Valley of Dust by Karoleen Vry Brucks Read Free Book Online

like that,” Anton said. “Get out, Anton. You disgust me. I disown you. From now on, you are no longer my brother. You knew my feelings for Selene, you knew how much I wanted her. Why, Anton?” Lucian cried out. “Because, brother, I’ve always wanted what is yours. At least I had her first.” With that remark, Lucian lost control and smashed Anton through Anton’s bedroom doors. “Get out, Anton, or I will find a Gypsy who will make you wish you were dead.” Anton grinned at what Lucian had said. Lucian knew this was not the last time he would see his brother; after all, they were both on the council. At least for now he would get some time to recover from this ordeal tonight. Lucian went up to his room and sat in his chair. He was deeply depressed. His heart was broken; he knew it was not Selene’s fault, but why would his brother betray him after all he had done for him? Lucian had finally disowned his brother, but it brought no satisfaction to his heart.

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    I AWOKE IN A beautiful and luxurious room. This bedroom was a dreamlike place, something I’d always would have wanted but could never own. The pillows and bed melded to my body like I was sleeping on a cloud. The color scheme of this room all matched the feeling of sleeping in the sky. The furniture had a modern, clean Italian look to it, like something right out of a magazine. This bedroom was twice the size of my apartment, I suddenly realized how small I was compared to this room’s size. When I got up to look around, there was amazing artwork to glance at. Everywhere I turned there was art; it was like touring my own personal art museum. Every piece of furniture went with every piece of artwork. I was astonished at how well this room had been put together and how well it was blended. If I had the money, I suppose I would have made my room like this bedroom. The bedroom was made for an artist, a very rich artist , I thought. The bedroom breathed love, affection, and soul in every crack, corner, and section. Then reality had sunk in; everything that had happened to me came crashing down. How could I have put so much blind faith in a man like Anton who I barely knew? Then my stomach turned. I had slept with that piece of filth. I thought I could have connected and loved someone, but it was all a lie. My soul had become soiled by my own curiosity. Seeing those women with Anton, all in his bed, what was that? Was I some sort of conquest? A new notch for his bedpost? Damn my inexperience with men. I couldn’t believe I had fallen prey so easily. It was just like that man had said. I was a puppet, so easily manipulated. Inviting a stranger like Anton into my bed, my heart, the thought of it made me cringe and I had no one to blame but myself. I decided I needed to take my mind off this. I looked around my surroundings and realized there were four doors. The one closest to the bed was the one I had decided to inspect first. When I opened the door, I gasped at the size of the room. It must have been a walk-in closet built for a monarch. It was massive and set my curiosity in flames. I shot out to inspect the clothing. It was marvelous; there were sections for different occasions. They were all color coded, and underneath each section were matching shoes. This was a dream come true for most girls. My hands rubbed against one of the dresses; it was sky blue. The feel of it was amazing. It had a red ribbon right under the breast, making it an empire-waist dress. I reached to look at the size of the dress and was shocked to learn it was the same size I was: a size six. Underneath the dress was a gorgeous pair of red dress shoes. They had no heels and strangely were a size ten. This was getting crazy; not only did the clothes match my size but so did the shoes? It felt like all this was somehow meant for me, which scared me. As I was about to run outside the closet, which was about the size of my apartment’s bedroom, I crashed into someone. Towels flew