I Raised Him for Eighteen Years — Novel

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In a kingdom where loyalty is a fragile facade, Genevieve’s world shatters as her son, Caelan, rises against her, cloaked in ambition and vengeance. Eighteen years of sacrifice and care unravel in an instant when he takes the throne by force, revealing a ruthless side that Genevieve never anticipated. How could the boy she saved from the cold become a man capable of such betrayal?

As blood stains the palace floor, a chilling question haunts her: can love survive the storm of power and betrayal? Caelan’s actions send ripples of chaos through the realm, but his heart is not the only one at stake. With tensions high and the future uncertain, Genevieve must navigate the treacherous waters of court politics while grappling with a truth that turns her world further upside down—her son harbors feelings that defy the very fabric of their relationship.

With alliances shifting and dangers lurking in every shadow, can Genevieve find a way to save not only her kingdom but the son she once knew? As they stand on the brink of war, the question looms: what price will they pay for love—and power?

I Raised Him for Eighteen YearsChapter 1 The Coup

“Mother, place your seal on this decree.”

Caelan entered, the chill of the night wind trailing behind him, his guards flanking him as they faced me with drawn weapons.

My heart froze over. I took a few measured steps forward and tilted my head to look at him.

“Why can’t you wait a little longer? Just one more year, and you’ll take full command. I have never clung to power...”

“Mother!”

His dark eyes bore into mine, unyielding. “Forgive me, but I can’t wait.”

Why couldn’t he wait? It was only one more year! Was it really so unbearable?

The child I once knew had changed, standing here now, leading a coup against me. He was unrecognizable.

“Bring him in!”

Caelan’s voice was cold, and soon enough, the disgraced Regent Lord, Alistair, was dragged into the chamber, his clothes disheveled.

“You insolent wretch!” Alistair spat, struggling against the guards. “How dare you turn against your own mother? Are you not afraid of divine retribution?”

He was forced to the ground, his body weak but his eyes blazing with rage.