Lahat ng Kabanata ng FATED TO UNWANTED MATE : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Cage's POVI stormed into my chambers. Grace trailed after me, her soft footsteps were hesitant but persistent. "I'm sorry for all that happened, it wouldn't have happened if I was careful enough all these wouldn't have happened. It's just the feud we had that day that caused it" Grace said. She kept trying to make me calm down. Everything that was happening was very annoying. All my plans were falling into place and we were working as planned but suddenly it was falling. This was the best time to execute most of my major plans only for me to find out that there were some spies in my pack.I was ready to kill whoever that person was. My long plan couldn't just easily get wasted like that"I can't believe Berrilyl would dare accuse me," she began, her tone tinged with disbelief. "After everything I've done for her. I’ve treated her with nothing but care and respect, and this is how she repays me?" Grace said her voice breaking. She sounded so sad.I didn't immediately respond. My fin

Berrilyl's POVThe tray of dirty plates felt heavier with each step, though I knew the weight had more to do with my pride than the dishes themselves. My hands shook slightly as I grasped the edges, doing my best to keep my face impassive. The jeers and mocking whispers from the other maids burned in my ears, but I forced myself to ignore them."Look at her, acting all high and mighty. Bet she thought she'd never have to do a real day's work," one maid snickered loudly."Guess the little princess doesn't like getting her hands dirty," another chimed in, her tone dripping with malice.I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood, but I didn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me react. Their laughter followed me as I made my way to the kitchen, each step a bitter reminder of how far I'd fallen.When I finally pushed my way through the kitchen doors, I let out a small sigh of relief. It was deserted except for the remnants of the smell of prepared food and the mild clatter of

Cage's POVEvery word Berrilyl said in anger felt like a knife pointed at my chest, and her words hurt. My head was racing with conflict and confusion. I couldn't help but notice the harsh truth in her remarks, even though she blamed Grace for her predicament and called her a "slut" and a "spy" in a disgusted tone. The evidence—or what seemed to be evidence—overshadowed that fact, though, and caused me to question her motivations.As Berrilyl continued to argue, her voice trembling with fury, my eyes narrowed. I had always known Berrilyl as a woman of strength, someone who spoke her mind, who took charge of situations. Her words were frequently cutting, if not vicious, but she always spoke with honesty. Even now, despite the wrath in her voice, I could sense the truth in her charges. But this time, her words couldn't remove the uncertainty that had crept into my thoughts. After the way she laugh and spoke when my men's that were spying at her brother died, I wouldn't doubt if she trul

Cage's POVGrace's trembling figure leaned into me, and soft cries filled the room. Her tears were staining my shirt, but I didn't mind at all. The sobs came out strong and full of pain from her fragile, body that seemed to be crushed."Why does she hate me so much, Cage?" Grace asked, sobbing quietly, her voice small and breaking. The shaking of her shoulders with every breath told her that she was doing everything to hold herself together.I let out a sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. I knew Grace didn't deserve this. Sweet, gentle, kind, the exact opposite of Berrilyl. "I don't know," I muttered, though the answer came to me unbidden.I remembered those days when Berrilyl and I were together, the cruelty in her eyes and the sharp edge of her words. She'd been wild, reckless, and unkind. The pain she had inflicted was deeper than she might have realized. Grace had done nothing to deserve Berrilyl's ire, and yet, here we were."She's always been this way," I said, my voice hardening

Cage's POVThe tension in the room was unbearable. Berrilyl’s breaths were still shallow, barely a whisper of life left in her. I had already exhausted every option, and the constant cycle of physicians entering and leaving with nothing but grim faces was starting to wear on me. The weight of helplessness pressed down on my chest.I didn’t know what to do anymore. The fear was suffocating, gnawing at my insides, and no matter how hard I tried to control it, it was consuming me. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t lose Berrilyl. The thought of her slipping away from me, of her dying without ever knowing how much I needed her—how much I still cared—was a pain I couldn’t bear.I didn’t care if anyone thought I was overreacting. I didn’t care if my actions seemed desperate or irrational. None of it mattered. Not now. All I could think about was her, lying there, her skin turning blue, her breaths shallow and barely there. It felt like time was running out, and I had no way to stop it.I just