Aliana’s POV

The morning after, everything felt different.

It wasn't merely how Freddy gazed at me, as if I were no longer an object he owned but rather someone he admired.

It wasn't solely my emotions—it felt as if the burden of doubt had disappeared, revealing only clarity in its stead.

It was the world that had transformed.

Since then, all were aware.

I was not merely the spouse of Freddy Moretti.

I was his Monarch.

In this world, that carried significance.

I remained in bed, cocooned in silk sheets, when Mercy stormed into the room.

Her expression was radiant with thrill, her hands joined tightly as if she had...