All Chapters of For Love And Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A man looks up, a mixture of blood and tears cascading down his bruised dark face. “I promise on my daughter’s life that I’ll not say anything, Queen mother.”The queen mother, a youthful beauty in her early thirties laughs, giving her head a slight shake. She rises and takes a few steps towards the man who is on his knees. “I don’t believe you, Peten. In fact I think that you’ll go running to the police the moment I let out you out of here.”“I give you my word.”“What good is your word?” The queen mother questions. “Your friend said the same thing and I let him go but he betrayed me. Little did he know that the person he confided in was loyal to me. I had no option but to get rid of him and now you know everything too. I don’t repeat my mistakes.”“I swear-““I don’t have time for this,” she turns to the guard standing behind her. “Kill him.”She steps back as the guard

“So what’s King Armand like?” Arya asked. She was seated with two maids in the small garden behind the kitchen. Hours had passed after she had been hired and oriented. Now she was familiarizing with the other workers so as to learn more and get to know them. As far as she was concerned, it was going well, better than she had thought. Usually, starting a new job brought with it a whole lot of issues. If one did not get bored, they’d not get along with their workmates, or they would get involved in some unattractive drama or entangled in other issues. For Arya, this one was going well, quite too well and it made her wonder what disasters were in store for her. Some of the workers seemed nice enough, really friendly but others were unapproachable and a little bit hostile. Given her experience with people, she knew she had to be careful and not judge based on appearances.“He’s really nice,” Mercy said, biting into a gigantic piece of red velvet cake, leftove

Although Adley couldn’t hear anything, she was aware of what King Armand was doing at the river bank with one of the maids who worked at the palace. Ann. that was her name. The tall beauty who attended to the queen mother. They were both standing face to face and Ann was talking. Suddenly the king slapped her. Adley’s mouth widened. “Oh no, he’s getting careless.”She smiled because her camera had captured everything. Finally, a lucky day. The king who most people thought was the nicest person was just as aggressive as his own mother. Only he didn’t show it in public. Well, until today. Adley could guess what Ann had said. “She probably threatened to reveal what a bastard he is,” she laughed. “Ah poor girl.”“Maybe she thought she’d finally be the one to tie down the king,” her best friend Cady said.They laughed, a tad bit loud and Armand turned, forcing them to hide in the bush again.

Ironing Princess Ava’s heavy traditional dresses was harder than Arya had thought when she switched roles with Mercy. She should’ve been the one to accompany the princess on her visit to one of the orphanages in the island but she’d not been in the mood to travel. As an orphan herself, meeting a bunch of little children who had lost their parents might bring back so many memories and probably make her cry in public. Not a good sight. Besides, she had to keep watch and monitor everything that happened in the palace. How else would she find out who had tried to attack her and why?Arya gasped when she realized she had paused and there was a hint of burning cloth smell. She swiftly turned up the flat iron and luckily, the cloth was of hard material and it hadn’t burnt. The white had now developed a hint of cream but since it was on the inside petticoats of the dress, the princess wouldn’t be finding that out soon.A few minutes later, Arya h

Arya hadn’t stopped thinking about Patrick since Kalen informed her about his disappearance. There were many possibilities that could explain his no-show. Arya couldn’t decide which was worse. Either he had ratted them out and received a huge amount of money to facilitate traveling to another country or something had to be done to him. Orianna was capable of doing anything for the sake of her and her son’s happiness. They’d been stupid to think Orianna could see her step son and let him out of her sights without harming him. Besides, that palace was not safe for anyone save for the royals. Remembering the attack on her on her first day, Arya could tell she was not safe and had to watch her back. Now more than ever, she had to be extra vigilant.For the umpteenth time, she got up to recheck if her door was locked. Staying in the palace was already giving a mild form of OCD and she didn’t like it one bit. The door was locked. She ambled towards the bed side stool and