All Chapters of FATED TO UNWANTED MATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Berrilyl's POV"Don't you dare call me that? You don't have the right to" she said."But it doesn't change the fact that you ate a personal maid. Do we need to lie about this one too?" I asked."You're crazy. And let's leave here first. I would show you the stuff I'm made of" she said and wanted to start going."Oh no. The personal slave is leaving me behind" She turned back and looked at me with anger. She took a deep breath and sighed."Personal slave, are you already tired of me?" I asked. Grace was speechless. After all her boasting I didn't expect her to be that foolish. She was so irritating and I didn't know how I was going to stay under her. She was surely going to look for every single way to get back at me. I knew I wasn't going to stay here in peace but neither was she.She suddenly started smiling, all her angry mood changed. The more I looked at her, I found out that the smile was becoming sinister. It was looking evil. She stared at me like she was ready to eat me aliv

Berrilyl's POVMy eyes widened as I saw him. He appeared out of the blue. It was surprising that I was so stuck in my thoughts and didn't even hear his footsteps approaching until he startled me with his cold voice that sprang out unexpectedly.He looked at me and Grace with confusion. I was quite certain that he had many scenarios playing out in his mind as he took in the scene: Grace and me standing amidst ceramic shards mixed with blood on the floor. "Are you deaf? What is going on here?" Cage asked, his voice laced with anger and his brows furrowed.I looked at Grace expecting her to talk so she would gain attention but she didn't. Grace's shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast in a convincing display of vulnerability which was all a facade."I don't think I want to bother you with what happened. I would handle it. It's nothing, just a few cuts from the shards" she said slowly, feigning weakness.Cage's authoritative tone left no room for evasion. ''How did you get cut by shards? A

Berrilyl's POVTalia’s eyes met mine, and I swear, her gaze held a chill that made my blood run cold. Normally, his words never had this kind of weight. But tonight, something about the way Talia spoke—her fear, her urgency—was different. It sent a ripple of unease through me.“He said I should take you there,” Talia murmured, and even she seemed unsure, her voice trembling slightly. I wasn’t sure if I knew the way back, either.Without another word, she turned and began to walk, her pace swift and almost desperate. I had no choice but to quicken my steps, my feet barely keeping up as the corridor stretched before me. Something felt… wrong. The walls were familiar, but they seemed to blur at the edges, as though I were walking in a dream.My heart hammered in my chest, a constant reminder that we were heading somewhere new. Somewhere I didn’t want to go.“This doesn’t seem like the same place we were before,” I muttered, trying to steady my racing thoughts.“We’re going somewhere els

Berrilyl's POVTalia’s gasp cut through the stillness of the hall, sharp and raw, like a blade slicing through the air. My heart jolted in my chest, rising to my throat. From the shadows, a figure emerged, his presence immediate and commanding. With a swift motion, he grabbed Talia, pulling her roughly into his chest."Jake..." Talia’s voice was steady but strained, trembling ever so slightly.His grip was firm, possessive even, but there was an undeniable protectiveness in the way he held her. The intensity of his gaze made me feel like I was intruding, as though his eyes were pulling her into some unseen depth, and for a moment, I felt as if I wasn’t even there.“Jake,” she said again, this time with an edge to her voice. She glared at him, her fury palpable. The air between them crackled with tension, and in response, Jake released her immediately, his expression shifting from one of intense focus to one of almost mock surprise."You don’t need to be so angry with me,” he said, his

Berrilyl's POVMy back still ached from the lashes, each painful strip serving as a harsh reminder of what had just transpired. My body was shaking as I stayed there, and my breathing was irregular and shallow. The agony in my chest was far worse than the pain radiating through me.Cage had stood there, silent, as I had been punished. I had begged him to see through Grace’s lies, to understand that I had done nothing wrong, but he had simply watched me, his eyes empty and distant. His indifference had hurt more than the lashes. It was as though he had closed off any part of himself that could have cared about me. I could still feel the weight of his gaze, cold and unfeeling, burning into me, even now.I wanted to scream, to demand answers, to ask why he had done nothing while I had suffered. But I stayed silent, because what good would it have done? He didn’t care. Not really. And Grace had made sure of that.I tried to steady my breathing, to gather the strength to move, but my body