BETHRONED TO THE PRINCE

CHAPTER 13.

CLARA ROSEWOOD P.O.V.🤍

I collapsed onto my bed, my body wracked with sobs. I took my mother's picture from my nightstand and held it in my hand, staring at her smiling face.

I remembered all the times we had spent together, the laughter, the love, the good times and the bad. I remembered her hugs, her words of wisdom, her advice. I could almost hear her voice, telling me that everything would be okay.

I felt a weight in my heart, a heaviness that I couldn't shake. I knew that I would never see my mother again, that I would never feel her arms around me,

"Mom, I'm so sorry," I sobbed, "I'm sorry for not checking on you more often and for not being there to say goodbye. I wanted to come, but Oliver wouldn't let me. I'm so, so sorry. I love you, Mom."

I held the photo close to my heart, feeling the emptiness inside me grow. I wished I could turn back the clock. But it was too late.The tears kept coming, my body racked with grief. I felt

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"She is not coming" Ava said

"I thought she'd come," Diana said "How could she not come, even for her mother's burial? Why is she being so selfish? She even hung up on you!"

"We don't know what she's going through over there, Maybe she has her reasons."

"To hell with it!" Diana exclaimed, her voice full of fury. "Her mother was dying, and she didn't even come! Now that she's gone, she still hasn't come to pay her last respects. It's unforgivable!"

"Maybe you should call her again, She might not have been able to talk to you before, but maybe she's ready to talk now." Ava said

Diana let out a short, bitter laugh. "I've tried calling her countless times, but she's shut off her phone, I'm her friend, but what she's doing is unfair. How can she just disappear like this?"

"I don't even know what to say anymore," Ava said, at a loss for words.

Diana said nothing, just shaking her head, lost in her thoughts.

Finally, Ava said, "Maybe we should just give her some space. Maybe she'll come around when she's ready."

Diana nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Maybe you're right,"

OLIVER NIGHT P.O.V ❤️

Viola and I were sprawled out on the couch, watching a movie and laughing. The sound of their laughter filled the room,

"I'm thinking of something, Viola," I said, turning to face her.

"What's that?" Viola asked, her eyes still on the screen.

"Don't you think it's time for us to start a family?, To have a baby?"

"Not yet,"

"What do you mean by that?, I'm not getting any younger, you know. I want to start a family with you."

Viola stood up from My lap, looking down at me. "Oliver, you know the nature of my job,"

"To hell with your job, Viola! To hell with it! You're putting your career before us, and that's not fair."

"You know what, you're being selfish, I'm a model. Getting pregnant now would spoil my status and my height. I don't want to gain weight. It would ruin my career."

I ran a hand through my hair, frustration building up inside him. "That's a stupid excuse,"

"I don't care," Viola shot back, her eyes blazing.

Just as I was about to reply, my phone rang. "📲Hello?" I said, answering it.📲"Good evening, Mother,"I said, a smile forming on my lips. "How are you?"

My mother's voice came through the line, cheerful and warm. 📲"I'm doing well, my dear,"How are you?"

📲"I'm fine, Mother,"

📲"I'm calling to let you know that I'll be coming to visit your place tomorrow," Queen Marigold said.

📲"What?" I said, caught off guard. "You're coming here?"

📲"Yes, I'm coming over," Queen Marigold said, her tone firm.

📲"But why so suddenly, Mother?"

📲"Just prepare for my visit tomorrow, I'll be there in the afternoon."

📲"Yes, Mother, We'll be ready for you."

📲"See you then, my dear," Queen Marigold said, and the line went dead..............