Princess for brother

Chapter 15

Travis's condition was getting worse by the moment. His eyes grew increasingly hazy, his movements slow and uncertain, and his speech slurred and broken. Ashley became more and more aware that her brother was in danger, and her heart filled with anxiety and fear. She tried to talk to Travis, to find out what was going on with him, but he could barely focus on the conversation. His body gradually weakened, and he soon lost consciousness.

Ashley panicked. She looked around for help, but the guests were still having fun, oblivious to what was happening. Margaret and Thomas were also deep in conversation, oblivious to Travis's condition. Only Robert and Clara noticed that something was wrong.

Robert, who had been watching carefully all this time, realized that Travis was in serious danger. He approached it cautiously, trying to assess its condition. A plan of action was rapidly forming in his mind, but he knew that time was short and he needed to act quickly.

Clara, tormented by doubts and internal contradictions, also turned her attention to Travis. She saw Ashley trying to help her brother, but to no avail. She was still in love with George, but her suspicions of him were growing stronger and stronger.She began to put the facts together, and gradually realized that George might have been involved.

Meanwhile, George, seeing Travis pass out, allowed himself a small smile. His plan began to take shape. Now that the main enemy was out of action, he had the opportunity to be alone with Ashley and carry out his insidious plans. He waited patiently for the right moment to approach her while the others were distracted.

Ashley, gripped by fear and despair, didn't know what to do. She knew she had to protect her brother, but at the same time, she felt trapped. The palace that had once seemed like a safe haven for her was now a place of deadly danger.

George took advantage of the commotion to approach Ashley without being noticed. His eyes were full of predatory anticipation, and there was a soft note in his voice."Ashley, what happened to your brother?" Maybe I can help?

Ashley looked at him with disbelief and anger."Don't come near me! You... you did something to Travis!"

George pretended to be surprised.— What do you mean?" I don't know what you're talking about.

But she saw the answer in his eyes. She took a step back, feeling her body tighten with fear. George was slowly approaching, and she knew she was trapped to death.

Meanwhile, Robert tried Тревисаto revive Travis, but to no avail. He knew that he needed to find an antidote, or at least find out what exactly was mixed in the drink. But there wasn't much time, and he didn't know where to start.

Clara, torn between her love for George and her awareness of his treachery, decided to act. She walked over to Robert and said softly, " I don't know."I suspect George put something in Travis's drink. I'd seen him walk over to the drinks table just before Travis started feeling sick.

Robert looked at her gratefully.— Are you sure?" This can be very important.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I don't have any other explanation," Clara said.

They exchanged brief glances, knowing that they must now work together to save Travis and stop George.

Meanwhile, George continued to move closer to Ashley, and she could feel fear filling her soul. She knew she had to fight, had to find a way to stop him, but her strength was failing and her mind was clouding with terror.

The palace continued to live its own life: the guests were having fun, the music was getting louder, but for Ashley, Travis, George, Clara and Robert, the world narrowed to the point where the fate of each of them was decided. They were standing on the edge of a precipice, and no one knew what lay ahead.

The tension was building, and the air seemed to thicken with the expectation of something inevitable. Ashley felt that the fate of the Kembel family hung in the balance, and only her decisions depended on how events unfolded. But right now, she was powerless in the face of the guile and evil that lurked behind George's amiable mask.

George stopped a step away from Ashley, his gaze moving over her face as if assessing her prey. Ashley closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst, and in that moment, time seemed to stop. She could hear the distant sounds of music, the whispers of the guests, but it all seemed unreal, distant, and irrelevant to her fate.

And in her heart of hearts, she kept telling herself: "I have to fight. I have to protect my brother and myself." But her fear was stronger, and she didn't know if she was strong enough to stand up to George's treachery and cruelty.

Meanwhile, Robert and Clara worked out a plan to save Travis, unaware of the danger looming over Ashley. The palace still had its own life, but the shadow of the coming tragedy had already fallen on its walls, heralding the inevitable changes.

Ashley stood a step away from George, fear filling every cell in her body. His gaze was cold and calculating, and there wasn't an ounce of sympathy or tenderness in it. She knew that she was trapped and that there was no way out, and the thought made her even more afraid.

George slowly reached out and touched her shoulder. Ashley flinched as if she'd been electrocuted. His touch was repulsive to her, filling her soul with revulsion and horror. But she couldn't move, as if paralyzed by fear.

"You're completely at my mercy now, Ashley," George whispered, leaning close to her ear. His breath was heavy and fetid, and she almost gagged. "No one will know what happens here. No one will come to your rescue.

Ashley tried to back away, but ran into a wall. She was cornered, and now George could do whatever he wanted with her. Her heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. She could feel the sweat running down her face and knew that this was the end.

Meanwhile, the palace continued to live its own life. The guests were having fun, the music was getting louder, but for Ashley, the world narrowed down to this scary moment. She could hear distant voices, laughter, and music, but it all seemed unreal, distant, and irrelevant to her fate.

George began to approach slowly, his eyes burning with a predatory fire. Ashley closed her eyes, trying to block out the horror that awaited her. She told herself that she had to fight, that she had to find a way to stop him, but her strength was gone and her mind was clouded with fear.

In that moment, she thought of Travis, of how he had always protected her, how he had tried to make her life better. Thinking about her brother gave her strength, but it was too late. George was too close for her to do anything.

He grabbed her arm, yanked her hard, and pushed her against the wall. Ashley tried to resist, pushing at his chest, screaming, but her screams were drowned out by the noise of the party. No one heard her, no one came to help. She felt alone and helpless, and that desperation made her want to scream even louder.

George forced her to comply, and at that moment Ashley felt such deep horror and despair that it felt as if her soul was being torn apart. She fought to the last, but his strength was irresistible.

With each passing moment, her fear and pain grew stronger. She felt trampled, humiliated, destroyed. Her world was falling apart, and she didn't know if she would ever be able to put it back together again.

When it was over, Ashley was left lying on the floor, exhausted and broken. She stared into the void, unable to see anything around her, and felt tears running down her cheeks. Her soul was covered in darkness, and her heart was covered in ice.

George, satisfied with his victory, left the scene of the crime, leaving Ashley in her misery. He knew that he had power over her now, that she would never be able to forget what had happened.

But there was a glimmer of hope in the back of Ashley's mind. She knew she had to find the strength to stand up to George, to protect herself and Travis. But right now, she was too weak, too broken, to think about resisting.

Meanwhile, other parts of the palace were playing out their own dramas. Robert and Clara were trying to find a way to help Travis, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen Ashley. Margaret and Thomas continued to maintain the appearance of celebration, oblivious to what was happening behind closed doors.

The palace that had once been home, sanctuary, and fortress was now a place of treachery, treachery, and pain. The Kembel family was on the edge of an abyss, and no one knew if they would ever be able to get out of it.

Ashley lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, thinking that her life would never be the same again. She felt dirty, damaged, destroyed. But deep down, she knew she had to survive, had to find the strength to take revenge on George and protect her brother.

However, right now, it seemed impossible for her to achieve that. Right now, all she could do was lie there and cry, lost in the depths of her despair and pain. And as she lay there, broken and broken, the palace went on with its life, oblivious to the tragedy that had just occurred within its walls.