ARAMINTA’s POV

A GLIMPSE OF THE PALACE

The room was a small one, dark and chilly. Two figures were standing close to each other. 

“Any new thing? His voice sounded in the room, he faced her and observed her expression. 

Imogen nodded and giggled with a wicked expression. “She wants to ruin him.” 

“What do you mean? He asked her with his eyebrows slightly raised. Imogen responded, “He killed her first love, and she is aiming for revenge.” 

A deep smile curled on his lips, his heart bloomed with excitement. “Perfect!!!” he yelled and paced around the room. “Perfect!!!!, Did Noah do it? He asked, a bit skeptical. Imogen nodded without her gaze wavering. “She seemed sure about it and I advised her to get closer to him.”

He released throaty laughter and ran his tongue around his teeth, his eyes dark and dangerous. “I can't wait to have it in my hands” 

“Are you sure it's with her? I haven't seen—” 

He growled and interrupted her. “It's with her because she owns it”. He walked closer to her and held her shoulders firmly. “Observe more, we are getting closer. Continue to make her get closer to Noah so he can have his way easily. That boy is disappointing.”

Imogen watched as he left the room, leaving her behind. She ran her hands through her hair with frustration. She was getting too tasty to have Noah on her hands, she wanted to feel him, and he was going to help her achieve it. 

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“Noah, what will I tell Mother if you don't wake up soon?” I questioned him, pouting my lips. It's been two nights since I got beside him, and he hasn't opened his eyes yet. I was getting worried about the Queen calling and nobody had come to the mansion since I got here. I stood up and took a deep breath before I went into the restroom and got a wet napkin. 

I got back into the room and gently wiped his arms, his head, and another part of his exposed body. I cupped his cheeks in my hands and stole a light kiss from him when the doorbell rang loudly, causing me to jump up like a thief that was caught stealing. I hurriedly went downstairs, my hair was tied into a messy bun, and I was wearing Noah’s shirt. I rubbed my heavy eyes and opened the door when a man in his 40s probably came into my view. 

My lips parted as I stared at him, and he gave me a tiny smile, 

“Hello ma'am, I'm Noah’s doctor,” He said politely, but his eyes wandered around my body and made me uncomfortable for some reason. I quickly maintained my composure and nodded at him. “Please, come in”. I gestured for him to come in, but I was nervous. Being alone in this huge mansion with some doctor didn't sit well with me, but I pushed my thoughts back down and followed him upstairs. 

He was checking Noah and his forehead was furrowed together, making me curious. “Is there something wrong with him, Doctor? I hoped I didn't sound too nervous and scared, but he turned his gaze at me and I caught something in those eyes. The way he was staring at my exposed legs was unsettling, my lips curled up in annoyance. 

“Doctor!” I called out, my voice a bit high and stern causing him to awkwardly smile and scratch his hair. 

“He—is recovering well, and he will be awake soon” he responded, and I felt a huge weight off my chest. I could not wait to have him back. 

It was about half an hour since the doctor came, and he was still checking Noah. I was sitting in a corner and checking my phone but monitoring his movements with the corner of my eyes. 

“Doctor, is there something else? I asked him as I tried not to sound irritated, which I had failed. His movement hitched, and suddenly he started to walk closer to me, his eyes dark and my palms turned sweaty instantly. 

I swallowed hard as he kept walking towards me, his pot-belly following him. “Doc—” 

“You are sexy, miss” he blurted out, his tongue licking his lips. My heart began to race. What type of psycho was he? How could someone like him be a doctor? What was he trying to do? 

I didn't know what to do, and my lips trembled. I hated domestic violence and any form of sexual assault and I felt my panic attack building up. 

I immediately texted Noah’s contact because I assumed his phone was with Lucas. 

“Please, save me.” 

His disgusting teeth flashed as he touched my cheeks and I pushed his hands away, but he instantly held my hair tightly, causing me to wince in pain. 

“What do you think you are doing, bitch? He gritted his teeth hard and his veins were popping hard. I was losing my breath and the bastard was moving his hands into my top. I could not move, he pinned my hands above my head and the pain was excruciating. Tears streamed down my eyes. I was scared. My heart called for Noah, but he wasn't here to save me. 

“Get—” “Hm” My heart bled as he forcefully brushed his lips against mine. I wished death upon myself at the touch of his hands roaming on my body. 

“Who would save you? Your husband is incapable.” He laughed maniacally as he tore my top, exposing my boobs. I bit my lips and muffled my sobs until they bled profusely, I shut my eyes and his hands were about to touch my boobs. I waited for his disgusting touch. It never came, all I heard was a loud interruption. 

“Bang!!!!” My eyes flew open, and I quickly took the remaining of my top and covered my boobs. I didn't know who interrupted, but I needed to protect my dignity first. My eyes were closed, and I was shaky as cries and screams filled the room. I could hear his scream as the person punched him and hit so many things on him. 

“Take him out”. I heard that voice. It was Lucas’s. His boots sounded as he came closer to me and dapped a jacket on me. I sobbed hard and bit my lips because I wanted Noah, I wanted to be with Noah right now and no one else. 

He patted my back gently, and it was silent in the room. After a couple of minutes of sobbing so hard, he stood up and said to me, 

“He didn't do anything to Noah, he should be up soon…….don’t be too hard on yourself.” 

I could not respond, I felt weak, my body was aching, and my throat burned. He left the room a minute later and shut the door closed. 

I hugged my knees. I could not cry anymore. 

“Noah……. Noah…. Noah…” I found myself constantly calling on Noah instead of Kai. I usually call Kai in any situation I find myself, but I had slowly slipped into the world of Noah and I felt a piece of me missing, as he was unconscious. 

I forced myself to stand up, I was about to go into the restroom and wash away the filth, but I wanted to be close to Noah. I lay gently beside him and wrapped my hands around his torso, but I couldn't touch his body directly, I was too dirty for that. His scent calmed me down a bit, but what happened a while ago kept taunting me and I kept trying to force it down. 

“One more minute,” I muttered to myself. I just wanted one more minute to be beside him before I left, but my senses kept dulling, and my limps were failing me. I soon found myself falling asleep in his peaceful arms and I never wanted to leave anymore.