Mother,” Isabel whispered, leaning down to kiss Teressa’s forehead.Teressa spoke weakly. “Good evening, my dear. How did your day fare?”“I managed,” Isabel replied in her gentle voice. “How do you feel?”“A bit better,” Teressa said, her voice still frail. “But very tired.”Is
Chapter 4: Isabel's Journey to the PalaceIsabel's POVThe next morning, I woke early and dressed carefully. I chose my best attire and packed my few belongings into a small bundle. Today was the day I would travel to the palace, carrying the letter that could change mine and my mother’s lives.With my bundle in hand, I made my way to the small clinic where my mother was recovering. As I approached the room, I saw Mrs. Hawthorne already there, attending to mother with her usual kindness.Despite all the hardships we had faced, I couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming gratitude. Even in these dire circumstances, we were blessed to have people like Mrs. Hawthorne who cared about us and were willing to help.“Good morning,” I greeted softly, stepping inside.Mrs. Hawthorne looked up and smiled warmly. “Good morning, Isabel. You look ready for your journey.”“I am,” I replied, though my voice trembled slightly. I turned to my mother, who was sitting up in bed, looking stronger than befor