It has been exactly a week now, and Regan was still locked up there. He had told me not to take any action, not to marry Ivan, and assured me that he would be fine. But he wasn't. Nothing was happening. Everyone expected me to do something to free my husband. Ivan didn't even seem bothered; he enjoyed the pleasure of keeping his own brother imprisoned.
I didn't want to act rashly as Regan had instructed me. I was simply following his orders and waiting for a miracle to occur, hoping that he would be released from there.
But a miracle wasn't happening. His wounds were worsening with each passing day. His heart was fading, and I knew that death was approaching.
A chill ran down my spine at the thought of Regan dying. He couldn't die, and that's why I had to marry his brother to keep him alive.
Why couldn't Regan understand?
I shook my head, determined to see Ivan. After all, I was only going to marry him, right?
