The Present Time.“You aren’t going to answer the question?” Raul noticed that Leonard's facial features had hardened again. Well, it was to be expected. He thought, letting out a weary sigh. “I am not calling for her help, Leonard. I am sure you know that.” A tense silence, after which Leonard chuckled darkly. “I knew, but I had still thought to ask. Dumb right? Wishing that you would probably get down the high horse and ask for help. Maybe then you will see that she is not as evil as you think.” Raul scoffed. “Why are you so obsessed with your first cousin? Isn’t the relationship abominable? What about your mate? Have you bothered searching for her? Why are you so hung on a woman that doesn’t care about you?” Leonard gritted his teeth, then stood up from his seat, as if to leave.“What? Discussing it makes you uncomfortable?” Raul taunted, riding on the waves of aggression.Leonard chuckled again. “You are really clueless, aren’t you? I actually pity Olivera.” Raul hit the ta
Olivera's heart felt like a heavy stone in her chest as she sat by Raul's bedside, watching him in his coma. A whirlwind of emotions tore through her, each one vying for dominance in her already overwhelmed mind.Guilt gnawed at her relentlessly, a constant reminder of the harsh words she had spoken to him moments before he slipped into unconsciousness. She replayed their discussion over and over in her mind, each word a dagger stabbing at her conscience. If only she had been kinder, if only she had just listened and kept her opinions to herself, perhaps things would be different now.Regret washed over her in waves, threatening to drown her in its suffocating embrace. She wished she could turn back time, go back to that moment and choose her words more carefully. But she knew that was impossible, and the weight of her mistakes pressed down on her like a crushing burden.Fear gripped her heart in icy fingers, squeezing until she could barely breathe. The thought of losing Raul, of nev
Olivera sighed wearily as she dropped on the bed with a soft thud, aware of Vee stepping into the room, and shutting the door after him. “He will be fine, Olivera. Nick had mentioned so. I checked him myself, and he would be fine. And don’t blame yourself, you weren’t at fault.” Olivera shook her head, sitting up on the bed. “Probably, but I am sure that our last conversation was part of the things that had put him in that state. You heard what Nick said. He is in a coma. We are not sure when he is waking up. What if…” Olivera lifted her hands as she spoke and let it fall again, tears beginning to fall from her eyes for the umpteenth time since the news. “He will wake up, Olivera. I have a feeling that he will be better when he wakes up, his memories and all, including the truth about his mother’s departure.” Olivvera flunked her hands. “That’s what I am talking about. I had been part of it. I had caused him to go into an induced sleepy state!” “To remember, Olivera. If I should
Olivera was staring at the grandfather’s clock which read eleven pm, but her thoughts kept roaming around the pale state of Raul, and the entirety of what she was. It was barely five minutes after Vee had left her to herself, and Olivera would be lying if she said that it didn’t scare her. A lot of things could go wrong in five minutes. A knock on her door startled her, and she quickly sat up on the bed. The knock sounded again, when silence continued to reign in the room. “Come in…” Olivera said unsurely, aware of the erratic beating of her heart when Seth came in.Seth, who had taunted her. Seth, who had almost raped her. Seth, who had abused her with his hands.Olivera's heart plummeted as Seth stepped into her room to serve as her guard. The air grew thick with tension, suffocating her as memories of their past encounters flooded her mind.She remembered the cruel taunts, the mocking laughter that had echoed in the room when Seth crossed her path. The wounds of his words and
Olivera's mind buzzed with a cacophony of thoughts as she stepped into the secret room further, seeking solace amidst the chaos that consumed her thoughts, especially when she found nothing at first, nothing that would make a noise. Her mate's condition weighed heavily on her heart, each breath a struggle as she grappled with the uncertainty of what lay ahead.As she wandered deeper into the room, her eyes scanning the shelves and tables for any sign of a clue, she paused in her tracks, her gaze drawn to a mesmerizing sight. Floating just a few feet above the ground was a portal, its swirling colors casting an ethereal glow that bathed the room in an otherworldly light.The portal shimmered with hues of cerulean blue and emerald green, each hue dancing and melding into the next in a mesmerizing display of magic. Olivera couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the beauty and mystery of the swirling vortex before her.Could this be it? Could this be what had made the noise that she
One Hour Later.Olivera's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the harsh light as she found herself lying on a soft bed. Confusion washed over her as she tried to piece together what had happened. How had she ended up here? And where was she?As she sat up, her head swimming with dizziness, a wave of disorientation washed over her. The room spun around her, making her feel nauseous and disoriented. She reached out to steady herself, her fingers trembling as they grasped at the sheets beneath her."What's going on?" She muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, fragments of memories and half-formed questions swirling in her mind. She tried to recall the events that had led her here, but her memories were hazy and indistinct.With a shaky breath, Olivera forced herself to focus, pushing aside the fog of confusion that clouded her mind. She needed to figure out where she was and how she had ended up here. But as she glanced around the room,
Olivera felt a surge of disbelief wash over her. She couldn't comprehend why a powerful witch like Miriam would need her assistance. After all, Olivera was just coming to know her own abilities. Of what use was she to someone who had been training for years?The idea of a witch needing help was baffling to Olivera. She struggled to make sense of it all. Raul’s mother was still alive? She was in danger? However, how could the woman be in danger if Miriam possessed such extraordinary powers? Wasn't magic supposed to protect them from harm?Despite her confusion, Olivera couldn't ignore the desperation in Miriam's eyes. She could sense the sincerity in her plea, and it tugged at her heartstrings. Maybe there was more to this situation than met the eye. Could it be that Miriam had been under the thumb of someone for the longest while?“What’s wrong with your mother?”That was the question she finally settled on, after much mental rambling on which question or statement to make first.“She
Flashback-15 years ago. Ten-year-old Miriam jumped up and down the bushy path that led to her house, humming and abnormal tune, whilst her little mind wondered what her carer would prepare for the night. Her carer. Miriam didn't know how they had they crossed paths, but one thing she was sure of, was that she wasn't a favourite to the woman. Miriam wasn't sure if it was because she had lost her memories from growing up. She clutched the grocery bag in her hand tightly, knowing that she couldn't afford for the produce in it, to fall to the ground. The eggs will get broken, and the woman would end up messing with her head again. Miriam didn't know what exactly, or how exactly the woman did it, but she knew that her mind never remained the same after the woman would hold her head in a skeptic way, and don the blank expression. Quick! She muttered to herself, increasing her jumping and walking pace. At a time, she started running through the path, for fear of snakes sneaking u