CHAPTER FIFTY: Deserted Room.

“Why would he want to hurt me?” I ask as I scurry closer to Roman.

Roman pulls me into him, placing my head on his chest. “I don't know, princess. Don't worry your pretty little head over all this, I promise to keep you safe, but you have to let me.”

I heave a huge sigh of relief at his promise. I can at least accept that Roman makes me feel safe.

But— could it be that his father is also the one behind the notes?

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ROMAN'S POV

“Oh my gosh, we are late!” Aella says scrambling off the bed.

I look at the little bedside clock and sigh heavily. “We are not late, princess. You are not going to work today.” I say, drinking in the marvellous sight that is her beautiful face.

She looks like she is about to argue but a look flashes across her face and she chooses to remain silent. I'm pretty sure her near death experience of yesterday has a huge hand in her compliance.

At that thought, I feel my hands clench tightly into a fist. I really do hope my father is not responsible f