Babygirl

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Jezebel POV

Edgar Gambino had always been the man who held my heart. He was my everything. The reason I got up in the morning with a smile on my face. He gave me everything I have. I came from a small struggling Kingdom and my father traded my hand in marriage as payment for help.

I, at the time hated everything about the man that was Edgar. His existence irked me to no end and I spent my nights and days dreaming of ways I could get away from this wretched thing called my reality; but then I feel for him. He treated me like a queen. He gave me everything I could want and need.

Until one day things changed....

It had started with simple distance before it slowly escalated to sneaking around and disappearances. I'd wake up to no one in the morning and I couldn't help but notice the many lavish gifts that were being bought by my fiance, although I wasn't receiving any. So I sent out a guard to see what my husband was up to and was anything but please.

Her name was Dehlaney Ohare. She was a village girl, a commoner and apparently Edgar's mate. She had his heart, he was wrapped around her little chubby fingers and I hated it.

I hated the way she made him smile and laugh and the way they spoke of the future as if I wasn't even there. They way they held each other after they fucked, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. He promised her that he'd leave me, for her.

He couldn't possibly think that he could just leave me as if I was nothing. I was his wife, the queen of Lust and one of the most powerful sucubus' in the realm.

How dare he think I was just something he could simply drop a day through away as if I was nothing? The rage that had consumed me was beyond measure. She needed to die. I needed to see the life leave those beady eyes of hers so that's exactly what I did.

I had the guards bring her to the castle and as expected Edgar had denied the entire affair, denied that they were ever mates. I too pride in the pain in his eyes. She looked like she was suffering the same way I was when I watched the love of my life with someone else. How dare she even look in his direction?!

He pierced that sword through her heart and it was like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. His mate was dead, that meant there was nothing coming between him and I ever again. I had him all to myself like it was suppose to be.

I had paid the price of a piece of my soul to the guards of the gate to ensure that her soul never leaved that place. To ensure that she was never reincarnated so that I would always have Edgar to myself. I had paid that price along with a promise that no one would tamper or interfere with her soul.

Now Dehlaney's soul is in the wretched girl, meaning someone interfered which means I didn't hold up my end of the bargain. I could feel the pull, like a screw driver was being driven through y insides. The more I moved the more I could feel another my wave of blood coming up my throat. I was a recurring process. A burning sensation going through my body and a constant clawing on my skin. Red gashes gushed blood before it all healed like nothing and it all started again.

I could hear a voice in my ear, warning me, telling me that I had to pay the price for my deceit. I only had a few days before they'd want the full payment, before they came for me and there was only one way I could avoid that. I had to shove that bitches soul right back in that pit and that stupid whore with her to.

There was a commotion downstairs. No doubt Dehlaney taking her rage out on Edgar. I couldn't even imagine the things that were done to her in that pit. She definitely wasn't the same person she was all those years ago, but she couldn't kill him. Even if she hated him, she'd never have that heart to.

Once her soul is in this realm she'll feel the pull of her mate whether she's in her body or not. How'd those ducks even know about her in the first place? Dehlaney is the rightful Queen of Lust, being the kings true mate.

With her being in Kiara or whatever the fuck that whore's name is body the essence of the Queen is being transferred to her. I only have a limited amount of time before everything I built will be gone and I'll be dammed if I let that happen.

I let out another laboured breath just as the double doors of my quarters burst open revealing a sobbing Kendra. Her face was stained with mascara, her makeup completely ruined as she stood in a beautiful gown looking anything but happy.

"That bitch is here. She's in the castle and she's ruining everything! I deserve Sinclair! He's suppose to be mine. He's suppose to love me not that silly weak excuse for woman. He's suppose to marry me, he's suppose to be with me!"

She whined loudly, stomping her foot like a child and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I knew the exact feelings she was going through and even if she was annoying and nothing but a pawn in my game. That feeling was something I wouldn't wish on anyone.

"Don't worry child. You'll have Sinclair. Just like I'll have my throne"

"W-what are you talking about? How?" Kendra wiped her eyes staring at me with a hopeful look. She was vulnerable, that meant I could get her to do what I wanted, what I needed.

"I'm always one step ahead"