Chapter One Hundred And One.
Rain staggered as Doni drew closer, her breath hitching in uneven gasps. This was far worse than she had ever imagined. Her mind raced as the realization sank in—he had known all along. Tears spilled from her eyes. He had used her, and toyed with her trust.
From the very beginning, he had been aware of everything. Her father's magic hadn't worked on him, and all this time, he had only been pretending—pretending to be oblivious to the duke's schemes. It all made sense now: his disdain, his cold demeanor, his every dismissive glance. It wasn't just because she was his daughter, he knew he had every reason to hate the household.
Her legs wobbled beneath her as she struggled to process the betrayal. When Doni reached her, her strength failed her. She crumpled to the ground, her hands landing in the warm pool of Aryan's blood. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gulps as she stared at the crimson staining her fingers, her heart breaking.
