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Trapped for Eternity

Currently on hold. "Where do you think you are running off to?" Alastair asked with an evil smirk on his face. "I-I..." Samantha stuttered, trying to come up with an answer and not daring to meet the King in the eye. "Take your time, my dear. We have all the time in the world." "I want to go." "And where do you want to go?" "Home." "Oh, Samantha darling. Let's get one thing straight. This is your home now and you are not going anywhere, not when I am here." "But I do not want to hurt you again, Alastair." "Ohh, darling. The only way you will ever hurt me is when you leave me and that is one thing I will never allow you to do. You are mine, eternity." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alastair Drayce has been searching for years for Samantha as she is said to bring the change of fates, according to a prophecy. And the first thing he does after finding her is to bring her to his castle, his home, under his protection. Wanting to save the most powerful man in the kingdom from her destructive self, Samantha hatches a plan to escape. But why is it that every time she tries to flee, she ends up right in his arms? Coincidence? Once: Accepted, Twice: Questionable, Thrice: Not anymore. Why does her escape plan go wrong with him around and most important of all, what is he hiding? Also, what does Alastair want from Samantha that lasts for eternity? A prophecy has been made. An angel has been found. And two lost souls have united. Now, how are Alastair and Samantha destined to bring the change of fates? Read their story to find out more. The cover picture does not belong to me. ------------------------------------------- Join my discord server to know more about chapter updates. Discord: https://discord.gg/rPCgMp9MCH Instagram: prada_murthy Facebook: Prada Murthy

prada_murthy · Fantasia
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Frightful truth

The servant stared at the unconscious man lying on the ground with no change in his expressions. He had already expected this for he knew what the old Duke was suffering from. His medical expertise was what made his Lord appoint him to take care of the wicked man who did not have even an ounce of humanity. It was due to him and his decisions that both he and his Lord were suffering, and it only pleased the servant to see the old Duke suffer.

He placed the tray on the table behind him, squatted beside the unconscious man and observed his pale face. "Do you know how much I hate you, Duke Zale?" He mumbled as he held his wrist to check his pulse.

It was only when he was certain that the old man would not be dying anytime soon did he let go of his hand. "In just one night, I lost everything. Not only I, but even my Lord also lost everything, and it was because of you and the man who ordered you to plan the assassin attack."