Chapter 4

Mary's POV

So I'd begun to slowly fall for the antics of lust, I was falling for George although he isn't my husband. I wanted to do this and get out of there as soon as my sister returned but things didn't turn out the way I wanted it to be.

I shut my eyes tight, tears stream forth. As I open it slowly, I discover I'm alone in the room, I rise immediately. "Where's he? Prince George!" I called out. "Fuck!" I'm beginning to have goosebumps. Remembering the threats of sending me to jail and execution makes me scared the most.

I hasten over putting on my clothes. There's light in the room, and my eyes are directed to the clock on the wall. Dot midnight. "Hmm," I breathe heavily. It isn't safe to leave to my house at this time. I wonder why he wouldn't just pity me and ask me to stay till tomorrow, then I can return even if it's another room.

So I keep climbing down the stairs carefully, slowly, and steadily, all of a sudden, I find some men dressed in black and with huge black glasses. This seems to be a private police. They were owned by top members of the royal family but recently, there have been cases of human rights violation coming from them. They are the scariest sect that has ever existed, probably because they don't know what the law is, they relate with people based on their brutal desires.

"I'm fucking finished!" I sink to my knees, right now, it's so weak that I can't stand it. From the darkness of the stairs, George appears.

"You think you can fucking come into my presence to deceive me into thinking you're my mate? I'll deal with you so well you'd never try that again should you come out alive."

"I'm sorry, please........" I'm even on my knees, my heart is shaking, no longer beating like that of a normal human being. I feel it will rip open. Before I could say my next word, I'm being dragged off so rudely, I guess I've gotten some injuries on my knees as it starts to hurt.

Wondering where they are taking me increases my fear. Outside of the estate was great darkness. "Oh God!" I'm crying deep within, the stench of fear and death encircles me.

"Has it gotten to the point of him treating me this way?" I question myself.

To my bad, I said this out loud without realizing it. Upon receiving a sound slap from one of the hideous officers, who are known to be ruthless, I realize what I'd just said.

"Who gives you the authority to question His Highness, the prince when you decided to play the fool of him? Have you forgotten that the penalty for impersonation of any member of the royal family is execution by lethal injection?"

I shriek. I nearly passed out.

"So this is where you are taking me to?" Silence takes over, the aura is deadly. Though I'd summoned the courage to ask this question no one answered. What the officer just said last washes over my brain.

"Am I being taken to receive the lethal injection?" I shriek in shock, my knees seem to dissolve as I can't even feel some part of my body, this shock is real. The journey continues in silence and darkness. I did wrong, if not that it was to save my sister's marriage I wouldn't do that.

Hot tears began to stream from my eyes seeing where my destination was leading to. Death. Even when this wasn't the government-approved police, the execution was approved by the royal family who are the official government here in San Marino.

After a while, it seems the Hilux we are driving in wants to approach a certain location, and it turns. I sense the end is here. I've been hearing stories of their headquarters where they carry out their treacherous act ordered by the royal family on their offenders, in those cases they didn't want the public to know, never had I thought that one day I'd be among these people handed over to them to be executed.

I just slide my hands together in prayer, who knows if I'll be given this chance, I'm about to say some words in my mind when a phone rings. It's not mine! I forgot to take it from the bedroom, it must be one of the officers. My mind flashes back, and George's screams woke up his five-month-old son. I can remember him crying as I was going off in fear. This cry haunts me, all together making me scared to death here.

Who knows if it's George calling and he's asking them to inject me as soon as we get there?

"Officer, turn around, take her to the prison facility instead! I have my reasons." The call was on speaker, my eyes open so wide, with my jaws dropping that I had to use my hands to cover my mouth.

What's going on? Did anything happen to my sister?

At this point, I can't think of myself alone, my thoughts begin to go in different directions, why does he need to perform an investigation? Is he doubting what Prince Alex told him?

Or

Has something happened to my sister?

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***Five days later***

It's just a normal afternoon in prison, since I'm a prisoner on parole, I can walk freely, and visit the various facilities owned by the prison, one of which I love visiting the most is the garden. Prince George said he wanted to put me here while he made more investigation on his mate, at least I'm glad I'm not a dead person which I would have been if he hadn't changed his mind on the lethal injection.

I'm sitting on the bench, enjoying the cold breeze coming from the west when all of a sudden my eyes redirect me towards the entrance of the female prison. I saw a tall, huge man standing with the Chief Officer, the lady in charge of the female department. His structure looks familiar, upon sighting him, I realize it's Prince George.

"What's he doing here?"

I rise immediately hoping to move ahead, perhaps out of the garden to somewhere far away. There's no other person he's here for apart from me, except his mate is here but she isn't here. My sister can't be here and I wouldn't see her. There are over three hundred inmates here and being a prisoner on parole, I've seen almost all of them except those serial killers who are locked away in a separate area.

"Mary!" I heard my name.

I freeze on the spot.

"Oh God!" Since my body can't cope with this sudden shock, I begin to shake, I feel like my legs would fail me and I'd collapse into the group. I could hear his hefty steps heading towards me. I was too stiff to turn around to face him, I didn't even know what he wanted.

My breath is going pretty slower than normal. I guess I'm a walking corpse, power rested on his hand, who knows what he's up to, coming down here.

My body stiffens the more as I feel his body warmth behind my back, his hands slowly encircling me from the back, over my breasts. Swiftly, I turn around as my eyes widen in shock.

"What do you think you are doing?" I bark, not caring if he's the prince or not. I'm being haunted by his past orders to get me injected to death. My eyes turn fierce, making him shift back in shock. I'm just getting to react to these anger hormones within me, without realizing it.

Within me, amusement is also sailing in. If someone would tell me I'd talk to the prince this way, I wouldn't believe it.

"Come with me!" His voice is quite pleading and authoritative at the same time. After this, he remains in his stance, staring calmly at me, his gaze moves me. I can't stand here, having him stare at me so innocently like he isn't the one who caused my predicament. He's trying to prove innocent and I can't take that from him. Then aside from not wanting him to stare at me, I can't wait to see what's going on with my sister. We are twins, so she's just like a soulmate to me, we can't stay for a long time without seeing or talking to each other. I miss her voice, I miss her troubles.

It was another moment of suspense as I trod behind him, gazing at him with bad eyes. I get inside his car, he starts the car and zooms off. "Something must be wrong?" He's acting all strange.

Coming first to first with death and being asked to be released makes me so strong that I can look him in the face and say whatever I want to say. After all, what will I be afraid of again which is greater than death?

"Where are you taking me to?"