บททั้งหมดของ My Lycan Stepbrother Is My Mate: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

~Daciana~ “The test results have arrived.” I heard Anne’s voice in front of my room. I hastily got out of bed and rushed to the door. Opening it, I found an envelope in her hand, and next to her was Trump in his wheelchair. “The result is here. Where is Randall?” She asked. “He’s not home right now,” I responded, and she gave the envelope to me. “You should check that too. You can show him when he comes back. I wasn’t lying.” She uttered sadly with gritted teeth. “I never said you were. Why would anyone think that?”“Well, your husband thought that. At least, this will clear his doubts about me.” I breathed out deeply and opened the envelope. I scanned through and realized she wasn’t telling a lie. I clenched my jaws and looked at her. “I’m so sorry, Anne,” I uttered, neatly folding back the paper. “You don’t have to apologize. Karma is a bitch, isn’t she?” She chuckled painfully, and I felt sad for her. Even though she had done evil, dying of cancer isn’t something I would wi

~Daciana~After one month We were all in a car. Lily, Trisha, and me. We were having a ride and it seemed like it was one of those girls' nights out. The only difference was that it was during the day and not at night. It was the third time the three of us were doing this. Crazily, Trisha and Lily seem to get along pretty well and we became the Trio in no time. Anytime Randall was out on business, we would all go to the bar, drink, dance, and enjoy the night. And when it was time for Anne’s chemo, any of them who were less busy would go with us, but today’s outing was a special one. A surprise awaits Lily but only Trisha and I know that. Brandon is going to propose to her. “We still don’t know where we are going,” Lily said as she laughed “We don’t know either. Maybe we would just end up driving through town.” Trisha replied “I don’t mind riding through town, I have nothing to do at home” I added as I drove. Trisha and I exchanged looks through the rare mirror and smiled sheepi

~Daciana~The day of Randall’s coronation was finally here, and we were all gathered in the large hall. In the heart of the hall, a massive stage had been erected. We stood on the stage, Randall and I. Randall was adorned with a brilliant gleam of royal robes. His hair was styled differently this time, it was slicked back, most importantly, because the crown had to fit perfectly. I, on the other hand, wore a midnight blue dress with a long trail like the night sky itself. My hair fell freely to my shoulders and I held my head up high. It was an important day for Randall and me, and I anticipated this more than anyone. Family and friends stood close and around the stage, their faces beaming with joy. The High Monk of the kingdom, robed in white and gold, raised his arms, signaling the crowd to silence. “We gather here,” he began, his voice ringing out over the gathered masses, “to witness the coronation of Randall, son of Late King Edwin, the rightful heir to the throne of this Ki

~Daciana~ I let out a soft moan as my eyes slowly opened. “She is awake, she’s awake.” I heard their voices faintly.“Queen Daciana, can you hear me?” His voice sounded louder than before and I nodded.I looked to my right and I saw a man dressed in a corporate outfit with a stethoscope around his neck. He was a Doctor. “Yes, I can,” I responded, trying to sit up.Just then I remembered what had happened before I lost consciousness, there was no Kendall or Trisha in sight. “Where is Kendall? Where are they?” I asked with agitation and Carl hurriedly moved closer to me.“Please take it easy Daciana. Randall has gone to fetch them. You should be more concerned about your health.”“Are they fine?” I asked, still very worried.“We got a call from Lily telling us that they have been found,” Trump said.“They are fine. You should talk to the Doctor, he has refused to say anything to us unless you are awake.” My mother replied, and I looked at the Doctor“What is wrong with me Doctor?”“C

~King Randall~We, the family, stood in front of the catafalque. There were flowers, candles and pictures of Anne displayed on it. We all had straight faces as we all waited in silence in respect to the dead. This wasn’t how I pictured things to end for my mother. Hiding in the palace and not being able to invite people to my mother’s funeral was unbelievable. “Your Majesty. Do you have anything else to say?” The monk asked, moving away from the catafalque, and I nodded, standing up. In my hand was the note my mother wrote before she killed herself. With clenched jaws, I stood in front of everyone and opened the note. “Since my mother decided that killing herself was the best decision she could make, I had refused to read whatever she had written in this paper. “But, I think it’s the right time to read this, and at the same time, read it out to everyone here,” I uttered and slowly unfolded the note. “Dear son, by the time you see this, I’d have probably been dead. But I want to