Chapter 15
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Sovia’s POV
“You look beautiful.” Janova beamed the moment I stepped out from the car, parked right outside a fancy boutique.
Only elites of society shopped here.
In my past life, when I saw the wedding dress I got from Veil—the name of the brand—I was too stunned to speak.
So grateful and touched, I burst into tears because I thought Janova cared.
Now it was no different, only this time he was accompanying me himself.
Today, without any memories of the past, what was going to happen today?
Janova’s hand was stretched out, those dark eyes stayed on mine, waiting for me to reach his side.
I did, though my footsteps slowed for just a moment before I walked past him.
“Sovia!”
Janova groaned from behind, already trying to match my pace.
“Why are you acting this way?” I didn’t respond. He snatched my arm—hard—pulling me to his side and resting a hand on my shoulder.
“You should be grateful. I’m volunteering to be here for you. A prince, offering to serve you himself personally, and you act this way.”
I scoffed.
Was it always like this?
Arrogant and so obviously out of his mind.
I had spent ten years of my life chasing Janova. How could I never have known?
Or maybe it was because I never refused him.
Whatever he wanted—I gave.
“Listen to me…”
Approaching footsteps made the words falter inside my mouth.
Sunlight glared off the figure, yet a cold sweat broke across my back as those familiar eyes landed on mine—cold and intense.
I swallowed.
A deep red coat framed the suit he wore, pairs of gold rings circling some of his fingers.
His inner sleeve was undone, leaving open his pale skin.
This dark leather choker locked over his luscious neck.
Dominance was like a charm he wielded, and it was suffocating.
Magnetic enough to pull anyone. Including me.
Janova pressed his hand on my shoulder, a subtle reminder that he was still here.
I couldn’t care less.
Initially, Prince Zadekiah was a choice I made because of my fate. But now, I might start to consider other things.
That’s if this man stopped acting like a rock.
“You’re also here too.”
A smile trying to form over my lips paused when I saw Blossom in front of me.
Her bright eyes blinked casually with interest.
I frowned.
What was she doing here?
I was too focused on Zadekiah that I forgot to take in the figure beside him.
Zadekiah dipped his hand into his pocket, stopping a few paces away.
Janova stepped forward, blocking me from Zadekiah’s gaze. “What are you doing here?”
Janova lifted his eyes from me to his brother.
His lips only tightened, then he said, “Wedding dress.”
So Zadekiah was going to marry Blossom, and I was going to marry Janova?
This was nerve-wracking even more than I thought.
“Wedding dress?” Janova mumbled.
Blossom nodded. “His Majesty said we will be getting married on the same day as you.”
It slammed hard against my chest as she grabbed my hand. Her perfectly shaped teeth glittered under the sunlight.
“We will be sisters. Can I call you…” Her voice trailed with intention as she mumbled, “Sis.”
It slammed hard against my chest. Memories of our first life flashed. She had said those words “sis”after Janova framed me for hurting his mistress.
“I only have one sister and you can never be her.” I snatched my hand away. Her touch felt like a burn on my skin.
A sharp pant tore from my lips. I closed a hand over the place she held.
Janova brushed past me and held Blossom quickly before she fell.
My gaze sharpened at the sight.
“Blossom, are you okay?” He asked, searching her body for any sign of injury.
I clenched my fist.
Wasn’t this the same person unwilling to let me go yesterday? Now he was caring for her, in front of me. Just like he did before.
These two were indeed the bane of my existence.
I swallowed, letting the sight engrave itself inside my head.
Because deep down, beneath everything, a tiny piece hoped that if Blossom was with someone else, Janova might not have any reason to take my life.
But no, he didn’t just end my life because of her.
He did it because I lost my usefulness.
“A broken glass can’t be used, so it’s worthless and will be discarded.” His voice echoed clear as day.
“Your mate is standing there. And you’re fawning over another woman.” Zadekiah clicked his tongue, letting his eyes shift onto mine.
Janova released Blossom’s shoulder, clearing his throat.
“Sovia, you shouldn’t have pushed Blossom. She is the daughter…”
“Of the Chaldean chief,” I clipped, nodding. “Got it.”
I walked past them, letting my pace linger close enough to Zadekiah.
His jaw locked, but his eyes were steady.
His musk scent hit me first, dark pine and raw storm charged power wrapped in an alluring perfume, making my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin.
Moon Goddess, what was happening to me.
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I was here with Janova, but somehow all he did was walk with Blossom.
Zadekiah was nowhere to be found. It was more like he disappeared the moment we stepped inside.
“Your Highness—welcome. What can we get you and the young lady?”
“We want a…”
I turned away from them before I could hear the rest.
Fearing my heart might not be able to take it.
Where was Zadekiah?
Narrowing my eyes across the space, warmth from the fabric coursed through my nose.
A part of me wished Lydia was here. She was always good at dressing up.
“Good day, miss.”
There was no one, but I could hear a tiny voice.
It was a little boy, holding a red rose.
He stretched it out, a smile on his face. “Miss, you’ve been frowning. Take a flower to cheer you up.”
I blinked.
Whose child was this?
Before I could ask, he pressed the rose into my palm and ran off.
“Hey!”
I tried to call him back, but he was nowhere to be found.
Neither was Blossom or Janova.
I stared down at the flower, the soft velvet petals brushing my fingertips as their sweet, delicate scent filled my nose. Roses had always been my favourite—soft, delightful, beautiful to gaze upon.
I twirled the flower in my palm.
But with time, they always withered and died.
In this life, I refused to be like this rose. Weak.
I stretched out the rose, ready to let it go.
Thump! Thump!
My eyes snapped up to see Zadekiah standing there, his gaze cold and lifeless, lips pressed into a thin line. “So… are you going to toss and forget it too?”
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