That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 709:

Daemonikai had no idea which devastated him more—the vivid memory of every cut, every bruise, every swollen mark on her flesh that morning… or this.

Watching her relive that night each time he put his hands on her.

Ukrae, grant me this one favor. Just this once.

Help me find the wretch who dared tamper with my mind. One single piece of proof—that is all I ask. Just point me in the right fucking direction.

I, Daemonikai Vipertheriov Naelzharoth, will never go easy on them. They will live and breathe torture. When I am done, they will beg for death, but I will not grant it.

Chest filled with boiling rage, Daemonikai pressed his face into the crook of Emeriel’s neck, rocking her—trying to calm himself as well. Breathing in her scent like a penitent.

I will find them—even if I have to burn this entire city to the ground to do it. I fucking will.

And when I do, I will be their tormentor. Their judge, jury, and executioner.

PRINCESS AEKEIRA

sat by the window, stitching as she hummed an old lullaby. Sunlight spilled pale and thin through the lattice, allowing

Until Emeriel entered.

a sleepwalker. Eyes swollen and red, face pale with exhaustion. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her lips trembled even as she tried to hold

sewing at once,

you alright? Why do

bawling. The kind where the

me, what’s going on!?” Aekeira was

you shouldn’t be crying like this; you’re pregnant for light’s

was crying too, unable to hold

“Em, please!”

Still, Emeriel only wept.

was no end to her pain. Sobbed as if no hope remained

onto the bed, drawing her sister down with her, rocking

passed. At last, the sobbing eased. Subsided into torn breaths

said in a whisper of

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