𝒯𝒽ℯ ℛ𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

Chapter |29| All It Takes Is A Shove

A R A B E L L A ' S P.O.V

Prince Marcellus emerged from the dark like a shadow, his black suit fitting in perfectly with the ominous aura that suddenly arose. I hadn't seen him since the day I lost my son.

Suddenly, the tragic events all hit me at once and I found myself struggling to breathe.

"Where's your husband?" He said nonchalantly, walking closer towards me.

"Inside, and I should probably go back to him. He'll be worried." I made my move towards the doors, but he blocked my exit.

Gripping my upper arm, he spun me around and pushed me against the railing. It let out a low creak as I was pressed against it harder. His groin rubbed against my ass, earning an elicit moan from his chest.

I whipped my arm back, aiming to punch his throat, but he was too fast for me and grabbed it. He painfully pinned my arms behind my back, using his chest to secure them in place and then began to lift up my dress.

A scream ripped through my throat, but his hand quickly clapped over my mouth to muffle it. I couldn't move, my body immobile against his.

All I could do was pray that someone would save me. Yet again, I was forced to rely on someone else.

His hands were all over my bare skin, goosebumps erupting from the fear his unwanted touch exerted.

"Get your fucking hands off her." Like my knight in shining armour, Hardin stormed towards us. His face the epitome of rage as he shoved Marcellus off me, landing a strong blow to his cheek.

Marcellus released me from his grip, collapsing to the floor. I was pulled into my safety net immediately, and buried my face into Hardin's chest, not realising I was crying until I felt the wet material of his shirt rub against my cheek.

"Don't." Hardin seethed. I lifted my head to watch as Marcellus stood and approached us. His lips morphed into a nasty snarl as he noted Hardin's arms wrapped around me.

"I want her." He growled, a crazed look in his eyes as though he was a deranged man.

"Too bad, she's my wife and my queen."

"Does it look like I fucking care?" He whipped out a small knife, the sharp glint of the tip, shining heavily in the dark.  Hardin's body tensed and I protested as he forced me behind him.

The door was too far away to make a run to it and Marcellus could easily reach one of us in time. Our only chance of survival was to...fight.

"Marcellus, you don't have to do this." I warned, my eyes fixated completely on the knife.

"No, I do. I've spent far too long not fighting for what I want. Now I know."

"You don't want me, you want the idea of me. A queen, you need to find yourself someone who will love you." I motioned for Hardin to approach him. Carefully, he inched closer to Marcellus, meticulously watching his hand that was trembling as he held the knife.

"I don't want anyone else. Only you!" He swirled around and pointed the dagger straight at Hardin. "And if I can't have her, then you can't either."

My heart stopped as Hardin lunged for the knife, just as Marcellus thrust it forward. A heavy punch was landed and Marcellus stumbled back, sending the knife tumbling to the grabbed.

Both of them scrambled for it, and Marcellus punched Hardin, so hard he tumbled over.
Then he landed blow after blow on Hardin's face, his rage fuelling this relentless attack.