ETHAN'S POVIf what I did was right, why do I feel like my world crashed on a rock and shattered into pieces? Something good on the inside feels like it's fading away and when it's done I will be left cold and broken.As far as I am concerned my mate deserved the sentence I gave her. Is there another fitting punishment for someone that has taken three lives other than execution? I killed three innocent men to protect her just because she was acting like an innocent victim that needed help. I don't see a reason to regret sending her to prison or declaring that she should have her life taken. I will not change a thing no matter how enormous this undeserved pain gets."Mate bonds are crazy things. Your mate can be a witch and your heart will still desire to love her." Mother says in snotty voice. "It's unfair that you're hurting because of that wretched thing. But that could be because she is alive and extremely scared. Once she dies your heart will be freed to love someone else." She ad
EMMA'S POVTwo men in guard's uniform walk into the room and halt a step away from me. They too glare down at me just like everyone I have met in this Kingdom has done so far."She looks cold and sick. How could King Ethan's mate be so weak?" One asks with pursed lips."Because she was meant to die. She is awful in every way." The other answers, equally displeased. "Take her to the cafeteria and get her little food to keep her alive. She will spend the rest of the day working." The taller guard orders his partner in an authoritative tone and immediately turns to leave."Yes, sir." The other man replies, leans down and grabs me by the collar of my big dress. I shriek in pain as he pulls me up to my feet with just a quick jerk of his hand. I stumble all around while he tries to make me stand steady."You're so damn useless!" He curses after running out of patience. "He angrily marches towards the door while pulling me like a sack behind him. Once again, I am forced to ignore the pain an
EMMA'S POV"You'll need the energy to make it through the work they will give you." She insists. "I heard the head of the guards say that you'll be overworked because you disrespected King Ethan's girlfriend."I shrug my shoulders. "Yeah . . . but yI will still be fine." I reply, knowing that I don't really care what happens to my life anymore. I will be a corpse after fourteen days, there is no use to be afraid of being overworked, after all the worse they can do is kill me."I . . . am sorry that they are going to take your life." She stutters uncomfortably. "I know they said that you're a murderer, but you look like a kind person to me. I mean . . . you don't have a villainous face. My assumption is that you killed to protect yourself and no one understands." She adds, giving me a sympathetic look.I want to tell her that I didn't kill anyone, but I realize that it won't change a thing. So I just nod my head."I know it won't make you feel better, but you won't die for nothing. You
ETHAN'S POVJason sets down the bags of clothes on the table beside the bed and makes his way out of the room. He has never taken interest in welcoming any other person into this palace before. But I guess Tracy is always an exception regardless of who is involved. "Your personal servants will take care of arranging the clothes. There is no need for you to tire yourself." Jason halts to say with a gentle smile. "Thanks so much. I am already feeling like I am home, your Highness." She humbly bows her head which makes Jason chuckle. "You're part of our family now, there is no need for you to show this respects. You can address me as Jason from now on." He says and shakes her hand. She smile back and he turns to leave. I take Tracy's hand and lead her into her room. She smiles seductively as she takes a seat on the bed and her short dress rides up higher. She doesn't seem fazed by the amount of provocative skin left uncovered by the thin fabric as she carries on to lay down on her b
EMMA'S POVI have never worked in a farm before, it's more strenuous and punishing than cleaning floors or washing bundles of dirty clothes. I am already regretting having not taken the piece of bread my my only friend here offered in the morning. If I had eaten it I would probably have the energy to keep pullingthe ten foot long sack that is now almost full of cotton balls.The sun is about to set and we have barely harvested half of the massive farm. I imagine none of us is an expert in cotton picking. My hands are already bloody from being scratched by the sharp spikes of cotton plants.We haven't been allowed a minute to rest since we entered the field with the long sacks tied to our waists with long ropes. I have been tagging it along throughout the day and it gets more and more heavier as I toss more Cotton inside. At least they gave me a pair of old boots to wear otherwise my feet would be bleeding as well.Not everyone is as tired as me however, except those that are sick. Th
EMMA'S POVI was expecting to wake up in a quiet, dark world of the dead. But angry voices of guards welcome me back to the mean world of the living."We saved her! There is no need to bother King Ethan." A female voice announces and a series of deep sighs follow."If she had died he would have thought that we killed her intentionally. It's safer to let him know that she attempted suicide so that we don't carry the blame if it happens again." A man's voice replies. Guess I didn't succeed in killing myself, and King Ethan is going to know. How could they have possibly saved me? I thought I was dead the moment my body hit the floor. Now all the injured parts ache. I didn't escape from pain or distress, I found more of them both by failing the simple task of taking my own life. I blink my eyes open and meet the stern face of the woman bandaging my wounds. Two guards and their bossy superior stand a step away watching."The vixen is awake. You can take her back to her cell." The woman s
EMMA'S POVLilian catches me before I hit the ground. "Thanks." I mutter to my friend trying to find my balance and stand on my own."You should take a seat." She urges, motioning me to sit on the edge of the small bed where her sick little brother is laying, unmoving. He looks like a cute boy despite his skinny form. He huffs and puffs heavily like he is having difficulties breathing. "I know you tried to kill yourself to save him." Lilian says in a worried tone. "I knew you have a kind heart the moment I saw your face. But I didn't think you would be so selfless as to take your own life for a stranger you hadn't met yet."I don't respond, feeling too tired and in pain to engage in a conversation. She sighs and shakes her head before helping me get to the bed and sit down on the edge. After taking a few deep breaths reach out a hand and touch the sick boy's thin neck to feel his pulse. It's not far from fading away completely. My eyes sting with fresh tears as I realize that I fai
ETHAN'S POVTracy woke up early to prepare a luscious breakfast for me and my family like we are the guests here. Apparently she is still working hard to prove herself in every possible way despite our best efforts to make her feel at home.My family has never looked happier or more united. Seems like the idea of me dying to lift the curse had depressed them more than I bothered to realize. I never thought that the absence of that burden would transform my family into a likable group of beaming faces. They can't see the anguish behind my forced smile. I pretend that everything is okay, but my heart is still drowning in unnecessary distress, and it hurts more than yesterday. I had not taken this pain into account when I made harsh decisions to punish my mate for her wicked lies and hideous acts. I swore not to change a thing worse this disheartening distress gets. Hopefully my heart will have the strength to heal after her death."Ethan promised to marry me after the curse is lifted.