The world skittered to a halt. Evelyn’s body was paralyzed again. This always happened when she heard this name. When it came to that man, her fear always got the better of her.“Princess!” the maid grabbed onto her shoulders and had to shake her firmly for her to come back to her senses.Evelyn whipped her head to look at Michael, clenching her fists to stop her fingers from shaking. She could not show him this cowering side of her anymore. Unlike her, who was almost being rendered useless by her panic and fear, Michael was calm and unbothered as he leaned there, his position not moving from before. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it close again even before a word managed to get past her lips.She was about to beg him to take her away. She wanted to tell him they should leave this place together or at least have him just escort her out of the palace to a safer place that Brandon could not reach. But then she remembered—she could not ask anything from this man. She must not beg
Inside the king’s study.“Your Majesty, Mr. Haze’s men are already searching through the entire palace.” The servant reported. “He’s on his way here too.”“How pathetic. He’s free to search your palace even without the actual owner’s permission? You are the king, but this Brandon guy acts like he owns this place.” Alexander commented as he watched the ruckus down below. He was swirling his red wine in a tulip glass as he looked through the window overlooking the massive garden.King Markus was on the couch, his head bowed down low. His shoulders were slumped, and the entire aura around him seemed defeated, as though he had no authority as the ruler.“Mr. Haze had been free to come and go within the palace for quite some time now. I was… forced to give him such authority.” The king spoke through gritted teeth with forced restraint. At the same time, he looked visibly tense and was obviously scared of Brandon Haze. “I couldn’t refuse him because he is this country’s only hope. The count
Evelyn had finally arrived at a certain hotel near an airport.She was being extra careful and had chosen an average hotel instead of going for a high-class one, as she knew that most of the luxury hotels all over Dalenn were owned or closely connected to Brandon Haze. Evelyn also knew there was a high possibility that Haze might have already mobilized all his men to be searching through the airport to spot her. So, she did not dare go straight there even though she badly wanted to leave the country as soon as possible.An hour ago, Evelyn had stopped their car midway during their escape and took a cab by herself. Her maid and bodyguard had protested, but Evelyn had told them that she did not trust any cars that were from the palace. She was quite confident that they would have been bugged and a tracker might have also been planted somewhere in the car. That was how insane Brandon Haze was!So here she was right now, checking herself into an average hotel, pretending to be another tou
Evelyn had put the telephone lying on top of the table, leaving it there to continue ringing.Standing by the door, Evelyn clutched a porcelain vase tightly in her hands, ready to strike anyone who managed to enter. The moment she heard the sounds of the doorknob being twisted a while ago, she immediately grabbed the only vase in the room, about the size of a one-liter wine bottle, threw out the fake flowers in it, and rushed towards the door.It seemed that her survival instincts had prompted her to move instead of just standing there frozen to the spot and behaving like a helpless damsel who was paralyzed by her fear.She stared hard at the doorknob. She had initially thought that she was not going to make it, but for some reason, the door did not fling open as she was expecting. It was almost as though the person behind the door had hesitated. Which was suspicious. Did someone interrupt them?She gave her own head a shake, reminding herself to not let her guard down, to expect the
Evelyn didn’t hesitate to take the coat from Lucas, the red-haired man who had been standing beside Michael like a silent shadow. As she slipped the heavy fabric over her shoulders, its warmth wrapped around her, shielding her from the unsettling cold that seemed to have settled in her bones.She turned her gaze to Michael, wanting to say something, perhaps to thank him for coming, or maybe to apologize once more for what she had done. But before she could utter a word, he was already moving, his strides long and purposeful as he walked ahead without sparing her another glance.Biting her lower lip, Evelyn gave Lucas a quick nod of gratitude before rushing after Michael, her bare feet barely making a sound against the polished hotel floor. The coat was far too big for her, the sleeves slipping past her hands, but she clutched it tightly around herself, not just for warmth but for security.She caught up to him just as he reached the elevator. He stood still, waiting, his back straight
The car hummed softly as it glided along the smooth roads of Quesa, Viscarria’s capital. Elle leaned against the window, watching the scenery unfold like a painting in motion. The city was nothing short of mesmerizing—a delicate fusion of the ancient and the modern, where towering glass structures stood in harmony with grand stone buildings that spoke of a history far older than she could fathom.The streets were broad and clean, lined with vibrant greenery and intricate fountains that sparkled under the soft afternoon sun. Elle had always heard whispers of Viscarria’s prosperity, but now that she was here, seeing it with her own eyes, she couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling creeping into her heart.This place was too perfect.It wasn’t just wealthy—it was pristine, untouched by the filth and suffering she was accustomed to seeing in Dalenn. Back home, poverty clung to the streets like an unshakable curse, and the divide between the rich and the poor was as vast as the sea. Yet here
Hellbound HeartChapter 20: AttractionsThe morning sun poured through the sheer curtains of the lavish hotel suite, painting the room in warm golden hues. Evelyn stretched beneath the soft silk sheets, her body still heavy with the remnants of sleep, but her mind was alert. She had slept early the previous night, exhausted from an entire day of exploring Quesa, Viscarria’s magnificent capital.Now, it was only a little past seven, and she was already awake, dressed, and seated near the grand window overlooking the city.Yesterday, Ava had informed her that Michael would be coming to fetch her in the morning. Not wanting to be caught unprepared, Evelyn had meticulously chosen her outfit—something elegant yet effortless. A white, flowing blouse with delicate lace sleeves, paired with a fitted navy-blue skirt that hugged her figure just right. It was simple, but refined. Presentable.Because today, she expected to meet his family.She had already met King Rudy and Michael’s uncle, Alexa
Evelyn did not move. She could not even blink. She stood there, frozen in place, unable to tear her gaze away from the man who had occupied her thoughts for the past few days.Michael.The man who had promised to fetch her, the man whose absence she had excused and justified with every logical reason she could think of, now stood before her—escorting another woman.A woman draped in an opulent gown of shimmering silver, her every movement fluid, as though she had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her hand rested delicately on Michael’s arm, fingers curling around his sleeve with the kind of ease and familiarity that twisted something deep inside Evelyn’s chest.She had thought… no, she had assumed that he was simply caught up with his responsibilities. That something important had demanded his attention, pulling him away from their planned meeting.But this?This was not duty.This was not work.This was Michael, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, exuding an effortless eleg
"You can't remove that yet! Not unless your doctor says it’s okay to do so." Michael’s voice was firm as he stood beside Evelyn, watching her with a gaze that allowed no room for argument.Before she could reply, the door swung open, and a woman in a white coat stepped in. Her sharp eyes landed on them, catching the tail end of Michael’s words."Actually… it’s perfectly fine for her to remove it," the doctor interjected with a calm smile. "Sir."Evelyn lifted a brow, shooting Michael a knowing look. Her eyes practically shouted, See?Michael let out a slow, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if fighting an unseen battle. "Fine," he muttered. "But let the doctor do it." His voice was still firm, but he stepped back, allowing the doctor to proceed before he turned and exited the room.By the time everything was settled and Evelyn was ready to leave, she saw Michael speaking with the doctor, his tone low and controlled. When she shifted to stand on her own, he was there in an
Michael couldn’t relax. Even after Lorna had given her diagnosis, even after the room had settled into silence, his body remained taut with tension.His reaction earlier had been… unexpected. Shocking, even. He hadn’t anticipated it—not the panic, not the overwhelming force of emotion that had slammed into him the moment he saw her tears. Evelyn had done it again. She had shattered whatever semblance of control he thought he had over himself.It was infuriating.To think that just seeing her cry could shake him so deeply… that just the touch of her cold skin had sent something dangerously close to fear spiraling through him. Fuck. He was in too deep. This woman had thoroughly and utterly ruined him.Now, he didn’t know what to do.Didn’t know what to say.He could only hold her. Could only pull her into his arms, press her close, and hope that his warmth seeped into her body. Because anything else—any words, any action—felt like it would only make things worse.He didn’t want to see h
The moment Evelyn turned her back to him and walked away, the dam that had been holding strong all this time finally crumbled. Her tears, long restrained, gushed forth like a deluge of rain.It had been so long since she had allowed herself to cry outside the suffocating confines of her darkened room. She had trained herself to never shed tears in the presence of others. Crying made her feel exposed, fragile—something she had fought against for years. Especially in front of her father and Brandon Haze, she had refused to break. No matter how deep their words had cut, no matter how much pain they had inflicted upon her, she had never given them the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. Silence had always been her weapon, a shield stronger than any steel. And she had wielded it perfectly.But with Michael… everything was different.She did not understand why, but around him, it was unbearably difficult to hold back. She had thought she could at least hold in her emotions until she reached
Evelyn fell silent. The lump in her throat tightened when he mentioned a condition. Her anger toward him hadn’t vanished—she had simply forced herself to swallow it down. But now, hearing that he was about to set another rule, another ridiculous demand, had her emotions surging once more.However, what Michael said next rendered her mute.Snow White?She hadn’t expected him to bring up the wolf, let alone sound so sour about it. Why did he seem irritated now? Hadn’t he helped her save the poor creature? So why was he suddenly acting like he despised Snow White?A quiet hesitation lingered in the air. But eventually, she nodded.If this was all he wanted, then fine. It wasn’t like he was asking for much—not letting Snow White sleep in their bed? That wasn’t so bad. It still meant she could cuddle the wolf anywhere else. Perhaps Michael just had an issue with wolf fur in his sheets.“Fine… I’ll keep him off the bed,” she relented, her voice clipped. “Now, talk. Explain.”She didn’t want
Micheal just stared at her in silence. The words she had spoken moments ago seemed to echo in the air between them, heavier than before. Evelyn had dropped her gaze, almost as if afraid to meet his eyes again, and now leaned her forehead against the wolf curled in her arms. It was as though she were trying to shield herself, wrapping around the creature like he was her only anchor.The sight of it made something dark and unfamiliar stir within him.Her small shoulders trembled faintly, her fiery hair spilling over the wolf’s thick white fur. The contrast was striking—like blood on snow, something pure being swallowed by something far too heavy, too painful. And yet, she clung to the animal with a quiet desperation, as if letting go would mean losing the only thing grounding her in this moment.Micheal pulled back slightly, his movements slow and measured. He didn’t want to startle her. Not when she already looked so fragile. Not when he could sense something in her that felt too close
Michael stood frozen at the threshold of the dimly lit bedroom, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. His grey eyes, sharp as a blade’s edge, landed on the scene before him, and something inside him coiled tight—dangerously tight.Evelyn lay curled on the massive bed, her body wrapped around something—or rather, someone.Snow White.The large white wolf, with his thick fur and unsettlingly intelligent eyes, lay beside her, his breathing slow and steady. But Michael barely spared the animal more than a glance. His focus was on her. On the way her delicate fingers were buried in the wolf’s thick fur. On the way her body pressed so trustingly, so intimately, against the creature’s warmth. And worst of all, the way her face—so serene, so utterly content—was nestled against its back.Michael’s expression did not change at first. He was too stunned to react.Seconds passed. Then, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line.His jaw ticked once. Then twice.A slow, simmerin
As soon as Evelyn pulled open the cage door, she stepped back, her fingers gripping the doorknob tightly. Just in case Snow White decided to lunge at her, she wanted to be ready—ready to dart out and call for Rion and Raven to help put the wolf back inside its cage.Her heart pounded, echoing in her ears like a war drum. Snow White remained inside the cage, his pale eyes watching her with an unreadable expression. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t baring his fangs, wasn’t doing anything she had feared he might do.Evelyn swallowed, uncertainty gripping her. Had she made a mistake?Then, slowly, the wolf tilted his head. The movement was so small yet so deliberate that it almost seemed… questioning.Somehow, that made Evelyn feel guilty.She let out a soft breath and, instead of standing there frozen, crouched near the open door. She extended her hand, palm facing up, voice gentle as she coaxed him. “Come here, baby…”For a moment, the air hung still between them.Then, to her shock, Snow White
The wolf stilled at her touch.Evelyn had hesitated before finally gathering the courage to extend her hand and brush her fingers against its snowy white tail. The soft texture surprised her—it was thicker and woolier than she had expected, a mix of coarse and silky strands that seemed to shimmer under the dim lighting.Holding her breath, she waited for a reaction. She thought the wolf would jerk away, snarl, or even bare its teeth at her for daring to touch it. But none of that happened. It remained completely still, unbothered. Almost… indifferent.Cautiously, she stroked its fur again, this time moving her fingers in a slow, gentle rhythm. Still, there was no response.Her tense shoulders finally eased a little. If the wolf had been aggressive or hostile, it would have made that clear by now, wouldn’t it? Or was it just too exhausted to react? Was it still in pain from its injuries?“Hey… Snow White, baby?” Evelyn murmured, softening her voice, instinctively trying to comfort the
A distant howl broke through the silence of the night.Evelyn paused, her fingers tightening around the blanket draped over her lap. The sound echoed through the castle walls, low and mournful, stirring something deep inside her.Wolves.It shouldn’t have been surprising. The Reigns estate sat atop a forested hill, surrounded by sprawling wilderness. The occasional howl wasn’t uncommon. And yet… this was the first time she had truly heard one since she arrived.Her mind immediately flashed back to the snow-white wolf they had rescued.She had forgotten about it completely in the whirlwind of everything that had happened. The secrets. The lies. Michael locking her away like a prisoner. But now, hearing that call in the night, she couldn’t help but wonder.Where was the wolf now?It must still be healing, right?Michael had assigned a medical team to tend to it—an elite one, no doubt. They would have done their job well. The wolf had to be getting better by now. Right?A sudden urge gri