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THE GENERAL'S FIANCEE NARRATOR "Miss, you shouldn't be here, what...2" "Leave and let me be alone with the prisoner," Alexia said arrogantly.
But the general..." "T said get out, that's an order! It's obvious you haven't gotten anything out of him.
I'll try my luck," she interrupted, exasperated.
Though he wasn't entirely convinced, the foreman left, throwing the poker into the embers and shooting a murderous glare at Alvaro.
He opened the tent curtain and stepped outside.
He hated taking orders from that little woman, but there was no choice; a pussy and a pair of tits pulled harder than a cart, and she had the general Arthur completely under her spell.
"Darling, what a surprise to have you visit," Alvaro tried to give her a crooked smile.
"Cut the nonsense, Alvaro, you're finished.
Don't think Arthur is that merciful, but if you talk, there's a chance.
Help me, and I'll speak on your behalf.
Join this side..." "so that's why you left me for that asshole," he let out a rough laugh.
---- The burning in his throat was unbearable, his lungs felt shredded, but sarcasm oozed from his battered body.
"Of course, a general over a mere soldier, now I see it clearly.
I suppose you've told him all the details about the Duchy.
Does little Arthur know that you were also my fiancée? That I was the first one to take that sweet little pussy?" shut up!"" "No! You shut up, Alexia!" he roared, blood staining his teeth.
His chest heaved, congested, drowning in disillusionment.
He wasn't as calm as he wanted to appear.
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From the moment he saw her standing beside that man, on the enemy's side, the wound he thought had healed in his heart began, to fester again.
This womanthis woman had been his whole world, and just days before their wedding, she abandoned him without a convincing explanation.
She needed to rethink their engagement, to reconsider things.
She fled, leaving him humiliated in front of his family and closest friends.
And her mother was the first to support her decision.
That was when Alvaro realized they had been conspiring against the Duchy all along.
They had privileged and crucial information about Elliot Everhart's life ---- "How could you bite the Dukes hand? Your damn family, more than anyone, should be grateful to him!" Alvaro started insulting her.
Alexia clenched her fists at her sides.
Damn it, she should have let them kill him for being such an idiot, but she couldn't look the other way.
Why the hell couldn't she just let him die?! "Alvaro, I'm giving you one last chance.
Tell me something important, a fact, anything..." A glob of spit landed on the fabric of her expensive dress.
"Go to hell, whore..." Alvaro spat with hatred.
"You better kill me, Alexia, because if I live, I'll come straight for your head, and then your mothers, the honorable Mrs.
Prescott." Alexia stared at him.
Her trembling hand reached beneath the layers of her dress and pulled out a small dagger, strapped to her thigh.
She unsheathed the sharp blade and brought the deadly tip forward, close to Alvaros throat.
He only stared at her, cold and disappointed.
She remembered when those dark eyes devoured her with passion and devotion.
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