#Chapter 40 - The Lost Princess

Celia My hands are clammy and I slowly release Ethan’s arm from my grasp. Just like everyone else inside the banquet hall, I turn and look around, trying to fit in with the crowd despite already knowing that her sudden halt of proceedings is sure to be aimed at me. “I would love to continue, but there remains just one small…discrepancy between Soren and I that I feel we have to hash out before our marriage is finalized,” her voice, which was once warm, has turned cold and heartless. She turns back to Soren, who is just as shocked and surprised as the rest of the banquet hall. Bianca slowly opens the distance between them, stepping away and to the front of the stage while Soren remains towards the middle of the platform. A sadistic smile curves her lips upwards and a chill falls over the room. “For the past five years, Soren contracted a substitute lover to take my place during my absence,” Bianca begins. Her words are like venom, seeping into my skin. I can only imagine how S