All Chapters of Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda CBTG Book 1: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Amelia glared at Octavius with abject disgust. She hated him so much she could barely keep herself from strangling him the only thing that kept her from doing just that was the knowledge that he was the king to her success. She just needed to get pregnant to accomplish her goal. Time and again she went to the temple to make requests for a child, she visited the goddess of fertility, Willa, and for years her prayers went unanswered. She was getting impatient! She looked over at Octavius who had his back turned to her after another failed attempt to make love to her. It would be so easy to just drive a knife through his heart in this position but she wasn't stupid. Festus would carve her heart out if she fell out of the line of their contract. He wanted Octavius alive and healthy and sane for when he would strike. In a huff, Amelia took the tunic she had dropped on the floor and slipped it on to cover her naked body. Was she not a woman beautiful enough to arose a king?

She sat by the carriage while a maid attended to her wounds. It was hours after the sand storm and she had woken up bleeding and bruised to see that night had fallen. It was dead in the middle of the night, a fire was burning to give light as the servants went about their duties. The maid taking care of her dabbed gently at her cut and applied something cool on them. She could barely smile at the maid or thank her for her kind, not because of the wounds that marred her face but because the Saade was standing over her glowering. She could not look at him, he was shaking with rage. "My soldier is dead! Dead because of you!" He shouted Camelornian for the seventh time. "Look at what you have done to him!" He bellowed.  She refused to look, the last time she did the contents of her belly and poured through her mouth.  "Look at him you whore!" He shouted. He roughly pushed the maid taking care of her aside and slapped her hard across the face. Her eyes f

After picking at dinner she could barely taste Cleopoda set her tray of food aside and drew the wooden box Saade Malek had given to her. Earlier on after crying her eyes out, she had opened the box to find the small jar with the stopper, it contained some sweet-smelling perfume which she sniffed. The thought of dabbing some on herself to please the Saade disgusted her and made her want to retch but she forced herself to do it. If she was to survive after all she would have to play by the rules. From the box she removed a seamless tunic-like dress, it had no arms to put her hands through only two strings of rope that she was supposed to tie together. Putting the dress on left very little to the imagination, it was see-through, highlighting every single inch of her skin, rubbing against her small breasts. Her fingers itched to tear it off, rip it in pieces and throw it in the crumbling fireplace in her room. There was a scarf which she wrapped around her head, it was a black scarf tha

Cleopoda rolled over on her bed the moment the Saade went out of the room. She had pretended to sleep during the night. Not that she had anything on her mind, she just could not sleep even though she was sore and tired. She glanced at the blue skirt with slits at both sides and its matching top made of a light material that hid nothing at all. Saade Malek had made her wear it the previous night and asked that she danced for him which she did. Adla had taught her to dance while she had been learning the act of pleasuring. According to Adla dancing was also a seductive act and she was to perfect it if she wanted to please the Saade. So she had danced for him and he was so pleased by her performance that he had asked her to undress slowly without ripping her clothes off her. She picked the clothes and folded them on the bedside table, the eunuchs would come in to pick them for washing.  As she was about to go into the washroom there was a knock on her door that stopped her

The home of Saade Rekujn was just as similar to that of Saade Malek. Some guards stood beside the entrance, some paraded along the length of the Saade's compound, there were servants to welcome the arriving Saades and usher them to the receiving room. As soon as Saade Malek's carriage stopped Youzuf opened the flaps and stepped down then nodded at the servants that greeted him. Saade Malek stepped down from the carriage and rose a brow when Youzuf reached to help Cleopoda down.  Cleopoda hid a smile at the lack of subtleness at the man's interest in her. It made her amazed that men and women had one thing in common, one thing they could not deny: The desires of their own bodies.  She took hold of the side of the carriage and jumped down, took the arm of the Saade and allowed him to lead her inside. There were beautiful decorations all over the place that had taken the servants hours to put together. Almost unsurprisingly, the Saades who arrived came with co