33\u2013Madeline\u2019s Diary\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Flashback\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is she doing here?\u201d I asked my father. My fists clenched, and my eyes narrowed at the young woman standing beside him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I stood there alone, my father wrapped his arm around that woman, and my fists tightened even more at the sight. Penny was much younger than my father, and was greedy. Not only that, she was the woman my mother had caught him in bed with before she ended her own life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back then, I was very young. My mother was still alive, and this woman was probably only nineteen. It was disgusting, and it left a scar on my heart. Hearing that my father was introducing her again in such a way was too much for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you trying to say?\u201d I demanded, anger rising in my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAll I\u2019m saying is that I am marrying Penny,\u201d my father replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as he said that, heat rushed to my head and anger consumed me. He had called me to meet him in an emergency only to give me this terrible news.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had been having an amazing night for the first time in years. I felt good, like I had a chance to move forward, to become a better version of myself, or maybe to have someone I could finally cherish.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But that was taken away from me by my father\u2019s selfish desires, which he threw right in my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you had stopped seeing her after Mom died!\u201d I shouted, tears burning my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The woman stepped aside, looking completely bored. She had stayed as my father\u2019s mistress in secret then. And now, she had finally managed to secure herself a position that would earn her a crown of respect she didn\u2019t deserve.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you acting like this so out of the blue?\u201d my father asked. \u201cI thought your friend must have told you,\u2018 the minute my dad mentioned Madeline, I lost it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stepped closer to grab my father\u2019s collar, but he inched back, pointing at me. His warriors were already prepared to attack. After all, he was still the ruling Alpha\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYour friend knew, and she didn\u2019t tell you?\u201d my father questioned again, his tone cold enough to freeze my blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no way she knew and didn\u2019t tell me,\u201d I hissed, defending her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was the first time Penny laughed, and her laughter made my father chuckle too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, it seems like you don\u2019t know her at all then,\u201d he sneered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeline knew about us, and I told her not to tell you anything. You can even check the security footage. You\u2019ll see her standing in front of me and Penny while I\u2019m all over Penny. It\u2019s not my fault she chose to stay quiet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked and continued, \u201cIt seems Madeline knew that if she told you the truth, she\u2019d lose my support. Then I would never let her hover around you. So she chose her own comfort instead of the truth.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The taunting tone in my father\u2019s voice, mixed with Penny\u2019s laughter, shattered me completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t just that he had lied for so long or that he didn\u2019t care about my mother\u2019s death, it was also that my best\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
friend had helped him hide the truth from me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
End Of Flashback:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUm, Your Highness, here\u2019s the file.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A maid left the file on my table before walking away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not bringing work home, are you?\u201d Kaylee asked, stepping out of the bathroom. Her gaze shifted from the file to the maid leaving the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She hurried to the door and slammed it shut, making sure no one else would come in to hand me more work.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grabbed the file tiredly and stared at it blankly. It was just an excuse to avoid engaging with Kaylee.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is going on? Why are you so indifferent toward me?\u201d she questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed in a tiny silk nightie.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even her panties were visible beneath it. Normally, that kind of sight would drive me wild, but things were changing,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cKaylee, it\u2019s nothing. I\u2019m just worried about this sickness. There are children dying,\u201d I replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe my tone came out too defensive, because the moment I spoke, she raised her eyebrows and shook her head slightly, as if to confirm she\u2019d heard me right.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, but what is this behavior?\u201d she pressed, malding me roll my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? I\u2019m just existing. Can you stop finding issues in everything I do?\u201d I complained, watching sadness settle in her expression\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know why I was doing this. She meant a lot to me. So why was I ruining our relationship over something that had happened in the past?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I want a baby,\u201d she said suddenly, placing her hands in her lap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slammed the file shut and rolled my eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? I can\u2019t even ask you for intimacy now?\u201d she protested, her voice cracking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Our relationship wasn\u2019t like the usual ones between Alphas and their mates. For us, it was more of an arranged marriage, a decision made by my father.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the time, he was fascinated with his best friend, Mr. Robinson, the man who had helped him hide his affair from my mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mr. Robinson probably thought my father would always have his back. But Mr. Robinson didn\u2019t know he was pledging loyalty to a man who didn\u2019t understand loyalty at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once my father gained more trusted men and realized that Mr. Robinson no longer held any leverage over his secrets, he grew tired of him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, my father\u2019s constant pressure on Kaylee and me to give him a grandchild began weighing on Mr. Robinson too. Every time his daughter cried to him, it broke him a little more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what\u2019s going to happen, Kaylee,\u201d I said sharply. \u201cWe\u2019ll try, then take a test. It\u2019ll come out negative, and you\u2019ll fall into another depression. I don\u2019t want that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2.3\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hissed the last words, slamming the file onto the table before standing up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cReally? Are you sure that\u2019s the reason you don\u2019t want intimacy? Or is it because she\u2019s back?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words hit me hard, stopping me mid\u2013step. I had been walking toward the window when the air in the room shifted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned to her, stunned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I\u2019d never figure it out?\u201d she demanded. \u201cI saw those pages from the diary you tried to hide for years.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She rose from the bed, glaring at me with fury. Then she turned, opened the bedside drawer, and pulled out two pages I\u2019d hoped no one would ever see.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Madeline\u2019s diary, isn\u2019t it?\u201d she hissed, holding the papers up. \u201cShe talks about you in detail, doesn\u2019t she?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words made my heart pound violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you share the same feelings with her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as she asked that, I lunged forward, snatching the papers from her hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow dare you go through my things?\u201d I growled, glaring into her eyes as I loomed over her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby\u2019s writing style is bold and irresistible\u2014perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.<\/p>\n
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