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“Why did you leave?”

“I studied my way out of the cage he built for me. He made me attend college, but in the end, it backfired. I figured out what he was doing to me, and I decided to abandon him. He’s sick. He… He came to my office as I was leaving to come to the palace.” She sniffles, and I want nothing but to touch her. I know she needs space. She’s vulnerable. She’ll come to me when she’s ready. I say all that, but I know that it’s pussy. I should man up and save her from her hell.

Croaking, Ivy goes on, “He’s on Katantia, and he won’t leave unless I go with him. I haven’t seen him since he came to my office, but… I can’t deal. I didn’t sleep last night. I can’t hold in any food. I’m paranoid that he’ll burst inside and drag me to California. I felt your presence, but I couldn’t shake off the suspicion.”

She clears her throat. “I came to the palace, but Måns wouldn’t let me in.”

I roll my eyes at that piece of shit. “I’ll deal with him when I see him. I didn’t give them the order to block your entrance. I wanted you there, Ivy. All hell broke loose. The family and I had a fight. I quit my job.”

“You… What?” Confused, she blinks up at me.

“I’m without a job. And homeless.”

“Where did you stay last night?” she asks, her voice as clear as day. I see the strain in her eyes and the faint shudder of her muscles. She works hard to appear tough right now, to be my good little doe.

She’s on the verge of collapse, and I must take care of her before she fades entirely.

“I stayed here. I didn’t really do much else other than worry about you,” I tell her, and I can see a faint gleam in her eye. “I wasn’t going to let you be kidnapped by anyone. I worried about where you were.”

Ivy sighs, lowering her gaze. She stares at her thighs, her fingers folded on her lap now. Her hair is messed up, the roots growing darker every day.

We’ve both been a mess. I don’t know if I should celebrate that even our downfalls are in sync.

“So, they let you go, and now you’re protecting me?” she bluntly asks.

I nod.

“I’m glad you’re protecting me. I wouldn’t ever betray you the way they did. I’ve been ashamed. I don’t deserve your protection, your affection… I deserve to be taken away to California. I played along, Jordan. I thought it was meant to be. It was hot for a while, fucking somebody so forbidden until I realized what a disgusting pig he was… We hid it from everybody. I’m sure he discussed it with his old pig friends, the ones who always gawked at my tits when we were at social gatherings… I brought this upon myself. Fylox didn’t ask to be kidnapped and sold into sexual slavery at eight. Neither did Ignas. I went along with Hugh because it benefitted me to be under his wing.”

“Don’t compare yourself to Fylox and Ignas,” I say. “Those are two different situations. It’s your own unique trauma. Don’t play it down.”

She shook next to me, her sobs a torture.

“Let’s get you something to eat, and then we’ll go to bed, okay? You need to rest.”

Ivy nods, but I know it’ll take much more than some fast food to help her get past Hugh Abbott.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

IVY

I sit nextto Jordan while he orders our food in a drive-through, but I fiddle with my shirt endlessly, unable to drift into peace. I can’t forget Kamila’s face when she surprised me at my office.

After I didn’t show up to the Wraith royals’ family dinner for Jordan, Kamila came over for an unexpected session today.

A bully session.

And I was the victim.

Kamila Ruby Wraith put on a dress that pointed out her pregnant body to anyone and everyone. Her skin glowed, and her hair was a mess but in a sexy way, a way only the Queen of Katantia could pull off. The woman sitting by my desk and staring me down was owned by not one but two men. She looked like it, unnervingly confident. Did she think her pussy was made from gold?

Ninety percent of Katantia seem to think so. Add half the population of the US. Alex is being propositioned by groupies and IG models every day he spends at work, winning games and being the perfect end game for gold diggers. He doesn’t cower. He doesn’t break. Alex Winters doesn’t have any cheating scandals under his belt.

And Kamila Ruby Wraith always remembers that.

She’s certain it’ll stay that way, too.

Fylox dominates her body, but Kamila owns her husband’s and her boyfriend’s souls.

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