Her Unwanted Prince Husband

w me onto a plush sofa, the force of it knocking the wind out of me. I scrambled to sit up, my hand instinctively

ad with one hand, his strength overwhelming. "Stop? You come to me, begging. You fall into my arms, crying. Is this

ng. I was a trapped animal, and the fear was so intense it made me nauseous. He stared down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. I saw t

show me that you're truly sorry for the past two years." He released my wrists, and I immediately curled into a ball, trying to make myself smaller. He s

itor's death was unbearable. I couldn't let that happen. But how could I do what he was asking? I was pregnant. Dr. Miller had warned me to avoid any s

r to drink a potion to get rid of the child. She died along with her baby. The story sent a chill through me. If Finn knew I was pregnant with his child, a child he had al

t. It was my father's life or my pride. The choice was no choice at all. "Wait!" I cried out, my voice hoarse. He paused, his back st

imply. I forced myself to uncurl, to sit up straight. My hands shook as I reached for the buttons on my dress. My fingers were clumsy, fumbling with the fabric. I felt like

erness. He had been so gentle then, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid of hurting me. He had whispered my name, and for a fleeting mome

o. As I finally managed to undo the last button, he suddenly moved. He lunged forward, grabbing me and throwing me onto the bed. The world spun, and before I

pain and humiliation were too much. My vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges. The last thing I

heap on the floor. For a wild, hopeful moment, I thought it had all been a terrible nightmare. But then he walked back into th

t was offered. That doesn't mean I owe you anything." He tossed a small pouch of gold onto the bed. "This is for your troubles. Now get dressed and get out of my