Flora stood by the window of the room and looked at the dark night sky. She touched her neck and caressed the mark that Alex gave to her.
'How am I going to live? The promises he gave me were nothing but a mirage in the desert. He wanted to put the entire blame on me and present me as the culprit to everyone. I seriously thought he loved me.'
Samyra's hand rested on Flora's shoulder and she turned her head while lowering her hand to her side. "Mom, what if the truth hasn't come to light? Would I have been dead?"
"We wouldn't have let it happened," Samyra said.
"If Zander had not helped you run away, the princes hadn't saved Dad, then everything would have ended. Amelie wouldn't have believed me either," Flora murmured as fear gripped her heart.
