Chapter 21

Elijah was one sinister man, playing games with mind, slowly trapping the other person in webs of his lies and gentleman facade before he hit the other person straight on their weakness. A mastermind he is, knowing when to lure his prey with sweet words and when to use the power to defeat them.

And he didn't wish to use his power on Amara. Fragile prey can be defeated easily through sweet manipulation and if they don't then the world is a witness that how cruel the Suvillians can get to those who dared to refuse them.

"How are you feeling, Amara?" He asked, tilting his head. Amara clutched her dress in a fist, the fear of being alone with him making her heart drop to her stomach.

Elijah saw the fear in her eyes and the scared expression on her face. "Don't be scared, I will not hurt you." He said but the fear in her eyes didn't waver. "Not until you obey my words and do as I say." His words made her gulp, her heart pounding inside her chest loudly.

"I will be straight to the point, little girl. You are carrying the heir of Suvillian, the heir who will be the future leader and he won't be born out of wedlock. My grandson will be born as legitimate, through a wedlock and you will have to marry Killian for it." He commanded.