All Chapters of Scarred Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER TEN; Gun Fires — Dalia just stared as Agnes’ body went lip and fell like a dead vegetable. There was an awful thud as her head crashed with the table before falling completely to the ground. Dalia’s mouth twitches as she imagines how painful it is when she wakes up but she doesn’t care. It was her who will suffer. Because of the sound, the other maids went to see and were very startled when they saw the scene. Dalia sneered at them when they screamed. “Shut up, she’s not dead yet. Stop overreacting.” She tried pulling her body but Agnes was heavy for her, her face scrunched. “Despite having a small figure, you sure weigh, huh? Heh, that must be the reason why he doesn’t like you.” She kicked her. “Ugly.” She looked at the frightened maids and called out for them. “You three, help me put her down in the basement!” One of the three maids tried protesting. “Bu-but Sir Leon will—“ “Shut up!” She shouted in rage. “Leon will not mind!” Another one talked back. “He will! You

CHAPTER TWELVE: Cleaning — The gunfire rang like thunder in a raging storm, accompanied by a flash of silvery-white lightning. It was deafening against the silence of the mountain. Crows flapped their wings in the air in fright and immediately flew away from the direction of the loud sounds. They caw as they evacuated the area and they disappeared through the night. After this noisy gunfire was a loud thud of a falling body on the floor. Like a frozen lake in the middle of the winter, Leon coldly looked at the lying body on the floor, unmoving with red liquid constantly oozing out from the bullet wound on her forehead. His eyes were emotionless, as he watched the liquid oozed from the bullet wound, he looks like he was just watching a regular tv show. Dalia has her eyes wide open and the shock in her eyes as she stared at the ceiling was still there. She seems like she doesn't know why she was killed, of course, she'll never know. She wasn’t given enough time to think about what

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Red Wine — Leon hoisted her up, carrying her in a bridal style. It startled Agnes; she let out a small gasp and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body leaned on his. It was hot, comfortably hot. Like the temperature of hot bats near volcanoes, or just warm water for a bath. The coldness of the basement seeped through her body during the time that she was lying there, unconscious. But after the contact with her and Leon’s body, wiped the coldness away. Like the first sun ray after winter, his warmth spreads to her skin, penetrating her bone. The comfortable feeling of warmth made Agnes sleepy. She leaned even more onto him, trying to absorb more heat. She placed her face against his neck and nuzzled there. A familiar scent of cool mint hit her nose, and it sent her mind into a frenzy. Her body relaxed, and her firm, iron grip on his neck also softened. She was in the middle of consciousness and unconsciousness when a finger tapped on her nose gently. “Agnes

CHAPTER SIXTEEN A Friend. A Friend? — Agnes was speechless for a while, she stared at the unknown man with her mouth slightly hanging open. No one talked either, the surrounding was quiet and they could almost hear the crickets’ chirps outside. “A friend?” She suddenly asked. “You are his friend?” It might be because he noticed her doubt, the man Robert his name, laughed briefly and wore his hat again. “Indeed, that, I am. Why? Is it something you found hard to understand?” “Yes—no! I mean…” Agnes bit her lips, not wanting to proceed to ask because she will surely sound even ruder. “I’m sorry.” She doesn’t know what was funny, but the man started to laugh again. He flicked his hand to show that he wasn’t bothered by it. “It’s fine, it’s fine! I get that a lot. This man—your husband doesn’t really look like someone who has friends.” “Don’t destroy my image to my wife, Robert,” Leon warned, but Agnes was shocked to see a small smile on his lips. “Sorry about that!” Agnes didn

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: A Seed of Doubt --- Agnes started avoiding him after that because they haven’t crossed paths even for once---except for breakfasts, lunch, and dinners---she thought that she finally mastered the art of ninjas. She told this to Leon, only to be laughed at by him. “What are you laughing at?” She asked, her cheeks puffed with airs. They were already in their room, preparing to retire for the night when she remembered those thoughts. So, she shared it with him, she thought her would praise her, but the man laughed at her instead. She doesn’t even know what was funny. “My wife is adorable.” He suddenly stated, wrecking her brain. “W-what are you even saying…” She can feel her face heating up, she slid down to the covers. “Now, now.” Her husband tried fishing her up again. “Don’t hide. Let me see your face.” “No!” She refused, gripping the sheets tighter. “You will only laugh at me…” “I won’t.” He suddenly stopped pulling, instead, he was caressing her head, sooth