MINISTER CORNET'S POV
It was the day of Isabella's funeral. Rain poured down in torrents from the sky as the priest said the final blessings and instructed the men to begin lowering her body into the ground.
The sky was dark and the clouds hanging below the heavens were heavy. I watched carefully as Isabella's body was lowered down into the grave finally. Not a single tear drop escaped from my eyes. I had cried enough for the dead. What I had to do now was simple - I had to avenge her and protect our children.
That bastard, Zayn! If he had agreed to give me his damn blood, my wife would have still been alive today. I could still remember vividly the last night I had seen her alive. She wanted to die that night but I had pleaded with her. I had promised her that I would schedule a meeti
