Semua Bab The Lycan King's Divine Goddess : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter 51: Investigation Selina's POV "You're here, Selina." I froze at the sound of a familiar voice. Madame Teresa? This was the first time I had seen her since I returned. She wasn’t in her usual maid’s uniform but wore a simple white dress that resembled a nightgown. Had she retired? "It feels nostalgic, doesn’t it? To have everything repeat itself like this," she said calmly, her gaze fixed on me. I pressed my lips tightly together. "Come here, child," she beckoned softly, gesturing toward the bench beside her. "Come sit with me. There’s so much I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve wanted to say these things for a long time, but I never found the courage—or the chance," she admitted in a whisper. I hesitated but slowly approached her. She tapped the spot beside her, and I sat down. "How are you?" she asked, smiling at me—a gentle smile I’d never seen from her before. It felt odd. Madame Teresa had always been strict and demanding, with little room for warmth. "I... I

Chapter 53: Bitter Reality Selina's POV I sat quietly, staring out the window. There he was—Reagan, preparing to leave. I didn’t know why he was leaving today, and honestly, I didn’t bother to ask. My brow furrowed when I noticed him glancing in my direction. Even from this distance, I could see the disappointment etched on his face. What’s this? He’s more hurt than I am? I rolled my eyes and drew the curtains closed. Walking back to the bed, I lay down, letting out a frustrated sigh. The twins weren’t here—they had just started their homeschooling. It was better than not studying at all. I took a deep breath, rolling over on the bed. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I sit still? I stopped moving and stared at the ceiling, irritated. Even after everything he’s done to hurt me, I still cared. Groaning, I got up again. I returned to the window, unable to resist taking one last look, even though I knew there was a good chance he’d already left. Are you seriously this fool

Chapter 55: Satisfied Selina’s POV "Giselle, what do you want from me this time?" I asked coldly, my patience hanging by a thread. Doesn't she have anything better to do than constantly pick on me? She scoffed, eyeing me like I was some unsightly blemish in her perfect world. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. No matter where I go—the hallway, outside the twins' room, the kitchen—she finds a way to corner me. She has no shame, and honestly, she’s exhausting. "Can’t I just be here by coincidence? Does this garden belong to you, Selina?" she snapped sarcastically. Coincidence, my ass. My expression turned serious. "Cut the crap, Giselle. What do you want this time?" I wasn’t in the mood for her nonsense. Her lips curled into a smirk. "Don’t you find it strange that Reagan hasn’t come back to you yet?" she taunted. My brows furrowed. So what if he hasn’t? He left, didn’t he? And he hasn’t returned yet. "Maybe when he returns, he won’t love you anymore. Maybe he l

Chapter 57: Hopelessly Selina’s POV My emotions were a mess, but anger burned brighter than anything else. Damn Giselle. How does someone even drown in soil? Did she really drown, or was she just pretending? I scanned my surroundings. The only light in the dungeon came from a single torch outside my cell. It was dark, cramped, and reeked of decay. Places like this weren’t new to me, but that didn’t make it any less infuriating. They framed me, accusing me of a crime I didn’t even commit. If I’d known things would end up like this, I wouldn’t have stopped with just slapping Giselle. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to calm down. Since they threw me in here, they’d only given me one glass of water. I had no idea how long I’d been locked away. This dungeon was a death trap, meant for criminals they wanted to dispose of quietly. I cursed under my breath. “Fairness, my ass. Prove my innocence? What a joke,” I muttered bitterly. Frustration built in my chest as I stood and approa

Chapter 59: Poison Selina's POV A muffled scream escaped my lips as I struggled to free myself from the grip of the knights holding my arms. Damn it! What are they planning to do with me? "Is this really the right thing to do, Mom? What if Reagan comes back?" I overheard Giselle said. "You're too soft, Giselle. You'll get nothing by showing kindness," Charlotte replied coldly. "But--" "No more buts. Reagan isn't coming back," Charlotte said firmly, her eyes shifting toward me. My jaw clenched in fury. "This is just tea. She's overreacting," Charlotte added as she walked closer to me. Tea? Tea inside a prison? Who does she think she's fooling? A sly smile curled on her lips as she positioned herself directly in front of me. "Hold her tightly," she ordered the knights. They quickly obeyed, their grip on me tightening. My hands throbbed from the struggle, my body aching. Damn it! Giselle stepped closer, "Let me handle it, Mom," she said with a grin, clearly enjoying my discomf