As the door closed behind him, Sorayah's smile faded just slightly. She turned back to Mellisa, her gaze calm, yet unreadable.
"What's wrong?" Mellisa asked, raising a brow as a mocking grin curled on her lips. "Are you here to apologize now that I'm almost due and ready to rule the harem again? Are you shaking in your shoes now as you can't stop imagining the kind of tortures that awaits you. "
A wicked laugh escaped her throat before she continued, "I'm sorry, Sorayah, but it's far too late for that. I'm afraid your life is about to become a living hell the moment I give birth to my prince. And don't get your hopes up....no matter how much you scheme, you won't be able to lay a finger on him."