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Amy turned when she began to hear loud sound as though something was being hit, her heart almost fling away when saw Broderick being beaten mercilessly. It was a bloody sight and she can't afford to look at it. She looked away and quickly ran inside her room. Once she got before her door, she buried her face in her palm and cried. 'Why was Prince Nolan punishing him that way?' she thought. She felt so bad for Broderick but she couldn't interfere, afterall, Broderick also buried Nolan alive. She cleaned the tears in her face after two minutes of sobbing and walked inside with a dull heart. Seeing her kids, she faked a smile and asked," are you feeling hungry yet?" "Where is dad?" About three of the children asked at the same time, ignoring her question. "He travelled to a far away country for some business deal, he will back in two months time," Amy responded. Moses looked at the screen of the phone in his hand and then looked at Amy," a news says here that Prince Nolan of EastHi
My King! My King!
Shooting Broderick will most definitely hurt Amy. Amy may not mind the fact that he was torturing Broderick since he is on a just cause. Afterall, Broderick buried him alive at NorthHill. But no woman would stand and watch the father of her children get shut. Nolan smirked," I can see you are not scared of death." Broderick lowered his head and wished earnestly to get free from the chains he was tied with. "I'll get married to Amy in six days and she will become my queen. Together, we will rule EastHill while you will forever remain our slave," Prince Nolan said. Broderick raised his head up slowly and said," you can have her body but you can't have her heart." "Is that so?" Prince Nolan asked and smirked," I would take that as a challenge, you will realize that she will get to fall deep in love with me as we spend time together." Broderick only looked at his face blankly without saying a word. Nolan then turned and began to walk away while the men covered his head with an umbr
The god Of War
"Search the entire kingdom for him," Nolan commanded and the guard dissapeared from his sight immediately. Prince Nolan faced Amy and asked," Amy, tell me the truth, did you make him escape?" Any furrowed her brow, "how is that possible? The dungeon has many soldiers as guards and it doesn't even have a window or a breakable ceiling that anyone can escape through. Why are you falsely accusing me? You haven't even spoken to the guards guarding the dungeon yet before you placed the accusation on me," Amy was dissapointed. Nolan could sense sincerity in her seriousness," I'm so sorry, I'm just ..." His voice trailed off and he looked away. "Please go to your room, I need to find Broderick," Nolan said and Amy walked away. Nolan immediately went to his palace central hall and sat on his throne, he had already summoned for the head of the guard guarding the dungeon that Broderick was kept. Once the man arrived, Nolan shouted," how did he escape?" Before the man could start explainin
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Broderick stood and walked towards her while Brett followed behind. "Sir, I'll take my leave," Brett said and walked out as if he didn't see Amy. "Feel like killing me? Go ahead. I committed an act of treason and also betrayed you, I deserve death, right? You can do whatever you want with me," Amy said, looking into his face gently. "I can do whatever I want with you?" Broderick asked. "Yes," she responded. "I deserve whatever punishment you decide to inflict on me." "Come with me," Broderick's anger had reduced, he didn't know why but he won't let her go unpunished anyways. Amy followed him to one of the bedrooms in the house and then he commanded her to remove her clothes and lay. "Sex?" Amy wondered if he wanted to punish her by having sex with her. But was sex a punishment? Amy unclothed herself and was left with only a pant and bra then she laid on the bed. Broderick walked out and came back a couple of minutes later with a rope, he used the rope to tie her two hands that
I'm Not Gentle Nor Considerate
Nolan's heart almost pop out through his throat, his hand shook fearfully that the phone almost fall off his hand. "Oh! It's not Broderick Alessandro," he said, "the sport car I saw just now was like that of Broderick Alessandro." Nolan heaved a sigh of relief and hung the call up, it was at this time that the door opened.He was stunned to see a strange man standing before him."Hey," Nolan greeted. He expected that this man standing before him would recognize him as the president of the country.Afterall, everyone in NorthHill had already seen the pictures of the president. "Hi," Wayne greeted, pretending not to recognize Nolan. "Don't you have an idea who I am?" Nolan asked. "Not at all, I'm Wayne, the bodyguard to miss. Amy, can I ask what you want here?" Wayne asked. "Well..." Nolan wondered if he should reveal himself as the president to him but considering the fact that there was no tight security in place, he thought it wise not to reveal his real identity."Inform Amy t
Wasn't He A Loyalist Of Broderick?
After being shirtless, he salivated on her body but he felt guilty on the inside of him. This is rape. Sex without consent is rape. If Amy finds out he took advantage of her, she would probably hate him for life. Is this the best way to win her heart? He thought then unbuckled his belt and took off his trouser leaving him with his short pant, "there seems to be no other way to win you over than this, Amy." His dick had become very hard and when he was about to lay on her, a sound of the doorbell could be suddenly heard. "Must it be at this time?" He thought to himself angrily and immediately wore his trouser and shirt then walked out to the master room. When he got before the door, he peeped and saw Martha. Martha? What was she doing here? Michael thought it was too dangerous to have Amy in his room plus Amy musn't wake and find herself in his room. "Hold on," he said and ran back to the master room, be carried Amy and took her back to her room then laid her down gently. "Fuck!"
Can We Really Trust Him?
Eventhough Broderick had told her not to step out of the vicinity of the house but this was a very serious case, she stepped out of the gate and searched around with all her might but still couldn't find Wayne. She didn't want to believe that he kidnapped Debby away. She had to be optimistic. Wayne to her doesn't look like someone that could hurt a fly. She ran back inside the house and picked up her phone, she called Broderick immediately but he didn't answer until the call came to an end. This time, her hands were shivering that she could barely press the button on the phone, she managed to dial his number again and he only picked it when the call was almost coming to an end. "What is it?" Broderick asked sternly. "Debby has been taken away by Wayne, did you know about this?" "What are you talking about?" Broderick thought he didn't understand what she meant. "I meant that Debby is not with me at the moment, only the five kids are. Moses told me they saw Wayne cover Debby's mo
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Broderick Alessandro slept in the same room with Amy that night. Amy wondered why he didn't go to Martha. Martha called Broderick's line severally but he just put his phone in silence and didn't bother to answer. Martha turns him off in some sort of way. He was even tired of forcing affection on her and wished to divorce her, maybe after then, Martha can find someone who truly love her but the kids between them won't let him freely make the decision. Amy laid beside Broderick in the room, since they had both showered, they both had a night wear om. Amy laid with her back to the bed, her chest facing the ceiling and her hurting heart thinking about Debby. Broderick maintained that same position. Neither of them said a word to each other until another one hour had passed. They both turned to look at each other at the same time and Amy quickly looked away. "You haven't slept, huh?" Broderick asked. "I can't. My mind is too anxious to meet my daughter," Amy said, not looking at his