The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 388

Now, Liora was saying that she wasn’t the real princess. That she was an imposter.

What if that was true?

The thought made me shudder. I loathed to think that I had been fooled for so long, but now I wasn’t so sure.

I wanted the truth. All of it. I just wanted to know.

“Bianca.” I set aside her water glass and stood, crossing over to the window. Outside, I could see students moving around the quad. A couple of guys were kicking a hacky-sack around while some girls had a picnic on the grass nearby. The way they were all allowed to feel so carefree while I felt trapped in a cage made me more bitter than I wanted to admit.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Bianca shifted a little on her throne of pillows. “Please don’t tell me this is about what she said.” She looked at the wall, jaw clenching. “I can’t even say her name.”

I turned to her. Studied her.

“Bianca, I’m with you now. You’re pregnant with my child, and I’m not going anywhere.”

She glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes. “You mean that?”

“Yes.” I swallowed hard, forcing my wolf back down just as his frustration began to build. “But I just want to know the truth. That’s all. Are you really who you say you are? Are you the princess I was betrothed to?”

Bianca whipped her head toward me, eyes flashing. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re not siding with her, are you?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

Despite what I may have thought or suspected of her at the moment, the fact of the matter was that Bianca was carrying my child in her belly. Despite everything, she needed me. Our baby needed me.

When I opened my eyes again, Bianca was still vomiting. I exhaled one more time and walked into the bathroom, gathering her hair out of her face and holding it up with one hand while my other rubbed soothing circles across her back.

All the while, though, my mind was racing. I kept thinking about what Liora had said. The claims she had made were unfounded to the untrained eye, but we all knew that there was something fishy about Bianca. The banquet at that predator’s castle, the King’s Beta not seeming to recognize her, all of the other strange moments over the past several months…

Something wasn’t adding up.

I needed to get to the bottom of it.

So I decided, as I held her hair back and murmured soothing words, that I would look into Bianca’s lineage on my own before the wedding.