Semua Bab The Vampire King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Aurora froze, her sobs going down her throat. His lips didn't move against hers, they simply stayed on there, caging hers. All was still as the seconds ticked by then she jumped away, her nostrils flaring. "How dare you?" She growled, fuming. "Don't think anything into it," he said casually, "that was the only way to get you to come back to your senses. I am fine now, you can leave." He gestured to the door. She stormed out. Barging into her room, she paused at the doorway. She was supposed to be the angry one, why did it seem like he couldn't wait to get rid of her? Why did he send her out in such a cold manner? "And who kisses you to shut you up?" She fumed, folding her arms. Try as she might, she couldn't stop feeling like something was wrong. Was he really dying? Was he okay? What happened back at his study? Didn't he like her any longer? She frowned, sitting on her bed. Even Zik had not reached out to her. Surely, Sebastian must have told him what happened. "Urrrgh," she fro

"How in heaven's name is this possible?" Aurora stared at the papers in her hands with disbelief written all over her face. Sebastian was calm, sitting next to her while Zik sat opposite them, in shock. "I thought your families were enemies," he blurted out, "and this feud has been going on way before you were born. How did..." "Maybe he abused her," Sebastian spoke, sitting up. Aurora frowned at him. "Don't say such about your father," she rebuked and he shrugged. "Could be what happened." "What if the feud was just a facade?" She opined, "what if your father and my mother were having an affair? That's the only explanation I can think of for this. If your father abused my mother, she would have said something." "Perhaps that's why she hates me so much," Sebastian added, "they had a son together and my father made him die." Aurora looked at the wall clock. Past 5 pm. "She cheated," she said with a sigh, "she cheated on dad with his worst enemy." The doorbell rang the second

Sebastian stared at the DNA reports in his hand. It was real, it was all true and this made the brother Aurora hated him for, his brother. Ezekiel Elliott Grazia was also his brother and maybe, just maybe, he had been killed by his own father. He sighed, placing the papers in his drawer. He ventured into the shower and emerged minutes later, ready for bed. Shot. The little boy had been shot and allowed to bleed to death. He didn't think the gory image could ever get out of his head. The brother he never knew. * Sunday morning, Aurora rang Sebastian's doorbell. It took him a while to answer. He looked like he just got out of bed. "I go for the morning Mass every Sunday," she said quickly, seeing his confused face, "since you are here, I thought I might invite you." He looked her up and down. "You are all set, I'm not," he pointed out the obvious, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "You have thirty minutes. I thought of that so I came earlier," she answered, smiling widely. He stared at

Aurora sat on her bed, fuming. No wonder he had not bothered to give her a call, he was busy getting fooled by a seductress of a woman. Her chest heaved up and down in anger. No one cared! No one cared about her at all! She screamed, kicking off her shoes and throwing them at the wall. Sebastian barely looked her in the eye, he didn't even care! No one cared! Not ever since she was a child. Her mother was too stuck up in her head with her selfish ambitions; her father was always busy; Princess cared for a while and disappeared when things got too harsh; Cynthia and Daniel didn't even think of her as a friend and the two people she finally held onto, the two people she finally thought were there to stay, they had finally revealed their true colours. She bowed her head and cried. She felt so useless, so unwanted. Every day, she felt like she was searching for something, for someone and she could never feel that satisfaction she yearned for, that unconditional love she pined for. She cri

Sebastian stared at the note that had been put in his mail. 'What shall you do about Cecilia Grazia?' He tore it up and threw it in the waste bin. Cecilia was Aurora's mother and Aurora was the woman he loved and who was currently carrying his child. He would never harm the only family she had. Zik had not called since the Sunday he visited. After the incident, in the evening, both he and Aurora had gone to see a priest for confession and he had registered himself for the baptism class. She said she would get a pregnancy kit in preparation but she had not called him since they parted ways at her doorstep, for over a week. He paced about his bedroom. He was restless. The previous night, he had slept off in an excited state and when he woke up in the morning, he had expected to see her lying next to him. He ran a hand through his hair. He could still smell her, still feel her, still touch her. It was like she was living in his head, constantly near him. He blew out a breath. His hea