Chapter 11

“If you don’t love me, why are you keeping me here? Let me go” Atarah yelled at the man in front of her while wiping her tears.

“I’m keeping you here because I want you.” Kalon grabbed her from her hand and threw her against the wall.

“Oh… why did I forget that a great king will never fall in love with a filthy maid, just only for desire” Atarah’s lips curled upwards to a painful smile.

“Yes, a king will never love a maid” Kalon uttered, he lifted her head and made her face him.

He loved her but she was unworthy. He was the king, and she was just a maid. A nobody. She would never be fit to sit next to him on the throne.

It didn’t matter how innocent, beautiful or intelligent she was. She would never be accepted. He would never accept her. But he craved her body so he would take it. He would take it until he was satisfied.

Mirela closed the book and let out a deep sigh, the time has passed and it was almost three in the evening. She didn’t feel tim