All Chapters of Pregnant And Rejected; His Exclusive Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Melody"Don't worry Zoraya. Now that you're here, you'll never be sad."Her blue eyes blinked with disbelief as soon as I said that. She looked at me like she was seeing something strange. I patted her head in assurance. "Trust me, Zoraya. I won't let a drop of tears come to your eyes ever again."She blinked innocently and a lone tear rolled down her eyes. She wiped the tears and hugged me. "Thank you," she sniffed. I could feel her body relax in my arms. She was starting to trust and feel safe with me. It felt good seeing her relax in my arms. "Let's walk," I took her hand as we resumed walking. She chatted away while we walked, leaving me to wonder if she really was the girl who arrived a while ago.In few minutes, I was aware of all that had happened in her life. Including the reason behind her pain. It felt bad knowing all she had been through at such an early age. She was at an age where she should be pampered and nurtured, yet she was ill treated her whole life. Not once

Giovanni"Grayson Mansion?" I repeated as I tried to sit.I wanted to see if I was indeed in a mansion. My eyes looked around again and I couldn't understand how I got there. I was with Davis, then he poisoned me and had me dumped or better to say buried somewhere, the how did I suddenly get into this place. I looked around again, thoroughly examining the place. The room was vast, its walls lined with shelves holding ancient artifacts and statues, I couldn’t begin to name. Heavy velvet curtains draped the windows, blocking out the morning sun, though a few determined rays managed to slip through, casting streaks of light across the polished wooden floor. The scent of cedarwood and lavender lingered in the air, a comforting contrast to the damp, mossy odor of the forest where I had been left for dead.I don't know how long I had been in Grayson mansion. My eyes wandered to the intricate tapestry hanging opposite the bed, depicting a battle long past.Surprisingly, I noticed that

Giovanni The early morning sun crested over the distant hills, bathing the sea with its golden light. The sight of Mallory Kingdom’s towering gates in the distance sent a rush of excitement through me. I clasped my hands tighter in excitement, My heart pounded with anticipation, a mix of relief and urgency coursing through my veins. After weeks of danger, uncertainty, and searching for answers, I was finally returning home with the proof I needed to expose King Worden and stop the Rogues before they destroyed everything we held dear.Mallory stood tall on the horizon, its silver spires gleaming in the morning sun. The city was as majestic as I remembered, its walls a testament to the strength and resilience of its people. I could almost hear the bustling markets, smell the fresh bread from the bakeries, and see the familiar faces of friends and family who had no idea of the danger that loomed just beyond the borders.I glanced to my side, where Elena stood quietly . Her intent ga

Zoraya Mallory Palace had become a sanctuary for me, a haven where I could finally breathe without the weight of my past suffocating me. Though it's only been a short while since I arrived here, but the ambience, the people have made me feel so safe that it feels like it’s been ages since I arrived there. I opened my eyes slowly as the tall arched windows allowed sunlight to spill in, illuminating the polished floors and casting a golden glow on the intricate tapestries that adorned the walls. This place, with its sense of timeless beauty, had become my refuge. Here, I was no longer the scared, broken girl from Grayson Mansion; I was Zoraya, someone who was beginning to rediscover herself. But today, that sense of peace had shattered. As I stood amongst the others to welcome the second prince. when I first saw her. At the far end of the hallway, a figure stood motionless, her silhouette unmistakable even from a distance. My steps faltered, and my heart stilled. I

AaronThe evening sky was painted in hues of crimson and gold as the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting long shadows over the grand courtyards of Mallory Palace. The air was thick with tension, though tonight, for the first time in what felt like forever, there was a spark of hope burning in my chest.Giovanni was back.I hadn’t let myself believe it when the guards first brought word. "The Prince's ship has arrived,” they’d said, their faces wary, conditioned by months of unexpected dangers and false promises. But when I saw him ride through the gates, battered but unbroken, his sharp eyes still blazing with that familiar fire, I knew it was real.My brother had returned.I rushed down the stone steps two at a time, my heart pounding. It felt like ages since I’d last seen him, since fate had torn us apart. Before I even reached him, his leather armor stained with travel and battle, his dark hair windswept, and his expression grim....until he saw me.“Aaron.” His voice was roug