All Chapters of FATED TO UNWANTED MATE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

William's POV My body was still heavy from the aftereffects of the intimate meeting, so I leaned back against the bed after a long and passionate sex. The way Matilda touched me, her presence, her confidence—everything about her seemed like the release I needed—had been an unexpected source of relief. When I closed my eyes for a little period of relaxation, I let my body relax and let my mind slowly escape the burden of my obligations, if only momentarily.But as I lay there, Matilda's voice broke through the silence."Williams," she began softly, her tone thoughtful yet serious. "I need to speak with you about something."I opened my eyes, sensing the change in her tone. She had always been direct, but this was different. Her words carried a weight, a seriousness that I couldn’t ignore."Go ahead," I replied, still trying to gather myself from the moment of intimacy we had just shared.Matilda moved a little and leaned against the headboard. A glimmer of worry appeared in her eyes a

William's POV I felt the rage run through me, hot and blind, and uncontrollable. The words of Lucia still rang in my ears, tauntingly defiant, her voice quivering and sharp as she had dared speak of things best left buried. Secrets, my secrets, thrown in my face and serving to remind me of how much she knew. She had crossed the line.My hand came across her cheek with a sharp crack, breaking the tense silence in the room. It was louder than the crackling flames in the hearth. Lucia stumbled backward, her eyes wide with disbelief as her hand flew to her face, her skin already reddening where my palm had struck.The gasp she let out was not one of fear. No, it was that same accursed look of betrayal, of grief. The same look on her face when she accused me of not caring. Of forgetting her. "William" My voice boomed. "I gave you everything, Lucia. And in return, you repay me with this. Disobedience? This insubordination?"Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she did not cower. She stood

William's POVAfter I sent the rouges off. I was glad that things were going as planned. The only thing that still annoyed me was Lucia. Anytime I remembered what she said, it enraged me. How could she say that? She had gone way too far. I felt like killing her so that the secret would be safe with only me. It was just that I could not do that right now with everything that was going on. I needed a great plan if I wanted to silence her but that wasn't what I had in mind for her now she was still under probation.This was what she caused for herself; everything was okay before she turned herself into a whiny baby and a woman who loved fighting with other wives. Even if it was just jealousy she had taken it too far. It didn't mean she could just say anything out of her mouth because she knew about it.It took me a while to realize how ungrateful she was. Just because I didn't give her much attention. She thought she could ruin my life with how much I cared for her. I still kept her in

Cage's POVI fisted my hands as I watched Grace leave the study, her feet echoing down the hall. The door clicked shut behind her, but the tension in my chest refused to dissipate. My words hung in the air, weighted and cutting."You'll be working in the kitchen for a few days. I don't need you here."Her face had crumpled, shock and disbelief warring on it as though I'd just struck her. Still, the cadence of her voice rang out in my head."Why do you treat me this way? Is it because of Berrilyl?"I hadn't answered. Not because I didn't have an answer, but because to voice it aloud would confirm a truth she already suspected. A truth I wasn't ready to face. So instead, I'd held my silence, letting her walk away with her questions unanswered.The broad windows of the study felt stifling now, and the light from noon was spilling across the floor. I paced to the window, pressing my palm flat against the cool glass. The ache behind my ribs tightened.Am I being too harsh?I should have be

Berrilyl's POV The next day, I was falling apart. It wasn't just the exhaustion anymore. My whole body ached, but it was more than that. I felt defeated like some unbearable weight rested on me. The stares of the people around me constantly made me so uncomfortable. I hated it, every single look was a judgment to which I could not turn my back. It seemed like everyone was watching me, and I lacked the strength to prevent them from making me feel insignificant.It wasn't just the physical strain; it was the mental and emotional impact that truly wore me out. I felt drained, and it seemed like the world was enclosing around me. I attempted to overlook it, attempted to move past it, but it was difficult. There were days when I felt like shouting and asking everyone to just let me be. But I couldn't. I was too weak for that.It was the buns Talia would slip me from time to time that kept me going, however small. Small mercies that kept on coming so I would not lose myself in those moment