BETHRONED TO THE PRINCE

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

CLARA ROSEWOOD P.O.V

The next morning, Oliver opened the door, and I entered, shivering and shaking from the cold.

"That's what you get for not doing the right thing, I hope you learned your lesson."he said

I didn't respond, unable to find the words to express how I was feeling. All I could do was nod my head and try to warm myself up. I was soaked through, and my clothes were sticking to my skin. I felt miserable

"I...I want to visit my mom," I said, my voice trembling. "She's not feeling well."

"Are you crazy?" Oliver asked, "You want to visit her so that, you want to tell everyone how I treated you? Absolutely not. No way."

I crawled towards him, ignoring the fact that my clothes were completely drenched."Please, My mother needs me right now. I need to see her. I'm begging you, in the name of God."

As I reached out to touch his leg, he pushed me away, his face contorted with disgust. "You're repulsive," he said. "Get away from me."

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I couldn't believe that he could be so cruel.

I began to cry "Please," I sobbed.

He bent down to my height, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "Listen to me, Clara, I don't care. I don't care what you want. You're not going anywhere."

He walked away, leaving me there, alone and broken. I had never felt so hopeless in my life.

I curled up on the ground, and I cried until I had no tears left.

OLIVER NIGHT P.O.V ❤️

"You're not coming home tomorrow," I said,my face filling the screen on the video call.

"I'm sorry," Viola said"Something came up. I can't make it."

"Viola, when are you ever going to have time for us?"

"I'm sorry, I was supposed to come back tomorrow, but my boss needs me here."

"I need you here too, Why is your job more important than me?"

"It's not about what's more important, It's about what I have to do. I'm sorry, but I can't change that."

"You can change that,"

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have to go."She ended the video call

I dropped my phone, letting it clatter to the floor.

"I told you that you and that girl are not compatible," Caleb said,

"Let's go grab a drink," I said "I need to forget about

CLARA ROSEWOOD 🤍

I cleaned and dressed my wound, taking some pain medication to help me relax. I went to the sitting room and waited for Oliver, hoping he would come home soon. But as the hours ticked by and the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't returned.

I began to worry, wondering where he could be and what could have kept him away for so long. I tried to distract myself , but my mind kept wandering back to him

Finally, around 2 a.m., I heard the front door open and close. Oliver stumbled in the door, clearly very drunk.

"Oh my God," I said, rushing over to help him.

"I love you, Viola," he slurred, his words barely coherent.

"I'm not Viola," I muttered to myself, feeling my heart sink.

As I was about to leave the room, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the bed."I love you," he said, his words slurred.

"Sir, I'm not Viola," I said, opening my eyes wide in an attempt to convey the seriousness of the situation. "You're confused. You're drunk."

But he didn't seem to hear me. He just kept staring at me, his eyes glazed over. I felt a chill run down my spine.

Before I knew it, he was kissing me. I tried to pull away, but he was too heavy and too strong. I felt a knot of fear in my stomach as I realized that he was not going to stop.

I tried to push him away, but he was relentless. At first, I tried to resist, but then something inside me shifted. I closed my eyes and started to respond to his kiss,And he off my cloth slowly and..........