All Chapters of Against the rules: The rise of the Queen : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“What?”, the word roars through my mouth as I look at mom for the incredulous statement she had made seconds before. “I am not doing anything like that.” “Princess Adria, do not forget I am your mom and you will do as I wish”, she bellows standing before me. Her face morphed into pure rage, as her eyes spit the venom in them. “It’s Queen Adria mom, do not forget it I am the Queen '', I hissed at the words that left my mouth. I don't want to disgrace her, but her decisions do not give me a chance to think rationally. She chuckles at my words as she walks toward me, “No you are not the queen, yet.”, she stands before me, her stature that of the Queen she shows herself to the world outside. “You will become the queen when you are a wife to some King. The East does not belong to you Adria, you are the daughter of the Kingdom - the princess. You were a responsibility that I and Dad had to look after until you marry someone, and become their Queen.” she says, the words adorned with

“Azrael sweetheart, could you please come here”, I call Azrael, my craziness peeking through my lashes, as I adorn a soft grin on my face. “Ahh… This is going to be a long day”, I groan leaning against Azrael’s shoulder. “I appreciate, that not all men that walked in here were here for the wealth. Oh god, they really believed me when I said I would give them a trunk of gold coins”, I shake my head in fay disappointment. “Do you think I will waste the money of my kingdom on some money-lurching leeches? Never. As I said, they will not receive a single penny. So, now that the greed is taken care of, let me explain things in a simple language. ”, I link my arm with Azrael’s threading our fingers, as I raise his palm to kiss his knuckles. “This is the man I love”, I say my eyes dart immediately looking at Max. His shoulders rise and drop a sigh leaving his lips. He stares at the ground, his knuckles turning pale at the grip on the sword, and I smirk at the misery that he feels. Paybac

“Adria, choose one”, Max says with his beaming smile. If it wasn’t for the sun, I would have mistaken the light around me for his smile. I mirror his expression, jutting my lips in a pout.  “But Max, they are both beautiful, can’t I have both”, I say and he rolls his eyes.  “You can have the other in the future, but right now you need to choose one. Just focus on the colors of the tulips, and pick one that calls out to you.”, he says, his face and voice softening.  I shake my head, giving up on the banter. Placing my hand on my hips, I focus on the tulips in his hand. The white and the pink bunch are separately held by him, both emitting the same beauty, and serenity through them. They both have this vivid smell

I place my hand over my stomach, as my eyes take in the flatness of it through the mirror. It is just impossible to wrap my head around the possibility that there is a human being growing in there, and that very small being has the flesh of the one person I love the most in the world. A smile crosses my face, the idea of me growing bigger and bulkier with a person in me sounding like a ridiculous tale. My hand caresses the region over the fabric, anticipating what size it will grow, how large, what will I look like, and how will Max… hold me?Will Max ever hold me? My senses wander with the question. The idea of pregnancy is not that absurd, what disturbs me the most is whether I will be able to give this small bean the life they deserve. A twinge of guilt holds me, nervousness picking up at my senses as I think about Max. Something seems off, what exactly is out of the question. But there is an inner voice that somehow yells at me, that something very bad is about to knock on my d

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, assault, and Graphic abuse.The chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse, graphic sexual assault, and other kinds of violence. Readers are requested to skip the part if they do not feel comfortable reading any form of violence. Your mental health is above and beyond anything in this world.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A body crashes into mine from behind, and as if the torture from the front was not enough he started to push his dick into my rear hole. My body had split into two at this point, as the metallic smell in the air grew dense with every passing second. The men used me as they please, in every fucking possible way they could have contorted my body in, and at this point, I was unaware of how many times I had been taken. I could feel them slide in and out, one after the