All Chapters of His Pretend Mate Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AUTHOR’S POV After Elder Nam was killed, after she found him dead and lying still on the floor, Diana couldn't stop blaming herself for his death and that made her ache. Even though she was glad that their lives was spared. Adjusting Nimah well, she continued her walk forward. Luckily, an heavy rain had poured that day causing them to leave early. Maybe the goddess heard her prayer after all. She felt Nimah’s stomach rumble slightly to indicate that it was time for food, luckily the little angel was asleep. Putting her down carefully with her back against the big tree, Diana made way to look for some fruit. She was so thirsty from how hot the sun was, however, she had no water left from the last one the gathered from the rain with the empty bowl she had stumbled upon previously. Finally she caught a sight of a big tree filled with fruits, its branches way far from the ground level so she had no choice but to use a stick she picked on the floor. It wouldn’t reach and she ended up

ELEANOR’S POV “I can help.” I heard her say as she knelt beside him. Her hair tattered and unkempt. Her face was covered in dirt and it made me wonder what had gone wrong with her. I was, however, never going to ask. I could tell that she was trying so hard to make things right between us and I knew that it would be best if she understood that it will never happen. Although, I no longer despise her, I still haven’t forgiven her for betraying her only family.Damon was my priority now.“Hang in there, Damon.” I whispered and nodded at her.“Give me some seconds, I will be back.” She informed and walked away only to return later with some leaves that she placed on his wound.I watched her tear off a part of her cloth and tied it around his waist too.“We need to get him out here for treatment.” Diana informed causing Eleanor to try lifting his lifeless body off the floor but it proved abortive.“Let me help.” Diana offered but Eleanor ignored.She wasn’t about to have anything to do

THIRD PERSON’S POVEver since Eleanor said no to Damon’s offer, she had felt a little bit awkward because he still treated her well regardless. He got some new clothes for Ivy as well and it made her feel bad.Maybe she should have said yes. He was a good guy but her life was too complicated and she felt like she might become a burden to him.“Your sister and her daughter will be joining for breakfast.” He informed after helping her down to the dinning room. Left to him, he would have preferred she had hers in the room, however, she was tired of sitting in one spot.She hummed in response. A little bit glad that she didn’t have the opportunity to see Diana because just hearing her talk made Eleanor want to rip her eyes out.“You two don’t seem to talk much.” He pointed out. He could always sense the tension between them both and it often made him curious to know why. People would have been happy to see a family of theirs but why was theirs different?Eleanor hummed again in respon

AUTHOR’S POV After Diana’s burial, Eleanor wouldn’t stop crying and blaming herself for her sister’s death. As she sat in the car that was meant to transport them to a new place to settle in, she couldn’t stop imagining how things would have been different if she had just listened to Nana and hid instead. The tears trickled down, warming her swollen cheeks and sliding down her clogged throat. Nimah was sitting calmly too. She had barely spoken or smiled since then. After she had watched her Mother being lowered into the earth, she lost every reason to be herself again.Love her for me.The words echoed in her head for the upteempth time, making her heart to squeeze over her over again as she thought of how to be Nimah’s Mother when she is the reason the real one is dead.“Forgive me, child.” Eleanor pleaded in her head.Ivy laid still in her arms as she slept while Eleanor pondered on the last images that had flashed through her mind that day.She was a witch, according to Damon’s o

ELEANOR’S POV “You can’t avoid us forever.” I heard Damon say and I titled my head to look in his direction, only to be met with the usual darkness.“By us, you mean?” I asked out of curiosity. My breasts aching a little from having to feed Ivy. She was used to sucking the right one and would always throw a tantrum when changed to the other. Too bad Nana wasn’t around anyone. She had insisted on staying back to treat the wounded warriors.“Nimah and myself.” He informed causing me to nod gently before looking away.I was so just to being sightless by now, that it didn’t bother me much.He was right, though. I barely spoke a word to any of them. I still felt guilty for Diana’s death and the fact that I was a witch. I wasn’t entirely sure yet but the memories were gradually coming to me.That particular day that Mom had hid us, she had whispered some words while placing her thumb on our heads, before smiling and leaving us.“Decgonito Lameri Tama Nani.” The words floated in my head aga