Angie continued to speak, shaking. Even though her sobs, her evil whispers came out clearly.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to understand you, my lord. If it had to be for political reasons... I was going to tell you that if there was no way for you to escape that marriage, even if it meant dying, I would wait. I would wait here until everything was over and you could return proudly as a single person... No matter how long it took. But... That wasn’t the end.”
Tears eventually flowed down her cheeks.
“How can I tell a man who has made a vow to marry another woman, sleeps in the same bed with her and is ready to have children with her...? I can’t do that.”
“Angie. The child is not mine either. As soon as Leticia gives birth to the child as a Duchess, I will be free. Whether the child lives or dies, I don’t care what happens to it in the future! If that’s what you want, I will never see the child again in my life. And with you immediately...”
“No, my lord. That is not right.”
The other cheek quickly became wet as well. His hand let go of her chin and rested on her slender shoulder.
“I can’t allow a child who deserves to be loved by his parents... to be neglected. I have absolutely no intention of allowing my very existence to become a stumbling block.”
“Fuck, Angie!”
A swear word burst from his mouth. After letting out a very short cry, Kyle tried to catch his breath. His shoulders were sore as if they were going to break. Both of their eyes were red and wet.
How much time had passed? The eyes that had been shining so fiercely as if they were going to tear her apart had become colder, and the breathing that had been heaving in her chest had calmed down. However, the hands that had been placing their hands on her shoulders remained the same.
“So. This is the end...? You and me?”
“Yes. It is not me, but the Lord who has decided the end.”
“You don’t love me...?”
He gritted his teeth and groaned as he asked. It was like his intestines were about to be twisted and torn apart. His forehead, smooth as a sculpture sculpted by God, was distorted in pain.
“Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll let you go. As best I can, so that I can trust you.”
“I love you.”
There was not a moment of hesitation. Angie continued speaking calmly, so calmly that it seemed as if she were reciting a majestic poem.
“I love you, Kyle. Don’t you know...? It’s so painful to love someone so sincerely.”
“Angie.”
“But from this moment on... no, tomorrow, after the new day dawns, I will not love you.”
Kyle looked down at her in silence. He seemed speechless at the calm declaration that her love for him would last only until today. Is this what it feels like to be sentenced to death?
Seconds passed. Finally, he opened his mouth. And he smiled. It was a beautiful, yet strange smile as if drawn. It didn’t take long for Angie to realize the meaning of the eerieness.
“Master...”
A handful of hair was grabbed and her body fell backwards in an instant. The soft bed shook violently and a sturdy shadow immediately covered Angie's body. Angie gasped for breath at the sound of her clothes being torn apart.
The once gentle touches turned into the violent claws of a monster, and the warm and cozy heat turned into a suffocating flame. The hair was messily disheveled on her forehead, and his piercing blue eyes were deeply embedded in Angie's.
“No, Angie. You absolutely cannot do that.”
The hem of her clothes rustled loudly. Angie screamed at the intense pain of the hot heat rubbing against her. It was a scream different from pleasure. Her eyes, which had been shining like emeralds, quickly became wet as they held pain.
“You will have to love me tomorrow, and the day after, and on and on. Forever...!”
The growling sound of a beast was intertwined with the breath of the field. The quiet room suddenly turned into a hellish mess. The headboard of the bed hit the solid wall as if it were going to break. The entire mansion seemed to be spitting out the howling of a giant monster.
A violent shiver ran through her entire body from head to toe. Every protrusion and mucous membrane that made up her body was repeatedly going through extreme sensations and then becoming numb at every moment.
Angie finally lost consciousness amidst gasping breaths and dull, continuous shaking. Her already weak body could not withstand his madness.
***
Kyle came every midnight for four days. He questioned Angie bout her meals, even though he must have been told in advance whether she had eaten properly, and he kept asking her if she had changed her mind, trying to persuade her, and eventually getting angry.
He didn't throw things or yell. On the contrary, it was always Angie who was the one who was swearing. Every time he threw her down on the bed and got drunk, she resisted and pleaded with all her might, but it was no use.
Every time that happened, the young master seemed to become another person. He acted as if his reason had been completely consumed by madness as if he had gone completely mad. He insisted that she withdraw her breakup with him, and the more she refused, the more he seemed to insist that she was his. It was a display of twisted possessiveness.
Every time Angie opened her eyes in the morning, her clothes were tattered and torn and disheveled. Traces of the previous night were left here and there on the sheets, and her naked body was covered in red marks. She couldn't control her body properly as if she had been beaten all night.
Sometimes it seemed as if he had heard her pleas. He had pushed her to the brink of fainting, and just before losing consciousness, he had hugged her and begged her.
"Angie. Please... Don't do this. Please. I only have you..."
There were times when she felt a warm hand in her sleep. He lifted her limp hand and kissed the back of her hand, her palm, and every knuckle, and whispered something. When he buried his face in her neck, Angie's neck and cheeks would get wet with tears. Tears that were not hers would fall like raindrops on her face, neck, and here and there.
"Angie, I love you. Please don't do this to me. How can you... when I love you so much?"
But before they were entangled on the bed, he pushed her with a frighteningly cold attitude. With his cold and merciless eyes that seemed to freeze her whole body, Angie felt like a criminal. As if he were interrogating a woman who had committed adultery, the harsher his pressure became, the more she responded with a colder gaze.
Her heart still loved him, and it was miserable. So she acted as if she had closed her heart even more, and Kyle reacted even more violently. Unlike her appearance which calmed down the more angry he got, his eyes became more fierce, and he ran wild on the bed like a crazy beast.
Angie felt like she was going crazy from the repetition in that dark, chaotic place. She even thought about pretending to follow his words and running away from the mansion. However, the word “running away” itself didn’t make sense on the island. No matter how far she ran and hid, it was obvious that she would be caught within a few days.
Mom... Dad. I hope you’re not worried now.
The Duke's residence had been busy recently with garden reorganization and repairs in preparation for the coming spring. Jerome must have given them a plausible explanation for her absence, saying they had urgently called her to the mansion because they needed more manpower. At least that was one reassuring thing.
But how long should I be locked up here?
It had only been a few days, but there was no end in sight. If things continued this way, she would really be forced onto a ship. Then she would be taken to the capital without being able to see her parents or say hello to her friends.
She prayed and prayed to God that the young master would change his mind and let her go. At first, she also prayed and pleaded with Kyle, but she didn't do it anymore. The more she pleaded, the more angry he became.
Angie didn't know what to do. She thought she should go to the capital together and run away from there. But she had no relatives or anything on the mainland. The world outside the island was like an unknown world to her. Even if she ran away, she was empty-handed and had no idea where or how to go.
Martin Silva...
Suddenly, a man who had not appeared in her dreams for a while came to mind. He had said that she had to escape from the island as soon as possible. He had also said that her life would be in danger if she did not.
Even though Angie stopped drinking rose tea, why doesn't he appear in her dreams anymore? And that song has also gradually faded from my consciousness.
Sunset over the sea after the wind and rain have passed...
She couldn't remember the next verse. The girls from the embroidery group, who clearly existed, had disappeared at some point.
What was her name? Victoria? No. Natal... Natalie?
She prayed and prayed to God that the young master would change his mind and let her go. At first, she also prayed and pleaded with Kyle, but she didn't do it anymore. The more she pleaded, the more angry he became.
Angie didn't know what to do. She thought she should go to the capital together and run away from there. But she had no relatives or anything on the mainland. The world outside the island was like an unknown world to her. Even if she ran away, she was empty-handed and had no idea where or how to go.
Martin Silva...
Suddenly, a man who had not appeared in her dreams for a while came to mind. He had said that she had to escape from the island as soon as possible. He had also said that her life would be in danger if she did not.
Even though Angie stopped drinking rose tea, why doesn't he appear in her dreams anymore? And that song has also gradually faded from my consciousness.
Sunset over the sea after the wind and rain have passed...
She couldn't remember the next verse. The girls from the embroidery group, who clearly existed, had disappeared at some point.
What was her name? Victoria? No. Natal... Natalie?
The other one was completely unclear. Angie held her head in her hands and bit her lips. Her head was splitting. She couldn’t figure out what was going on. But one thing was clear to her, squeezing her heart so hard it hurt.
Kyle had changed, but her feelings had not. No matter how he treated her body and how viciously he shook her, she could not hate him. Perhaps all that anger and depravity was ultimately based on the premise that he still wanted her.
But she couldn't accept the future he wanted. No matter how formal and temporary his marriage was, it could never be. He had clearly said that he would have a child with Leticia. How could that be a formal marriage?
How could a child born from a vow as a couple be meaningless to both of them?
Kyle had changed, but her feelings had not. No matter how he treated her body and how viciously he shook her, she could not hate him. Perhaps all that anger and depravity was ultimately based on the premise that he still wanted her.
But she couldn't accept the future he wanted. No matter how formal and temporary his marriage was, it could never be. He had clearly said that he would have a child with Leticia. How could that be a formal marriage?
How could a child born from a vow as a couple be meaningless to both of them?
It's so twisted and makes my head hurt 😵
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