Dacia stirred from uneasy slumber, her consciousness clawing its way through pain and fog. Her limbs ached. Her muscles throbbed.
She blinked against the dim morning light seeping through the curtains, her gaze drifting to the ceiling above. The bed beneath her was freshly made—the sheets replaced, her clothes changed into a clean gown.
Her heart stammered with unease.
Why am I still alive?
She sat up slowly, a sharp pain shooting down her spine. Her head throbbed with confusion. The room looked untouched—immaculate, as if what had happened last night was only a dream. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and cautiously, she slid her feet over the edge of the bed.
The moment her toes touched the cold stone, her legs gave out.
"Ah—" She collapsed with a gasp, barely catching herself on the edge of the mattress. Her knees trembled. Her muscles refused to obey.
Through the pain, fragmented memories swirled in her mind—flashes of fear, of heat, of Nickolai's furious gaze. He had shouted at her. Accused her. Told her she drugged him.
Drugged?
Her eyes widened.
The cup.
That cup… the wine...
A sudden rush of memory slammed into her.
The vial. The Queen’s vial. A tiny glass bottle, hidden inside her belongings. The command had been clear: ensure the marriage was consummated. Secure her position. Guarantee the bloodline.
She had obeyed.
But this… this wasn’t how it happened before.
This… this couldn’t be a dream. Her hands trembled as they clutched at the edge of the sheets.
Had she returned to the past?
That night…it had played out differently than before.
Before....in her previous life, he hadn’t touched her. No—he’d left her alone and found Lucas instead. That was the night the rumors began, that completely tormented her and causing disastrous in her life.
But last night…
Instead of fleeing, instead of turning to Lucas, he had turned to her.
And he had—
He even repeatedly… came inside her…
Her stomach churned.
Why would this happened? Had she really returned to the past? Had the God took pity on her, and decided to give her a second chance of life?
But why this miracle felt worse than death?
She dragged herself back into the bed, curling up as waves of memory and fear rolled through her. Her body was sore. Her mind was foggy. And her heart—terrified.
Before she could gather her breath, the door creaked open.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Nickolai stepped inside.
He looked as regal and cold as ever. His expression unreadable, but the sharpness in his eyes pierced through her like a blade. Behind him trailed an old physician, hands clasped around a porcelain bowl.
Dacia’s fingers curled around the blanket.
She dared not look at Nickolai directly. Her gaze fell to his boots, the hem of his dark robe, the floor.
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When Beauty Destroys The BL World
RomanceIrene was just a normal girl, waiting for her graduation day to set up her new journey. Her dream is to be a doctor and a good daughter for her single father. But all of that change when she tries to help an old lady from a robber, as she was push d...
