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No | 2025-03-03 12:57 | active | 2774 | 0 | 🧙♀️Watch More FREE episodes👉 | 😍Julia almost lost her life for her husband Klaus. However, she discovered that Klaus had cheated and had a child with another woman. 😍Disheartened, she divorce and reclaim her true identity as the granddaughter of the world's richest man...💃Klaus had always deeply loved Julia. He thought Julia had fallen for another man, so he deliberately pretended to cheat and got a divorce, 👨🦱giving her freedom. However, he could never truly let her go in his heart...😱 | WATCH_MORE | https://sites.sdrh2o.com/fb02.html?shorttv_adid=51 | Bravo-Drama G | https://www.facebook.com/61569348606363/ | 1,821 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | sites.sdrh2o.com | VIDEO | https://sites.sdrh2o.com/fb02.html?shorttv_adid=51950&language=en×tamp=1740628967850&utm_source=facebook&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481321341_961449139534723_213660198909015158_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jrFikqicTt8Q7kNvgFSP_DP&_nc_oc=AdgUuTKOUKhmzhGlxV6FgIc0GoXnKMIBR-7i75paZTHZNWxakynIDlMHJh4WP9_11JImYBy8gIxHVDD51qF-wMog&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AXGxkfx_ifwne3S8AwUnY25&oh=00_AYAVBDnsGG4QHYonmOmE-IrmMQP-YAIE8J22UCxGdkrSLg&oe=67CBC166 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Bravo-Drama G | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 12:57 | active | 2774 | 0 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | It wasn't until I received several photos that I realized my husband Gabriel had not only cheated on me but also formed a happy family with his mistress and their illegitimate child. Gabriel, his son and the boy's mother were eating dinner together at a pizza place, and then another showed the three of them walking together, the woman's hand curled around Gabriel's bicep. In his coup de grace, Gabriel was smooching the woman on the lips, his hand gripping the back of her head. As he did with me. ———————— "How's the head?" Shaking my head to try to clear the fogginess, the man in front of me started to come into focus. When he did, everything in me froze. He smiled, revealing two dimples that made him even more attractive in an evil villain kind of way. Something I suspected he knew. Had I not known him to be a horrible man, I would have said he was charming. But this was Gabriel's worst enemy and if Gabriel was aware that James had me, I knew he would be going out of his mind and there would be bloodshed. "Are you going to kill me?" I choked out. Jerk grinned at me then, chuckling softly. "No. I'm merely going to provide you with some information and then let you go. There are other ways to destroy a man than by killing someone he loves." I swallowed and said nothing. "Does the name 'Garrett' mean anything to you?" I shook my head. "Interesting," he said. "Especially considering that it's the name of your man's son." "He doesn't have a son." Reaching to the table at my side, he grabbed a manila envelope. "Handsome little boy. The resemblance to dear old dad is amazing." He tapped some pictures into my hands and I was looking into the face of Gabriel's son, no doubt about that. No more than three, the little boy had the same brilliant green eyes of his father, the same exact shade of dark brown hair, even the same curve to his eyebrows. The next picture showed Garrett in Gabriel's arms, Gabriel pressing a smooch to his son's cheek. In the third picture, Gabriel was pushing Garrett on a swing, and father and son were laughing. I knew the pictures were recent. Just a month ago, for his birthday, I'd given him that very same Black Sabbath T-shirt. And three weeks ago, he'd worn it for the first and only time so far on a day when he said he had club business to attend to and had disappeared until the next day. That he'd lied to me was bad enough, but the last three pictures were what killed me. Gabriel, his son and the boy's mother were eating dinner together at a pizza place, and then another showed the three of them walking together, the woman's hand curled around Gabriel's bicep, her head on his shoulder, Garrett in his other arm. "I'm so sorry to cause you such pain," James said, placing the last picture into my hand. In his coup de grace, Gabriel was smooching the woman on the lips, his hand gripping the back of her head. As he did with me. "No, you're not," I said, refusing to give in to the tears. With a bark of laughter, James continued to destroy my happiness. "He found out about the boy a year ago. Moved them right into his house. Did you know he had a house? I believe he's been with you for seven months? He spends three or four nights a week with them. Apparently, he doesn't think enough of you to let you into his life fully or to even be faithful to you, and from these pictures, you obviously shouldn't trust him. All those nights he told you he had business, he was with them, spending the night with his other woman. Making a happy little family." Looking James straight in the eye, I forced myself not to give him a reaction. "Is there anything else?" He looked taken aback. If James was waiting for tears and anger, he'd be waiting a long time as I'd been raised in the most stoic of families and emotions in front of others was just not done. "No, my work here," he gestured to the pictures, "is done. Feel free to keep them. A little souvenir of our time together. Maybe you can frame them." I had plans for those pictures, no worries. "Harry will return you to your car. But I'm afraid," he said, standing up, "that you'll need to be out for that little ride. No worries – I'll let Gabe know where I've dropped you so he can get to you as fast as possible." And so fast I barely saw it coming, he gave me a shot in my arm and knocked me out. Another voice was calling my name, this time a familiar, deep one. The fog surrounded me again, and I found it hard to get past it to the surface. "That's it, that's my girl. Open those beautiful eyes and let me see them." I felt his lips press against my forehead and he inhaled deeply, as if he was pulling my essence into him. "God, sweetheart, you scared out of me. Now open your eyes for me." I struggled to obey at the same time something was poking at my mind. That voice, those lips should not bring warmth to me for some reason, but at that moment, I couldn't focus on the why. "Come on, sweetheart. Wake up, Breah." My eyes slowly focused on those beautiful green eyes I loved so much. Those beautiful, concerned eyes. Those smiling, handsome lips. For a moment, I allowed myself to just look at him as snippets of my conversation with James came trickling back. Those beautiful, lying, cheating eyes. Those beautiful, lying, cheating lips. "Hi, sweetheart," he said, his voice lower than usual, his eyes bright with...tears? My mind rejected that because this was Gabriel, after all. Tightly controlled emotion? Definitely. Stoic? Always. Blank expression? Almost always. Tears? Never. Clearly my eyes weren't working right yet. I became aware that he was holding me in his arms as he pressed a smooch against the palm of my hand. "I've been going out of my mind. Did he...did he hurt you?" Just my heart, I thought, but nowhere near as much as your lies are hurting me. Lies. I told him they hadn't hurt me, but my heart cracked as it all came rushing back to me, the last few hours. "I want to go home." "I know, sweetheart. We're going to the clubhouse as soon as Colt gets here with the truck." Shaking my head, I protested. "No. My home. My apartment." "OK, we can go –" "No. There is no we, Prez. I'm going home alone." His brows snapped down ominously over his eyes. "Prez?" "We could go to your house, but it'd be a little crowded there, wouldn't it, what with your son and other girlfriend living there?" His face shut down of all emotion, closing himself completely off from me, something he'd never done to me before. "I know everything, and I'm not feeling much like pitching a fit, but I will. Colt will take me home and you will not be going with us." I could hear him swear softly just as I heard Colt's deep voice. "Hey, there pretty lady." "Colt, I need you to take me to my apartment." He shot a look at Gabriel, and I snapped. "For once can you just do what I'm asking without waiting for orders from on high like a well-trained bimbo?" I shot a nasty look at Gabe. "You at least owe me that." "You got three hours to rest and settle, then I'm coming over and we're talking this out. I can explain –" "Spare me the clichés," I snapped at him. "There is no explanation for what I just found out, so save yourself the trip to my place. We're over and done." His hand clamped behind my head and held me in place as, fast as a snake striking, he smooched me hard on the lips. "You got three hours to calm down, baby, then we're talking this out." He gave a chin lift to Colt, growled, "Get her home safe," and stalked away. I had to work this. I had three hours to decide how to handle this mess. My mind was racing so fast I was surprised steam wasn't coming out of my ears. We didn't speak one word as Colt drove me home, but I felt his constant worried glances. All the MC brothers knew how much Gabriel meant to me...and apparently how little I meant to Gabriel if he was keeping his family hidden from me. "You're not coming up," I told him when he parked the truck, feeling a little bit bad I was treating him to my anger – until I remembered that he knew Gabriel had been playing me the entire time. Colton shot me a glare. "Prez would kill me if I let you walk up to your place alone and not check to make sure it's safe." "I'm sure it doesn't matter now that it's out that I'm just the backup piece." I snapped bitterly. "You can just drop me here." "You need to talk to him," Colton told me. "And I'm coming up to check out your place." Without arguing further with him, I slid out of his truck and he chased after me as I stomped to my condo door and opened it. He moved past me to go inside as I pulled the pictures from my back pocket and rifled through them again. Yep, still enough to turn my stomach. What an idiot I was to blindly accept "club business" all those nights. Now the term had a whole new meaning. When Colton finished his sweep of the apartment, he came back to me in the hall. "You OK?" he asked softly. "I've been drugged twice, kidnapped and received some life-altering news. All I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a couple of hours until the cheating jerk arrives for a talk." "When he explains –" "It's still not going to change the fact that he's a liar and a cheater," I interrupted him. Shooting past him into the apartment, I turned and shut the door in his face, not feeling bad in the least. These men who had pretended to like me, to respect me...it had all been lies. They knew about Gabriel's secret family, they covered for him, they helped him lead his dual life. And they did it without blinking because I wasn't their MC brother...just one of their president's pieces who needed to be kept in the dark. I was devastated. I'd fallen in love with Gabriel – with who I thought Gabriel was – and now I had nothing. My heart was in shambles and the way in which I'd found out added to the pain. But James had misplayed his hand. Instead of hurting Gabriel, he'd only shattered me. This wouldn't hurt Gabriel at all. He still had his family. I was secondary. I was...nothing. That was ending tonight. I'd thought about meeting him somewhere, I'd thought about going out of town for a few weeks, but decided I needed to show him strength. This was ending tonight, on my terms, on my turf. - Gabriel knocked on my door exactly three hours after he'd told me he'd see me. I'd since showered and washed, dried and styled my hair. I never wore much makeup, but I'd ensured a light application left me looking my dewy best. I had on a pair of jeans that fit me tight and well, doing amazing things for my a-ss, and I paired the jeans with a square-neck, lilac T-shirt. It was one of the best colors on me and, subtle though it was, I felt like I had on my armor. With the man I was about to face, I needed all the reinforcements I could muster. With a fortifying breath, I opened my door and came face to chest with Gabriel. Refusing to look at his face, I once again found myself rejoicing in our height difference, this time so I didn't have to face him. I stepped back to allow him inside my apartment, but I should have known it wouldn't fly with this man. "Breah, give me your eyes." "No," I said softly. Never again, I thought, not able to bear the thought that the eyes I so loved were lying eyes. That huge hand gently came to my chin and tipped my head up. Before I could look into his eyes, I stepped away from him and gave him my back. "Let's get this over with," I said as I stomped over to my living area. I put the couch between us and refused to look at him. "Breah, we're not talking about this while you look at the floor. Have the guts to look at me." That achieved his aim and my eyes snapped up to his, sparking anger. "You're one to talk about guts when you're nothing but a gutless liar and cheater." "I have never cheated on you, Breah." I pulled the picture of him smooching his baby mama, for lack of a better word. "So if I wanted to smooch another man on the lips, you wouldn't be bothered? It's not cheating? Good to know." His green gaze flicked to the picture and he winced slightly. "Let me guess. It's either not what it looks like, she smooched you, or you can explain?" "There are reasons I couldn't tell you about Garrett and Heather." "I'm sure it would have been hard to explain why you were spending three or four nights a week with the family you never mentioned to me in seven months." Suddenly in front of me, his hands framed my face and I looked up at him. His face was ravaged, regretful. "Would you have stayed if you had known?" "No." "And that's the main reason I couldn't tell you, sweetheart. I can't tell you what's going on and you wouldn't stay if you'd known about them." "You should have told me and given me the option." I tore my eyes from his, unable to bear the emotion in his. "You have a child, and a...a...girlfriend who live in your house, a house I've never been invited to. You lied to me for seven months about having club business when, in fact, you were going to be with your girlfriend and son." "My son, Bree. His mother was with him. I never went to see her. She was a byproduct of seeing my son. Where he is, she is." "So this picture must have been when you accidentally tripped and fell on her mouth? How clumsy of you." "No, I smooched her, but it wasn't what you think." "I know you think I'm stupid, but exactly just how stupid do you think I am? Plain and simple, you didn't trust me or care about me enough to tell me about your secret life and the reasons behind it." "Breah, I don't think you're stupid and you know it. It had nothing to do with trusting you." "Then why didn't you tell me?" I hated that my voice quavered. "Sweetheart, I couldn't and still can't even tell you why I can't tell you." Shaking my head, it was hitting me all over again why I had to end this. "Are you married to her?" "No. I drilled her for a week, and that was it. Or I thought that was it until she showed up a year ago." "With Garrett." "With Garrett. I had a DNA test done. He is my son." "And you moved them into your house where you live with them more often than not." "I spend three or four nights a week with my boy. She happens to be there." I produced the other two incriminating pictures. "Yeah, having dinner with her, her cuddled up to you...sure looks like she just happens to be there, and you look so broken up by it that you put your mouth on her." He stared at me. "I just hope, unless you want another child, that you're wrapping it up with her since you've been bare with me. Lying to me, apparently, about me being the only one. Oh, god, I need to have an STD panel run." "I haven't been with anyone but you since we began." I brandished the pictures. "All evidence to the contrary. Forgive me if I don't believe you." "You going to believe me or some pictures?" "All those nights these last seven months when you said you had club business...were you really spending the nights with her?" "No. I was spending them with my son, and Heather is where he is. He's too young to take away from his mother." "OK, we won't even address that absolute bullsh-it about him being too young to be away from his mother. You can check the statistics on young children, toddlers and babies whose parents have split custody, where the father has them without the mother from infancy. So, you admit you lied about what you were doing those nights." He hesitated, then gave a grudging, "Yes. I had to." "Well, that's where we disagree. You didn't have to. You chose to." "No, for reasons I can't explain, I couldn't tell you." "And how many other times, other than the one recorded for posterity, did you accidentally smooch her or, I don't know, accidentally have intercourse with her?" "Never drilled her. Drilled her every time we were out in public together." I wasn't expecting that confession. And it cut me so deeply that I had to concentrate on breathing for a moment. "Well, that's unexpectedly honest, even if I don't believe you about the no s-ex bit. Sure doesn't look like you were pushing her away in any of those photos." "Breah, I need you to trust me for a while longer –" "That ship has sailed. I don't trust you at all. James told me about things I had no idea about because you didn't tell me and that shattered every bit of trust I had for you. You're either with her or with me. And you chose to be with her. Congratulations. I sincerely hope you'll all be happy together. It's probably better since you have a son to consider." "No, sweetheart, that is not how it's going to be. I'm not letting you go." "You have no say in this. I'm done with you, with the us that wasn't even an us at all, I discovered." "Not happening." "Again, you're not hearing me. I'm ending whatever this farce was between us." "We are not ending, Breah," he growled at me. "You can growl at me all you like, but we already ended, the minute I found out you've been lying to me from the very beginning." I took a deep breath. "Now, it's Tuesday, so I'm sure you have to run home to your girlfriend. Better get going. I'm sure she'll be waiting for you with open arms." "I'm not leaving until we settle this." At that point, I lost it. "There's nothing to settle! We. Are. Done. Our whole relationship has been built on lies and secrets, and I'm not playing your games anymore. Your brothers may have multiple women in their lives, but I am not going to be one of many for you. She can have you, no contest. I'm tapping out and walking away." "You are not walking away. You love me." "Sometimes love doesn't matter. It's not enough. Especially when it's one sided. And especially not when what I did have, thought I had, at least – trust – is shattered." He said nothing for a moment, just staring at me with his hard eyes. And he didn't refute my claim that our love was one-sided. "Breah, I'm telling you –" "You don't get to tell me anything!" My voice was getting louder and louder and I knew I was on the edge of losing it. He started to open his mouth to argue but I just shrieked at him as I flung open my front door. "Get out! Now! GET OUT!" I felt his stare and then he moved to the front door. 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No | 2025-03-03 12:57 | active | 2774 | 0 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "Ella, we need to talk-;" He starts to say to me in a hushed tone. He's never this quiet when he comes home, he's always talking non-stop about football, to the point when sometimes I can't get him to shut up. "Talk about what? Babe, what is it?" I asked him, my eyes never leaving him. His blue eyes move to meet my gaze, there's a pain in there, one that scares me. "I'm sorry.....but this-;" He says waving his finger between us before announcing, "it's not working anymore-;" letting my eyes linger on him in shock for a moment, my eyes began to fill up. "What do you mean?......where is this coming from? -;" I cried and took a step back before adding "This morning you were fine, all smiles and telling me you love me! What changed for you?" My voice growing louder now because I'm hurt and angry. Because of the way that he's wording his words, he's acting like things have been horrible for us, for ages and like he's finally walking away from a relationship like we're this horrible couple together. When that's not true because we haven't had a fight in months and when we do fight it is over normal stupid things, that couples fight over. Our normal is us laughing, when people see us, they tell us that they've never seen two people more in love than they have when they look at us. So, all of this that he is saying to me right now, it makes no sense at all. "I can't explain it, I just started to see that I can't be the person I have to be and do the things that I want. And be with you, at the same time" He said to me and then goes back to packing his bag. Letting the tears fall down my cheeks, as I just watch him pack his stuff and his words repeating in my head. "What are you talking about? Do you even understand what you're saying, 'cause you are making no sense at all to me" I screamed towards him. Because if he's going to walk out on me after five years together. Then I sure want a better excuse than that. He owes me that much, after everything I've done to support him and his stupid dreams. "I have to focus on football and that's all. That's the most important thing to me and I'm so close to NFL. But I can't be with you, not when I'm this close to it, I need to stay focus with no distractions" He snorted to me like it's the most natural thing like I should just accept it and let it go. "Wait a second so let me get this right, I was okay to keep around for five years. Through high school and this last year, but as soon as you get close to NFL, I'm a distraction. Do you even love me or were you just messing with my feelings this whole time?" I shouted at him, he stops packing up his stuff and looks directly up into my eyes. And he locks his on mine. "I did love you, Ella, probably more than I have anyone else in my life" He sighs, wiping my tears from my cheek. "Did? As in the past tense, when did you stop Scott?" I whispered to him, Scott zips up his bag, and finally takes a long sad look at me. "I mean I do... it's just I'm sorry, okay but this is over;" He cries and grabs his bag, "Goodbye Ella" He mumbles softly, before turning around and walked out the front door, once again but this time for the last time. Once I hear the door click again, the apartment is full of silence. He never even looked back at me as he walked out, how could he do this to me? Taking the test stick from my pocket, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. The tears fully falling from my eyes now, how I am supposed to do this by myself? I know I can because my mom did, but I never thought I would ever have to raise a child on my own. Ella "MOMMY! MOMMY!" I heard the voice of my four-and-a-half-year daughter shout towards my bedroom. Feeling a smile on my face, as I pull on my last shoe. The day Remi was born was the best day of my life, because she's my whole world, I've never felt so much love until she was born. After Scott left me, I made the choice to move back to San Diego. I told my mom about my situation, and I told her that Scott left me without any knowledge that I was carrying his child. At first, I thought that she would be mad at me because mom she always wanted something more for me than what she ever had. I mean my mom gave birth to me when she was eighteen years old, and my so-called dad pretty much didn't stick around long enough to know me. So, when I broke the news that I was carried baby at nineteen, I expected her to yell at me, be mad at me, or even disown me. But instead, she just pulled me in for a hug and told me that everything was going to be okay. And she was right it was okay because, in the end, I became a mom to a beautiful baby girl. And it was hard raising her all by myself, but I did it, actually, I'm still doing it by myself and I wouldn't change it for anything. In the last few years, I've finished college, I run my own yet exceedingly small but successful business as an event planner that has incredibly good clients. When I was starting up my business, I decided to move to Los Angeles to do that. And even though San Diego is only an hour or so away, my mom knew that I would need help with Remi, so she moved with me. I don't keep her a secret, but I can't afford to have her out in the spotlight either, I want to protect her from the truth about her father, protect her from the Vaughan's family name. She's only four and half years old, she deserves to be a normal child whose name is not known to the press and the media. Snapping out of my thoughts and placed a plate of crown-shaped pancakes, in-front of Remi and took a seat facing my daughter, with my own pancakes and a cup of coffee. "Mommy has to work late, so grandma is going to pick you from school. And watch you for a little bit" I say to her, Remi looks up from her half-eaten breakfast and smiles at me. "Okay, mommy" She replies and goes back to eating her pancakes. Feeling a smile on my face, she really is the best thing in my life. After everything that happened with her father, she was the light in it all because my daughter is my world. Pulling out of my thoughts and walked into my office building, I rent a small office space in a busy area of Los Angeles, and I have one person working for me. This is Amber and she's my personal assistant also a friend, honestly, this business would not run the way that it does without Amber. Because my business hasn't really been up and running for that long, I chose to not hire a lot of staff, for me, it made the most sense to do what I could myself and hire at least one other person with business experience to help with the day to day stuff if I was out at an event. And eventually, as my business grows, I will hire more people one day, but for now I and Amber have it running smoothly. "Your nine: Am is waiting in your office for you," Amber says as soon as she sees me, nodding my head as she hands me a cup of coffee. Throwing her grateful smile and headed off to my office with a tired sigh. Today started as a good morning, but after breakfast, Remi didn't want to go to school and kicked up a fuss, which made me late and traffic was a nightmare. Walking into my office and looked over to the people who were in there. "Hello, you must be Amanda and Nora Michaels, I'm so sorry I am late" I apologized to them, the last thing I need is my business on the line and my professional image being questioned. "No, it's fine we were early, I guess excitement took over," Nora says to me, nodding my head with a smile and waved for them to take a seat. "So, it says in my notes that the event would be an engagement party, is that correct?" I asked them. Thinking back to the information Amber took from them when they booked the appointment. What I know is that Nora is Amanda's mother and Amanda has recently gotten engaged but, in my notes, it doesn't say to who, or what day they want for the event, I think Amber must have forgotten to get that information. But it's fine, I can just get the smaller details later. "Yes, it is," Amanda says with an exciting smile on her face, the sparkle of happiness in her eyes. I love planning events for couples if it's an engagement party or an anniversary party, even if I do draw a line at weddings. But that said it's absolutely amazing to see all that love and joy inside of a couple's relationship. It sorts of makes you want it a little, I mean don't get me wrong I'm happy being single and with it just being me and Remi. But you do miss those small moments of being in love, the warmth of someone's arms around you at night. How was your day? Conversation, I guess sometimes you forget just how lonely you really are. "Okay normally when planning a party for a couple, I tend to get to know them and learn a few facts about them, how they met, how they are as a couple-" I broke off and looked over at my calendar, which was located on this month which is early-July. "What date were you looking at?" I asked, Amanda looks at me lost in thought before turning her eyes back to me. "For the 8th of November," She says to me, looking over at the calendar. "Okay, it is a little shorter notice than normal, seeing as we're talking only a few months away. But if we get to work fast, we should be able to pull it off in no time" I say, it may seem like lots of time to some people. But with other events and other clients that I have, it's a tight squeeze for me. That said the Michaels family are very well known and this could really put my business out there. "Yeah sorry about that, but you're the best in the event planning business. And the 8th is sort of our anniversary, which is why picked that date" She says, "So, to start I would really like to meet with you and your husband to be. And just get a vibe of what you both are looking for in the terms of food, color scheme, a location that sort of stuff if that's okay?" I said to Amanda. "Yeah that's perfectly fine, Oliver is free tomorrow morning if that works for you" She replied to me, nodding my head at her. "Tomorrow at eleven works for me, we can all meet here or if easier I can come to you both," I say, sometimes it is easier for me to go to clients. "Don't be silly we will come to you, but I'm pretty sure at some point, my future mother-in-law will invite herself along, so I apologize in advance for that" Amanda said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, well most brides don't like their mother in laws anyways. "I'm sure she's lovely" I responded with a smile; they both look at me with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah well you won't be saying that when you meet her, that I can say for sure" Letting out a small snort of laugher, just as they both do the same. "Anyways, in that case, I will see you tomorrow. And you have my number if you have any questions at all" I announced and stood up with a smile. "It was nice meeting you, Miss. Snow" Nora Michaels says to me also with a smile. "Please call me Ella, and it was nice meeting you both as well" I replied softly back. They both nodded and smiled before making their way out of my office. Sitting back down at my desk, a sorter deadline than a year is a harder job it means early mornings and late nights. Which I hate because it means I spend less time with Remi and I know that she understands that mommy has to work, but she's four and a half, she shouldn't have to go to bed without getting a bedtime story from me, or she shouldn't have to wake up to find me already gone, without telling her good morning, I'm just lucky I have my mom to help me with Remi. But on the other hand, this is also my job, something I worked hard to build, and it is only a few jobs and then after that my forces will be on spending more time with my daughter, I mean it's a simple easy engagement party I've done plenty of these, it should be a walk in the park. Ella Normally I wouldn't do that or let clients come to my house especially with Remi here. I just don't have a choice in this case, my kid is sick, and I want to be here with her. But this Michaels account is also a big deal, and there's not a lot of time to get everything done, on top of all the other events that I have going on in the upcoming months. Pulling myself out of bed and started to get ready, and slowly getting lost in my own thoughts. I think it's times like this when being a single mom is the hardest. Because your trying to juggle everything that you have going on in your life alone. And not having someone there to lean on when you're having an overwhelming day. Sometimes it's really hard doing this all by myself, I will admit that because I'm not a perfect mom I don't think anyone is. But I'm a good mom, who loves her child so much, that it physically hurts me to see her ill and upset. I guess at times like this I really wish Remi also had her father here with her too. Snapping out of my thoughts and made my way into Remi's bedroom to check on her. Pushing open the door, to see her sat up slightly cuddling her teddy bear. "Morning baby girl, how are you feeling?" I ask her while taking a seat at the end of her bed, Remi looks at me sadly for a second. "My tummy still hurts mommy" She cried softly to me, feeling my heart break a little as hear my daughter's sad voice say to me. "It's Okay, I promise it will get better soon honey. Listen mommy is going to work from home today, while you get some rest in bed for a little bit and then when you're feeling better, we will watch a Disney film together" I say to her, "Can we watch the little mermaid again?" Remi asked me in a small whisper but with a smile. "Of course, we can, I'm going to get you some water and make you some dry toast. I need you to try and eat something for me" I replied and then begin making my way out of her room, just as I hear Remi say from behind me, "I love you mommy" stopping in my tracks and turned around to look at her with a sweet smile on my face. "And I love you, to the moon and back and the stars above" ~ ~ ~ Closing Remi's bedroom door softly, after she had a little bit of food and water she fell right back to sleep. I hate seeing my child like this, so much I just want her, to be her happy bubbly four-year-old self again. Pulling out of my thoughts as I hear the doorbell ring, walking over to the door and opened it with a professional smile, just as my eyes land on Amanda. "Hello Ella, sorry we're a little early I hope it's okay? Oliver is just taking a phone call, he's almost done" Amanda says to me, shaking her head smiling in my doorway. "It's perfectly fine, I am really sorry that we had to meet at my home. I promise you normally this is not the case for me" I said reassuring her. That I don't always see my clients at my house like this at all. "Honestly, it's fine, I mean we don't mind at all;" She was cut off by footsteps, letting my smile drop just as I hear the familiar voice say, "I'm sorry about that-;" looking up to the sound of the voice a little taken back and in shock as my eyes lock on a person from my past. A person I once knew and care for like family. 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Read next chapter👉 | She dreamed of marrying the man of her fantasies--a hero strong enough to shield her from danger and protect her from predators. But on the day she was cast into the unforgiving depths of the kingdom's dungeon, it was the Beast King who held her in his arms. "At last, I have you in my arms, my mate!" he declared. ===== UREKAI: In the days of old, the Urekai stood out as the strongest and most powerful beings in the world. The ancient tongue called them 'fearsome beasts' for: Like werewolves, they could transform into beasts. Like vampires, they consumed bl**d. And walked among humans with no one the wiser. The ageless, peaceful, selfless beings preferred to keep to themselves. Despite being feared and distrusted, they never responded with aggression. They granted passage to any species wishing to enter their lands beyond the great mountain and welcomed everyone. But five centuries ago, an unexpected species attacked the Urekais during their one night of weakness. The humans. While protecting his people, Grand King Daemonikai lost control of his mind, going feral. Becoming a danger to the same people whom he had given everything to protect. Although it seemed impossible, the Urekais managed to capture their king's beast form, imprisoning him in a secure cage, ensuring he could never escape. But, consumed by hatred for humans, the Urekai plunged themselves into darkness. Becoming the fearsome beasts others had always feared them to be. Wearing their monstrosity with pride. HUMANS: After invading the Urekais, a mysterious virus outbreak struck. No one knew where it came from, but many speculated their attack on the Urekais brought it on. While most males eventually recovered after a long struggle, the virus proved fatal for the majority of females. Survivors rarely gave birth to female children. Those left or born became scarce and sought-after commodities. In many kingdoms, greedy fathers sold their daughters to breeding houses. Some were forced into pleasure houses, existing solely for men's enjoyment. Some faced terrible abuse in exchange for protection. Even the wealthy and the privileged could not guarantee the safety of the females in their lives, as the mere sight of a female--be it an infant, a young girl, or an elderly woman--drew unwanted attention. Female children faced constant danger. They are not safe in the society. *** PROLOGUE HUMAN LAND: THE KINGDOM OF NAVIA. "It's a g-girl, your highness," Prince Garret froze. As he turned, looking at the palace healer, his hands resting on his exhausted wife's body, shook uncontrollably. He had secretly arranged the delivery months ago, and now they were hidden in one of the underground rooms in the palace, where his beloved wife, Pandora, was giving birth. "What did you just say to me?" Prince Garret hoped he heard wrong. Perhaps it had been a mistake. Please, gods, let it be a mistake! But the pity in the older man's face couldn't be disguised. The palace healer turned the little bundle. "The baby is a girl." Terror crossed Pandora's face as she adjusted herself to get a closer look at her baby. "No. Oh, the gods, please no..." She shook her head vigorously fresh tears gathering in her eyes. Tears welled in the healer's eyes. "I'm so sorry, your highness." "No!!!" Pandora cried out burying her face into her husband's waiting arms, sobs after sobs ripping from her throat. Garret felt numb as he held his wife. His first daughter, Aekeira, wasn't even four yet, and the king was already negotiating with the kingdom of Cavar to sell her to the highest bidder. Because, apparently, Navia 'could use more funds.' King Orestus might be Garret's brother, but he was a tyrant, and his word was law. Now, another girl child? Two daughters? Tears filled Garrett's eyes as he looked upon the crying bundle wiggling around in healer's arms. The world was not safe for either of his daughters. "I'll raise her like a boy," Pandora declared suddenly. The healer's eyes widened. "Are you suggesting we keep her identity a secret?" "Yes," Pandora affirmed, her resolve strengthening. "This child will never be seen as a girl. No one will ever find out!" "B-but, it's impossible to hide something like this, your majesty." The healer panicked. "The king will order our execution!" "Then, we take the secret to our grave." Pandora's voice was fierce. "I was unable to protect my first daughter, but by the Light-gods, I will protect my second." Too dangerous, but Garret was all for it too. This was their best chance to keep their daughter safe, and they would take it. "As far as we are concerned, the child I bore today was a male." Pandora looked at the baby. "His name is Emeriel. Emeriel Galilea Evenstone." Emeriel. It's a neutral name, and also means 'Sky's Protection' in the old tongue. Garret liked it. Fitting too, for their daughter would need all the luck and protection in the world. "I agree," Garret spoke aloud. With the plan fully in his mind, Garret swore the two other men in the room to secrecy. ********* That night, Garrett and his wife, stood by the baby's small cradle, watching their newborn sleep. Across the room, their three-year-old daughter, Aekeira, lay curled under a blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. "In all my years on this earth, I've never seen anyone bear two female children, Garrett," Pandora whispered, voice cracking. She glanced up at him, eyes glistening with tears. "I don't know what this means for us... or for them." Garrett placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Maybe it means they have a great destiny to fulfill." "Or a great sorrow in their future," Pandora's eyes drifted to their eldest, worriedly. "I'm so scared for them. How could something like this happen?" Perhaps you've been touched by the gods, my darling," Garrett said in comfort. "I really doubt that. Why me? Why us?" He had no answer to that. "If that's true," Pandora sniffled, brushing her fingers over the baby's soft cheek, "may that god always protect my babies. We won't always be here to do that." Garrett pulled his wife into his arms, holding her close, fighting to hide his own worry. Because, she was right. What were the odds of a couple in these times bearing not just one, but two daughters? None. Absolutely none. As he gazed at their sleeping children, prayer rose in his heart. Whatever god you are, please... protect our angels. Chapter 2 THE PRINCESS IN A 'PRINCE' DISGUISE Twenty-one Years Later PRINCE EMERIEL. "He's so pretty," a voice murmured. "It's the feminine prince," another one said. The third man had l*st in his eyes. "No man should have hair that gorgeous." Prince Emeriel ignored them all as he moved from the palace grounds into the building, head held high. Just because he was used to the unwanted attention, didn't mean it didn't make his skin crawl. He might have lived as a boy all his life, but it didn't exactly keep him all that safe. Men of Navia would stick their ph**llus in anything with a h*le, especially if it looked remotely feminine. But Emeriel's senses were always on high alert. Which is why he was probably the only twenty-one-year-old vi**in in Navia. That, and his sister, Princess Aekeira, always did everything in her power to protect him. To make sure his secrets remained tightly hidden. A carriage accident had taken their parents fifteen years ago, and King Orestus had adopted them. That tyrant made life a living hell for them. Emeriel entered the hallway to Aekeira's chambers when he heard it. Whimpers. Soft, pain-filled whimpers. That sound was coming from… Rage surged through Emeriel. Not this again! Determined, he stormed down the hall, and shoved the door open, unsheathing his s*ord. "Get away from my sister right this instant, Lord Murphy, or I swear to the sky I will cut you down where you stand!" Emeriel snarled. The minister of human affairs's face twisted with irritation, and he stopped thrusting. "Go away, little prince. You're ruining the fun." Emeriel hated the jab 'little prince,' but surely not as much as he hated being called a 'slight prince.' Over the years, Navians had given him a lot of names thanks to his small and feminine look. "Get away from her right now!" Emeriel strode purposefully toward the b*d, seizing hold of Lord Murphy and pushing him away from Aekeira. With a satisfying thud, the old oaf tumbled to the floor. Aekeira rose from the b*d, clutching her vulnerable body, her face red from crying, eyes tired and swollen. Emeriel pulled his sister into his arms, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Keira." "It was not your fault." "Why the hell would you do that!?" Lord Murphy rose angrily. "I won Princess Aekeira fair and square in the card game at the gathering last night. The king wagered with her and lost to me! I was supposed to have her for two hours at least!" Emeriel's eyes blazed as he whirled around, facing him. "If you put your hands on her again, I swear to the sky I will cut off your m*le or*an, Lord Murphy." "You will not dare!" "I'll gladly take whatever punishment the king gives," he stated with conviction, "but you will be without your manhood. Choose wisely." Lord Murphy's eyes widened, his hands flying protectively over his cr**ch, face reddening in anger. "The king will hear of this!" The minister snarled. Taking his clothes, he marched out of the room. "Oh, Em, why did you do that?" Aekeira's eyes filled with worry. "The king might punish you with the hot whip again." "I do not care. Let us go to my room." Putting his s*ord away, Emeriel could not even look his sister in the eyes, dangerously close to tears himself. Helping Aekeira into her clothes, he led her out, and down the hallway. That age-old guilt crept down Emeriel's spine. Aekeira always protected Emeriel, even when it made her the sole target. His sister never hated him, but Emeriel hated himself for it. Aekeira was always bubbly and always happy. But in times like this, when her body was vi**ated, she mostly looked tired then. Weary of the world. Worried about the next aristocrat the king would hand her over to. Much later, freshened up, Aekeira laid on the bed, closing her eyes. "Em? My worst nightmare when I was younger was thinking I would be sold to an aristocrat in Cavar, but now, I almost wish that heartless king went ahead with it, instead of changing his mind," Aekeira whispered. "Please, don't say that." Emeriel held her hand. "That kingdom is a horror play. Anywhere is better than Cavar, sister. Well, except beyond the great mountain, of course." Just the thought made Emeriel shiver. The Urekai dwelled beyond those mountains. "Sometimes I wish I could leave this godforsaken kingdom." A single tear slipped from Aekeira's eyes. Me too, Keira. Me too. ****** That night, after bathing, Emeriel stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection. His long, silken black hair fell over his shoulders, cascading like a waterfall. With his hair down like this, he looked like what he truly was. A girl. What would it feel like to live freely, like the person the mirror reflected? To not live in fear of the next man who might seek to take advantage of him, like they do his sister? Emeriel fantasized about marrying the man of his dreams. A protector. Someone powerful enough to keep him safe, shield him from predators, and sweep him off his feet with immense strength and love. All delusion. But a sweet one, nonetheless. Reality was far too ugly. Shaking it off, he crawled into bed and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him. . . The dream began as it always did. The man filled the doorway, hidden in the shadows. He was big, larger and more masculine than any man Emeriel had ever seen. Tall like a giant, he made Emeriel feel small, like a cornered prey. "Who are you?" Emeriel's drowsy voice came out shaky, filled with fear. "What do you want from me?" "You are mine," he said, voice deep as rolling thunder. "Meant to be on your knees for me. On your back. To be f**ked you so hard your legs quake. You were meant to beg for me all the time. Only mine." Emeriel's face burned with shock. So scandalized, he scrambled upright. "Y-you shouldn't say such improper things to me! It's wrong!" But the mysterious man stepped into Emeriel's bedroom, emerging from the shadows. As he did, his body shifted into a...beast. The most terrifying Emeriel had ever seen. A Urekai. "Oh gods, oh gods," Emeriel's breath hitched in terror, panic setting in. Of all the shapeshifters in the world, why a UREKAI!? He advanced with purpose. Its glowing yellow eyes bore into Emeriel, filled with hunger. Shaking his head fiercely, Emeriel scrambled backward. "No, no, no! Leave me alone!" he shouted, "Guards! Someone, help!" But no one came. The beast leapt onto the bed, got on top of Emeriel, trapping him under. Claws tore through his clothing, Emeriel's vulnerable female body was exposed to its yellow eyes. His powerful thighs forced Emeriel's apart...! Emeriel jolted awake with a scream. Body shaking and drenched in sweat, he glanced around the dark, empty room. "It was just a dream," he whispered, trembling. "Thank the gods. Just a dream." The same dream again. He'd had this dream for months now. He swallowed hard, running a shaky hand through his hair. "Why do I keep having such a scary nightmare?" It terrified Emeriel a lot. A Urekai? No one in this world prayed to meet a Urekai in their lifetime. Certainly not Emeriel. Yet, even with all the terror inside, the hotness of the dream lingered in his body. His feminine core felt different. W*t. What does this mean? Chapter 3 UREKAI Stepping outside the next morning, two warriors stopped before Emeriel. "The king summons you, my prince," One of them said. "Your presence is needed in the courtroom." Sh*t. That foolish minister wasted no time ratting on him. Emeriel let the way to court. It's just whipping, he will be fine. But, as he walked down the hall towards the door, it was eerily quiet. Something was wrong. The court was always noisy from the outside. Mutterings, murmurs, arguments were always expected. His worry deepened when the door opened, and all eyes didn't turn to gaze at him condescendingly. Instead, everyone's eyes were fixed at the center of the king's court. Emeriel's eyes followed theirs. Two men dressed in all-white apparel robes, with long, straight, waist-length black hair stood, appearing harmless. But a longer glance had Emeriel noticing muscles barely concealed under their robes, their slightly tipped ears, and their incredibly unnaturally handsome faces that were completely unreadable. He froze. Urekai. These ones looked expensive and aristocratic. Emeriel's throat went dry. No one prays to meet a Urekai face-to-face. "What do you say, King Orestus?" the Urekai with the long scar running from his cheek spoke. He looked the most intimidating. "No, this cannot happen," King Orestus protested, looking terrified, and doing a poor job of hiding it. The frown on Scarred Urekai's face deepened. Clearly, this was a being that did not take no for an answer. "You are mistaken if you think we are giving you a choice, human king," he said, taking a threatening step forward. The ministers of the court gasped, shrinking back into their seats. "Easy, Lord Vladya," the other Urekai spoke, his voice gentler. Imploring rather than commanding. The scarred Urekai, Lord Vladya, gave the king a hard look that would make any man tremble. "It is the least you can do, human king. Give us the princess, and we will leave quietly." "We are ready to pay for her," the other Urekai added, reaching into his robe and withdrawing a large bag of coins. Fear receded. The king's ears perked up with interest. "Money?" "Not just money, there are gold coins too," The non-scarred Urekai said. Everyone gasped, including Emeriel. Gold coins were rare and highly valuable. The Urekai continued, "All you have to do is hand the princess over, and this bag is yours." Wait… Princess? They couldn't possibly mean... The grand entrance opened again as two guards led Aekeira into the court. No, no, no, not my sister. Emeriel moved forward, but the guards who had escorted him stopped his movement. He bit his lip hard, trying not to draw attention to himself, but it was incredibly difficult. Surely, this couldn't be what he thought it was. It had to be a dream. There was no way the Urekai were here to buy his sister as a slave...! The two guards leading Aekeira to the center of the court, stopped a few feet from the Urekais. The terror on Aekeira's face mirrored Emeriel's feelings. "So, let me get this straight," King Orestus began, "All I need to do is sell her to you, and all this money is mine? There are no other conditions? Nothing else?" "Yes," the non-scarred Urekai responded. Lord Vladya moved forward, closing the distance between him and Aekeira, who was visibly shaking now. Cupping Aekeira's cheek tilting her head to the side to get a better look. He appeared utterly disgusted. "She'll do." King Orestus picked up his gavel and struck it hard on his desk. "Sold! From this moment on, Princess Aekeira belongs to the Urekais." "WHAT!?" The shout escaped Emeriel's lips before he could stop it. He ran toward the center of the courtroom and fell to his knees. "Please don't sell my sister to them. Not to the Urekais! Please, Your Majesty." The king gave him a bored look. "It's out of my hands now, Emeriel." It's out of his… Emeriel couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You can't let this happen. She's your niece too! How could you do this!?" He wasn't proud his voice turned the high-pitch of a girl's, as he practically screamed. But he didn't care. "You know a fate worse than death awaits her beyond the great mountain! How could you agree to sell her to them?" "As if he has a choice," Lord Vladya scoffed, his deep baritone filled with cynicism. Emeriel whirled around to face them, anger blanketing his features. But as he stared into those intimidating gray eyes, he couldn't bring himself to give in to his rage. He had read in one of the books that an Urekai had the power to take a life without physical contact. It might just be a rumor, but with his sister's life on the line, he had no intention of testing that theory. "I will go too. Where Aekeira goes, I go," Emeriel said, lifting his chin defiantly. Aekeira snapped her head toward Emeriel, her eyes widened in terror. "No! What are you doing, Em?" "I'm going with you," Emeriel stated firmly. Lord Vladya arched a perfectly shaped brow. "No. We have no need for you; we only need your sister." Emeriel stood. "I don't care. Take me too. If you leave me here, I will always try to come to her. I will cross the great mountains if I have to!" Lord Vladya laughed. There was no humor in the cold sound. "Without the rite of passage, the great mountain will swallow you whole. You'll never make it to the other side." "I'll take my chances," Emeriel vowed. "No! My brother is not coming," Aekeira interjected, before turning pleading eyes to Emeriel. "Don't do this, Em. I'm already doomed. I don't want you to face the same fate!" "If you come with us, you will be taken as our slave." Lord Vladya stated, pinning Emeriel with a stare. "Urekai do not care if you're male or female; you will serve in any way your master wants you. Whether it's in the mines or the cellar, on your back, bent over, or on your knees. If you agree to be our slave too, your freewill ends today." A shiver ran through Emeriel's spine. "Do you know what it means to be an Urekai's slave, little human? You're a pretty boy; you will not lack masters to service." Fear seeped through his core. If everything he had heard growing up and read in books were true, being an Urekai's slave was worse than being a human's slave. And my dreams... I should be running in a different direction...! But he steeled his spine. "Where my sister goes, I go." "We did not agree to get two slaves," the second Urekai said. "That is settled then," Lord Vladya continued as if he never spoke. Reaching into his robe, the scarred Urekai pulled out another bag of coins, throwing both on the floor towards the king. "We will take both." "Sold!" King Orestus banged his gavel again. Chapter 4 SOLD TO THE UREKAI Aekeira cried for over an hour after they left the courtroom. At first, she had been angry, shouting at Emeriel about his foolish decision. And then, she broke down, crying as if her heart had been shattered. Now, they were left alone in a tiny room on the boat. Emeriel remained quiet throughout his sister's breakdown, the weight of his decision finally sinking in. By the Light-gods, he was now a slave. Lower than a lo*born. Lower than a carpet servant. And not just any slave, but a Urekai slave. Or many Urekai, Emeriel had no idea yet. He would serve those heartless, ruthless beings who despised humans. "You're a pretty boy; you will not lack masters to service." A shiver coursed down Emeriel's spine. They were going to vi**late his body. What he had always dreamed of would finally coming true. Only now, it wouldn't be just one beast, it would be many. As many as his master wanted. Emeriel swallowed the bile rising in his throat. His breath seized as panic set in. "Breathe, Em. Come on," Aekeira appeared by his side, rubbing his back. "In... and out... come on, Em." Aekeira's voice was gentle, soothing, giving Emeriel no choice but to follow its sound. Aekeira continued rubbing his back. "Good girl. That's my girl." Two Urekai came in and forced them to take an unknown pill. Surely they hadn't paid all that money just to k*ll them before they even became slaves, right? Emeriel thought as she swallowed it. Minutes later, they both dropped unconscious on the floor. • Much later, Emeriel woke to the bumping ride of the carriage. His head woozy, his senses disoriented as he blinked several times to adjust his vision. They had been forced to take a pill. Rising, he walked to the carriage's wooden window and pushed it open. A gasp left him. They are in Urekai land. Emeriel could see dozens of them. But what had his jaw on the floor was the humans. There were plenty in sight. Many females nearly matching the number of males. Everyone knew the Urekais had acquired and held numerous humans captive after the war, but the sheer number he could see surpassed his expectations. And they were all slaves. Some were working in the fields, their weary bodies bent under the weight of their labor. Some were hauling heavy loads, their muscles straining with each step, under the watchful eyes of Urekai's. Some Urekais held whips, while some held s*ords. The sight turned Emeriel's stomach, making him sick. Is this to be our life now? Aekeira's gr**n of wakefulness echoed behind him and Emeriel quickly turned to his sister, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright, Kiera?" he asked, his voice hushed. Aekeira nodded, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we?" she asked, eyes scanning their surroundings. Their kingdom, Urai," Emeriel whispered, keeping his voice down so the carriage master would not overhear. Together, they took in the huge fortress in front of them. The carriage was headed straight for it. "This place looks highly luxurious," Aekeira said. Emeriel nodded. As royalty, they were well-acquainted with luxury, but this was on an entirely different scale. Which begged the question... Who exactly were the males who had purchased them? And if they weren't his and his sister's masters, then who was...? ******* They were brought into an empty room after passing numerous chambers and passages. "This shall be your quarters for now," a soldier announced. The room was surprisingly spacious and tastefully decorated. Not long after the soldiers left, the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears, growing closer with each passing moment. The door swung open, and an older human woman marched in. Accompanied by a younger human woman and three Urekai males. The older woman's gaze landed on Emeriel, and she did a double take. "You are one remarkably handsome male. I have seen a lot of pretty males in my time, but even I can hardly think of one who is half as pretty as you." Feeling uneasy, Emeriel took a step back, finding solace behind Aekeira, who spread her arms protectively to shield him from prying eyes. "Well, it's a shame you're not the one we came for," the woman said dismissively, turning away. "Prepare her, boys. Amie, get the bath ready." The three males closed in on Aekeira, beginning to undress her. Their hands removed her clothes, while another tended to her hair, undoing the knots. "What are you doing?" Emeriel asked, concerned. "Getting her ready for what is to come." The older woman didn't bother to look at him. "You can either stay or leave. I care not. But if you disturb me, I will have you reported to the soldiers and thrown into the dungeon." Numerous questions swirled in Emeriel's mind, but a shake of Aekeira's head silenced him. He watched helplessly as they undressed her, with the younger girl, Amie, preparing a large tub filled with water. Eventually, Emeriel decided to step out and explore, wandering the halls aimlessly. He followed one to a secluded passage that appeared hidden from casual glances. Voices echoed in the distance, so he moved closer towards them. "What shall we do with the boy? He was not part of the plan," one voice said. "I do not care, Lord Ottai. Perhaps we will think of something later." Lord Vladya's voice came. "For now, let us focus on the girl. The bad weather delayed our journey, I had expected us to return yesterday." His voice, chilling and authoritative, Lord Vladya added. "Time is running short; she must be in the forbidden chambers tonight." Forbidden chambers? Emeriel didn't like the sound of that at all. "Calm yourself, Vladya. That young girl cannot handle the beast," Lord Ottai added. "I do not care. They have made their b*ds, and they shall lie in them," Vladya said defiantly. A heavy sigh followed. "It would be heartless to send that girl in to service the beast without any inkling of what to expect. I know you have no love for humans, and frankly, neither do I, but we can surely do better than that," Lord Ottai reasoned. "Do as you wish, Ottai. Tell them everything or tell them nothing. I care not," Vladya stated. "Whether she lives or dies, I care not either. I shall throw in the pretty little prince next, and if he perishes too, I shall be on the next carriage to the next human kingdom to select another princess for him. That is the only aspect of this that concerns me." A silence fell after their exchange, leaving Emeriel's mind racing with fear and disbelief. Service the beast? Die? Chapter 5 YOUR PURPOSE HERE Emeriel was horrified. I must rescue Aekeira! We need to escape! "I know you are there, pretty prince. I can smell you," Lord Vladya's voice rang out. Emeriel gasped, frozen in place as Lord Vladya's imposing figure emerged from the door. Instinctively, Emeriel took a step back. Then another. Lord Vladya smirked. "I would advise against whatever thoughts are brewing in that little head of yours. You have no inkling of where you are, do you?" Emeriel could only discern they were in the tallest, most fortified fortress he had ever seen. He shook his head, his fear palpable. "You are in Ravenshadow," Lord Ottai said, coming up behind the scarred Lord. Ravenshadow? The Ravenshadow!? No, by the Light, this cannot be happening. "R-Ravenshadow Citadel? The home of the f-four grand rulers of the Urekais. The Whispering Abyss of great power?" Emeriel blurted out, unable to contain his terror any longer. Lord Ottai snorted. "That is what humans call it. We do not. But yes, you are correct. You are in the Ravenshadow Citadel, Prince Emeriel." "You do not need me to inform you that this is the most secure place in Urai, with vast lands in which you could get lost in if you attempt to escape." Lord Vladya smirked. "A vortex that would swallow you, never to be seen again. There is no escape from Ravenshadow." Emeriel heard their words, but his mind was consumed by a far greater fear. "The four grand rulers of the Urekais reside here?" Emeriel mused, dreadfully. "They do." Lord Ottai sounded mildly amused, drawing Emeriel's attention. Emeriel had no idea he'd said that out loud. Inching closer to Lord Ottai-He seemed the less intimidating and a preferable choice in that moment-Emeriel threw weary glances at the scarred lord. "I have heard rumors about Urekai." "What exactly did you hear?" Lord Ottai asked. "They are said to be deadly, unpredictable and almost feral in their actions." " Emeriel listed off on his fingers as he rambled. "Their mating habits are said to be as brutal as their killings, and while they have bl**dhosts, they prefer to drain humans' bl**d. And, after their king ran wild, they-" "Terrific. Just what I needed to hear," Lord Vladya added in a dry tone. Lord Ottai, still somewhat amused, spoke up, "I will leave the briefing to Lord Vladya. I need to attend to the council." What!? Please do not leave me with him! Emeriel almost shouted. But he bit his lips hard, restraining himself. Lord Vladya, however, did not hold back. "Think again, Lord Ottai. There is no way I will-" "Would you prefer Lord Zaiper handle the briefing then?" Lord Ottai asked quietly. A muscle twitched on Lord Vladya's jaw and he gave Emeriel a hard look, as if actually considering the option. Lord Ottai must have picked up on that, quickly adding, "You know you don't want that to happen. Besides, let us not forget the favor you owe me. Remember that?" Lord Vladya glared at him, and Lord Ottai offered a wolfish smile. "I believe it's time to collect. You do the briefing. Off I go." With that, Lord Ottai strode away, exuding an air of sophistication with every step. Finally, Emeriel and Lord Vladya stood facing each other. "Come." Lord Vladya began walking, and Emeriel fell into step behind him. "Forget whatever rumors may have spread in the human realm. Some may hold a grain of truth, but most are truly bizarre." Lord Vladya looked mildly annoyed. "However, I will not delve into the vast knowledge of our kind, for it is too extensive to cover. Instead, I will share the parts that pertain to your sister's presence here." Emeriel braced himself. "Five hundred years ago, and even before that, my people and humans coexisted peacefully. Grand King Daemonikai made sure of that." Grand King Daemonikai. The mere mention of the name had goosebumps spreading on Emeriel's skin, knees quaking in barely-concealed fear. One of the oldest Urekai to have ever existed, his reputation was known throughout the world, even to a child born in present times. He wasn't just one of the four rulers, he was the very first. The ultimate ruler. His power and strength were legendary. Some even suggested he couldn't be k*lled. That name, Daemonikai, was one that struck terror into the hearts of every species existing in this world. "His son, Alvin, made friends with a human prince." Lord Vladya continued. "During a conversation over a glass of champagne, Alvin, in a drunken state, told the prince the secrets of our people. The Eclipse Moon night." "A night when the Urekai were naturally stripped of their power and strength by the moon, right?" Emeriel asked, wondering if the rumors were true. "It comes every five hundred years, rendering you lots incredibly weak. Weaker than a newborn baby. Vulnerable to attack." The scarred Urekai stopped and eyed Emeriel, nodding before walking again. "What Alvin didn't know was the prince's father used his son to gather information about us. King Memphis had his eyes set on our land. To make a long story short, the humans breached our defenses and attacked us on the Eclipse Moon night, inflicting significant damage upon our kingdom." A shadow crossed Lord Vladya's eyes. "Many of our people were killed. The survival of the Urekai was largely due to the efforts of the four rulers, particularly Daemonikai." He looked distant, as if he could see that night playing out before him. "Daemonikai exerted every ounce of his strength to save his people. Sacrificed everything he had...knowing the consequences it would bring." Consequences? Emeriel suddenly felt bad. The humans regarded that night as a victory. Talked about it as a great achievement. But hearing it now, it was nothing short of barbaric. "After that night, everything changed," Lord Vlayda said. "Many Urekai lost their bondmates and children. Those who remained were hardened by the loss. Even our revenge did nothing to ease the pain in our hearts." "Your kind almost decimated the human population, forcing many into hiding." Emeriel couldn't keep the bitterness off his tone. "The Urekai took numerous slaves and nearly depleted the human lands of their females. And it did nothing?" As those chilling eyes once again stared at him. Emeriel snapped his mouth shut. "Then, Grand King Daemonikai gave in to his beast and went mad. His mind was completely lost, has remained so for the past five hundred years. The very people he sacrificed everything to protect are now in danger from him." Lord Vladya turned a corner. "The beast breaks free periodically, going on ruthless, brutal killing sprees. To prevent further loss, the beast is confined here in Ravenshadow." Okay... that sounded like a good idea. What was the problem? "But, confinement alone is not enough. Our inner beasts require two basic substance to survive: bl**d and s*x," Lord Vladya surveyed Emeriel with a piercing gaze. "And that is where your sister comes in." Emeriel grew unease. He did not like where this was going. "Princess Aekeira will fulfill the beast's s*xual needs. That is why she was acquired. As for you, since I have no use for you, both of you belong to the beast," Lord Vladya asserted firmly. "What?" The disbelieving whisper tore from Emeriel. "Surely, y-you can't mean that." "Tell Princess Aekeira to present to the beast. If she presents well, who knows? She might survive another day. I care little for the outcome." Emeriel collapsed to his knees, tears blurring his vision. "Please, Lord Vladya, don't subject her to this. To be a s*xual slave? To a beast...the king's beast? My sister will die!!" He screamed, his words tainted with anger. Lord Vladya did not bat an eyelash. "Good luck trying to run away from Ravenshadow. For every attempt, you will be met with fifty lashes of the whip." With that, he turned on his heel, stridingpassed terror, and Emeriel surged after him, but the Urekai soldiers blocked his path. "Who do you think you are!?" Emeriel screamed. "Do you consider yourself so all-powerful that you can dictate the fate of living beings!? You are nothing more than beasts! You're a monster, Lord Vladya!" Lord Vladya halted at the doorway, casting a glance over his shoulder. "That is a compliment, human prince. And to you, it is Grand Lord Vladya." Emeriel froze. Grand Lord? As in, one of the four rulers of the Urekai, that GRAND LORD!? Holy light-gods, we're doomed. Chapter 6 SERVING THE BEAST The night had descended upon them. Aekeira's face turned pale upon hearing everything from Emeriel. She had not uttered a single word in hours. Instead, tears streamed down her eyes. Emeriel could hardly recognize Aekeira after the "treatment" Livia had given her. Aekeira was incredibly beautiful, well-groomed, and all dressed up in that scanty piece of nothing. He despised the purpose behind her transformation and dreaded the impending arrival of the Urekai guards, who would soon take her away. "Let us escape," Emeriel suggested urgently. "This place is vast, and-" Aekeira shook her head. "I cannot risk your life, Em. Grand Lord Vladya warned you about the severe consequences of attempting to escape. Moreover, if we're caught, they will undoubtedly discover your secret when they strip you down to whip you. It is simply not an option." Emeriel approached his sister and shook her firmly. "Pull yourself together, Aekeira! You will be forced to serve a UREKAI in its BEAST FORM! One that has lost its sanity and has remained feral for over five hundred years! You cannot subject yourself to such a fate! You will die if you do this!" he screamed. "We have no other choice!" Aekeira screamed right back, "I will not put you in danger, Emeriel. Can't you understand? You are my younger sister. Our parents risked everything to protect you, and I will do everything in my power to do the same. Not because you are a burden, but because I am your elder sister, and I love you dearly!" Emeriel bit his lip, struggling to hold back tears. "And who will protect you, Aekeira? Who will ensure your safety?" Aekeira's desperate arms grasped Emeriel, as she gazed into his eyes. "They must never discover you are a girl, Emeriel. Never! Neither the humans nor the Urekais must find out." The door swung open, announcing Livia's return, accompanied by the young girl, Amie, and another group of Urekai soldiers. "It is time. Let us proceed," Livia declared as her eyes widened. "It is inadvisable for you to touch her now. You do not want to leave your scent on her. Release her immediately." "What do you mean? What will happen if I touch my sister?" Emeriel asked, quickly pulling away. "The beast must not detect any other scent on her. If it smells a scent it hates, it may become even more brutal–might even tear her apart. That is why you must not touch her, Emeriel." Livia nodded for the men to escort Aekeira out of the room, and Emeriel followed. The journey was long and silent, involving a lot of twists and turns. They passed by human slaves and Urekai maids within the vast fortress, but as they approached their destination, the faces grew scarce, and the surroundings became eerily quiet. Fear and goosebumps crept over Emeriel as they entered a haunting corridor. A strange sensation fell over Emeriel, and the silence became almost deafening. It felt as though they were walking through a graveyard. "This is as far as we go," Livia whispered at the entrance of the hallway. You can proceed from here, Aekeira." Emeriel ignored the head maid's words about not touching his sister and gripped Aekeira's arm tightly. "Don't do it," he pleaded, shaking his head vehemently. Aekeira did not turn to look at him, as she gently pulled her hand away and continued forward. ** Back at their chambers, Emeriel began to pace. He scratched his arm, feeling restless and irritable. All he wanted was for his sister to remain alive until the next day. Whether she was wounded or in pain, it didn't matter, as long as she was alive. It might have been selfish of him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. But as he paced, Emeriel felt really, really strange. Hot. So hot. As if he was burning from the inside... ...... What happens next? 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