All Chapters of When I’m Gone, You Love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter 111 – The Secret

Beatrice's POVI came back to consciousness in pieces.Pain first. A deep, spreading ache that ran from my shoulder through my ribs and down into my hip, pulsing with every heartbeat. Then sound, muffled voices and the clink of metal instruments and the steady beep of a monitor somewhere near my head. My eyes flew open.A physician stood beside the bed, an older woman with grey hair pulled back and calm, steady hands. She was reviewing a chart and hadn't noticed I was awake. Machines beeped beside me. An IV ran into my arm. The room was small and bright and smelled like a hospital, and I was alive, and none of that mattered because the only thing I needed to know was whether my baby was still alive too."Save my child." The words tore out of me before I could think about them, raw and desperate and loud enough to make the physician drop her chart. "Please. The baby. Save my child."The physician looked at me. Her face shifted from surprise to understanding in a single beat, and she m

Chapter 112 – The Wrist

Cedrick's POVThe physician stepped into the corridor and closed the door behind her.She stood with her hands clasped in front of her."Your Majesty," she said. "There is something you need to know about Beatrice's condition that was not included in the initial report."I waited."Beatrice was pregnant," the physician said. She paused, and the pause lasted long enough for the first word to settle before the second arrived. "She has miscarried."Pregnant. Beatrice had been pregnant. She had been carrying a child, my child, inside her body for weeks, and she had hidden it from me. Through the carriage rides and the arguments and the banquets and the corridor confrontations, through Denmark and Charles and the Alpha Ball and every cruel word I'd spoken, she had been carrying my child and had said nothing.And now it was gone.The memories came fast. My voice calling her vain and shallow. My hands shoving money at her in the carriage. My wolf flooding rooms with dominance that pressed ag

Chapter 113 – Boundary

Cedrick's POVI raised my hand over Neah's broken body and called the magic again.This time I didn't aim to hurt. I aimed to finish. The power gathered in my palm, dense and hot, and Neah must have felt it because the keening stopped and she went very still on the floor.The study door slammed open.Kennedy crossed the room faster than I'd ever seen her move. She put herself between me and Neah."Stop," Kennedy said. "Cedrick, stop.""Move.""If you kill her, Lawrence will declare war. Every family allied with his house will follow. You will tear this kingdom apart over a slave, Cedrick. Is that what you want?"My hand stayed raised. The magic hummed in my palm, and Neah lay curled on the floor behind Kennedy with her broken wrist pressed against her chest and her wolf barely alive inside her, and the part of me that wanted to finish what I'd started was louder than anything Kennedy was saying.But Kennedy was right. I knew she was right. Lawrence had thirty years of alliances stitch

Chapter 114 – Martin Knows

Cedrick's POVThe physician delivered the full report an hour after Beatrice lost consciousness.Malnutrition. Her weight had dropped below what the physicians considered safe for a woman of her height and build. The pregnancy had accelerated the depletion, drawing nutrients the baby needed from a body that had barely enough for itself, and the miscarriage had taken what was left.She had been starving in my palace. Under my roof, surrounded by food she could have eaten, she had been going hungry. Because she was a slave, and slaves ate what they were given, and what they were given was never enough.I called for Henry."Arrange a personal chef," I said. "Someone who knows nutrition. Three meals a day, prepared specifically f

Chapter 116 I'll open my own throat

Cedrick's POV Beatrice went to the new residence because she had no other option. I had made sure of that. The quarters she'd been using at the palace were reassigned within the hour.Martin drove her. Henry told me, despite my order not to report on her, because Henry had decided that some information was too important to withhold regardless of what I'd said. I didn't punish him for it. I filed the knowledge away and let it sit, because punishing Henry for doing his job would have been petty, and because the image of Martin escorting Beatrice to her new home while I sat in my study signing military dispatches was punishment enough.Henry also told me that Martin had spent the drive trying to persuade Beatrice to give in to me. To stop fighting, stop resisting, stop making things harder than they neede

Chapter 115 – Something Worth It

Beatrice's POVMartin didn't rush me. He stood in the corridor with his hands in his pockets and his wolf pressed calm and even against the air between us, and he waited until my breathing steadied before he spoke again."I'll keep your pregnancy a secret," he said. "You have my word."I searched his face for the catch, for the angle, for the condition that always came attached to kindness in this palace. I found nothing except concern, plain and undecorated, offered without strings. My wolf read his wolf and found the same thing, warmth without demand, and I let myself exhale."Thank you," I said.Martin leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "You should know what Cedrick did to Neah. Her right hand is permanently dam

Chapter 116 I'll open my own throat

Cedrick's POVBeatrice went to the new residence because she had no other option. I had made sure of that. The quarters she'd been using at the palace were reassigned within the hour.Martin drove her. Henry told me, despite my order not to report on her, because Henry had decided that some information was too important to withhold regardless of what I'd said. I didn't punish him for it. I filed the knowledge away and let it sit, because punishing Henry for doing his job would have been petty, and because the image of Martin escorting Beatrice to her new home while I sat in my study signing military dispatches was punishment enough.Henry also told me that Martin had spent the drive trying to persuade Beatrice to give in to me. To stop fighting, stop resisting, stop making things harder than they needed to be. The advice surprised me coming from a man who had spent months positioning himself as my rival.The residence was a townhouse on the eastern edge of the palace grounds, close en

Chapter 117 Punished for Her

Beatrice's POVCedrick stepped back immediately.He lowered his hand and moved away from me, one step and then another, until the space between us was wide enough for me to breathe. His eyes stayed on the dagger at my throat, on the thin line of blood sitting against the blade, and his wolf was so quiet inside him I couldn't feel it at all."Put it down," he said. His voice was stripped of the whiskey looseness from moments ago, stripped of everything except a caution I had never heard from him before.I didn't put it down. I held the blade where it was and felt the sting of the cut against my pulse and looked at the man who had owned me for months and saw, for the first time, genuine fear on his face. "I want to leave," I said. "I want to take my brother and walk out of this kingdom and never come back. That's all I've ever wanted, Cedrick. And you won't let me have it."I lowered the dagger from my throat because my baby needed me alive, and dying in this room would leave my child

Chapter 118 I want you

Beatrice's POVI was in the kitchen, picking up the chocolate dessert Clara left on the counter. Henry knocked once to get my attention. He stood in the doorway and waited until I looked up, and the expression on his face told me something had happened that I wasn't going to like."Cedrick was injured," he said. "Saving you."I set down the spoon. "What do you mean, saving me?"Henry told me about Kennedy. He had taken twenty lashes across his back so that Kennedy couldn't touch me.I met Martin in the garden behind the residence the following afternoon. Clara was napping, and the guards Cedrick had posted at the front door didn't cover the back wall, which had a gate that opened onto a narrow lane I'd found during my first day of confinement.Martin was waiting on the other side. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and his wolf pressed calm and steady, and he looked at my face and didn't ask how I was feeling because the answer was obvious."I've started investigating y

Chapter 119 Proposal vs. Escape Plan

Cedrick's POVI wanted to make it right.I couldn't give her back the child. That loss was permanent and irreversible and sat between us like a grave neither of us knew how to visit. But I could give her other things. I could build something that proved she was more than a slave, more than a prisoner, more than the sister of a man I'd blamed for my own loss.I commissioned an estate. Not a townhouse, not a residence on the palace grounds, but a proper home on the hillside overlooking the eastern valley, built from white stone with gardens and stables and rooms with tall windows that let in the morning light she'd been denied for months. I hired the best architects in the kingdom and gave them three weeks to finish.I arranged a wedding. The engagement that Lawrence and Kennedy and Margaret had been pushing for months was dead, killed the night I'd stood in a ballroom and called Beatrice my mate. What I planned now was something else entirely, a ceremony worthy of the word, with flower

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