I quiver as he snakes his arm around my waist with his lips behind my ear whispering, "So what would you say about my proposal, Zelda?" 

   Peering into his eyes with a smile on my lips, I entangle him in a hug and plunge the knife at his back taking him by surprise. Slowly, he goes limp in my arms falling on his knees before me while staring at me and not uttering a word.

   Leaning forward, I give him a peck as a tear escapes from my eyes.

 "I'm sorry, either way it's meant to come to this." I say giving a him final look before twisting the knife further at his back, leaving him to bleed to death.

*****

   Griselda Capell, a seemingly average young lady with hidden abilities has only one ambition in life, 'to become successful and find a way to live happily ever after'. Her dreams come crashing down when she's sold off to the Royal pure blooded Garcia's family as a mistress to the heir, Aidan.


   Slowly, she entertains the idea that life with Aidan doesn't seem all bad as they rather slowly fall in love. Soon, her hidden abilities are slowly discovered and harnessed, with emissaries of the Venine temple whisking her away and intimating of her role and destiny in life. 


  Plots, twists and turns ensue as her destiny which she's expected to fulfill is in stark contrast with Aidan's, which harshly drifts them apart and turns her into a version of herself she had never dreamt of, a monster as some may call her.

   With a mass of powers at the tip of her fingers, tons of army at her command, Griselda turns out to be Aidan's most dreaded enemy, fear and weakness.


A entrancing tale of love and hate, lovers to enemies, both expected to do away with each other, which will survive?

The cold stone of the hallway is a relief against my flushed skin, the heat and energy still rushes through me and I feel overwhelmed.


 I walk, but I don't know where I'm going, but I still go ahead. My heart beats frantically like a drum in my chest. The image of Alina's blood spilling onto the marble floor is ingrained on my mind. The feel of Valerine's throat is still in my hands which is wierd because I didn't touch her physically.


 I see red, and I don't mean the blood. It's the rage and the power. It feels so good. That's the terrifying part. It felt so good to see the fear in Valerine's eyes and her eyes darting in a silent plea. It felt good to take control, to show them what a Gilmorsh can do. I'm terrified with my feelings.


Chapter 68 - Chapter 68