All Chapters of His To Claim: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"What do I do, Felix? I feel like I am losing her," Elizah confessed while staring off in the sky. His ever-strong voice was today dulled with fear and pain. He was trying hard to pull himself together but he was slowly breaking from inside. Her every poisonous remark, her every disgust filled glare was breaking him down. He wasn't able to see hatred in her eyes for him. And that night had terrified him to his core. The sight of her holding the shard to her wrist still haunted him. He was not able to focus on anything else. Sabrina had fucked up his mind with that incident. Every minute, he lay in constant fear of losing her to death. He did everything he could to ger her aound. He coaxed her, threatened her, tried to bribe her but nothing worked. It appeared she was hell-bent on ruining their lives. She wasn't his Sabrina. She was someone else. He had sent for Harriet and hoped that she would be here in a couple days. Harriet and Heron had retired to their home. Herone had no inclin

"Would you let me see her?"she peeked up at Elizah through her dark lashes. She was acting docile and timid in stark contrast to her older furious self. Elizah stared at her with an impassive expression. truth be told, he had no fucking idea where that wench was. It was just a lie to get Sabrina in control. And it had worked. "Please..I need that tea..I really need that," she pleaded earnestly. The agony in her eyes was genuine and intense. It tore at his heart but he faked indifference. He had to act strong and apathetic in front of her. "Why do you want that tea?" he asked instead. She dropped her gaze to the floor in response. She hesrelf didn't know why she was so addicted to it. All she knew it fills her with a wild rush everytime. Initially, she hated it but in the last few months she had come to enjoy it.Elizah waited for a response but it never came. Irritation flickered inside him. "What were you doing in the dungeon?" he posed another question. Sabrina glanced up at him

Days passed but that old hag could also not persuade that dragon monster into setting her free. She was still shackled to her bed, bound and helpless. She couldn't afford to be like this any longer. The voices in her head had turned violent and louder telling her to kill him. She feared she would burst from inside if she didn't do something soon enough. That evening Sabrina used her honey-coated voice to ask her maids to bathe her in scented perfumes and make her look her best. Her request and soft manner of speaking surprised the maids. The woman had long stopped caring about her looks. Her hair was a mess, her lips were cracked and her eyes had dark circles like the shade of night underneath them. They took her to the bathroom and happily washed off all the grime sticking to her milky-white skin. It was after several days, she was taking a bath. As mentioned, she has lost interest in all worldly pleasures. The maids were on cloud nine, assuming Harriet's potion was finally having

He tried to roll away but it was too late. The dagger drove through his chest like a bolt of fire but he didn't feel pain for a good second. The shock had numbed his senses. Her fiery blue eyes expressed nothing but deep-seated loath as she twisted the knife so that it hurts more before ripping it out in one brutal go. He grunted in pain. Her response was a devious sneer. "You deserve a death far worse than this," she seethed and struck at him again. This time, though, Elizah edged out by turning on his side in time. The sharp blade plunged into the mattress. Before Sabrina could whip it out, Elizah grabbed her hand which was holding the knife, and prevented her from plucking it out. "Leave me, you scoundrel," she hissed in her venom-laced voice. Elizah didn't allow the hatred in her voice to weaken his resolve. He fixed Sabrina with his deadliest glare and commanded her to release the knife while pressing his other hand against his wound. The pain was excruciating but right now he

His insides wrenched with pining melancholy when he saw her bound in chains to a cage. What hurt him more was the loathe shining in her eyes for him. "You didn't die?" she rattled violently against the iron bars, gravely disappointed. A pang stabbed through his heart. She wanted him dead. "You obviously failed to do your job, Sabrina. I am so disappointed in you," Georgia replied with a disappointed sigh. Sabrina paled. She dropped down to her knees and joined her hands in a pleading manner. Her importing eyes fixed on Geirgia. "I apologize for my mistake, Queen. Give me one more chance I will finish him for certain this time," Sabrina entreated earnestly. Georgia smirked. Elizah's features crumpled in agony. The woman he loved the most couldn't wait to kill him. "I want you to kill but not him any longer," Georgia started in a riddle. Elizah sent him a hateful glare. He hated this woman to the core. Georgia's smirk widened. Her scheming eyes lit up with something devious. El