All Chapters of Corrupted: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

9 Years Ago “Get the hell closet, you little shit!” Azen's furious voice came out, yelling at the young couple running away in the forest. Zadicus and Persephone were running, holding hands as Azen was infuriated at their audacity to kiss in front of Red Rain’s office. “Why does the old man always target me?” Persephone hissed as they were out of his sight. Stopping and turning to each other. “He might have a special hatred towards you.” Zadicus shrugged, wrapping his hand on her shoulder, pulling her close and kissing her cheeks. “Shit, he is coming. Run, Zadicus.” She panted, noticing Azen was coming to teach them a lesson. “You sure love pissing Sir Azen off, don’t you?” He laughed, picking her up and knowing his speed, he ran, holding her. “He is a member of Red Rain, he will beat us to a pulp one day.” He told her but she giggled, wrapping her hands around his neck. Loving how perfect his hands felt on his body. “So what?” She smirked, relaxed in his arms. “Looks like

The soldiers return from their long and harsh journey after making a trade of their comrade with a pain in their chest.They won but what happened at the end evoked repulsion in their hearts for Zadicus for being so insensitive.All of the leaders remained silent on their way, hanging their heads low in their own dejection.Azen was pitying the once notorious, deeply connected couple along with mourning Alaiya's death.Randall and Zen were woeful after seeing Trstan like this, knowing he must be among the kill-on-sight criminal list.Kriss was thinking about Persephone, his heart filling with distress."Remember everyone. As I commanded, none of us will disclose this matter, understood?" Kriss ordered before they bring back their victory to Aziel."And even if a single rumor gets out, I will know who did it and that person will pay dearly. Do I make myself clear?" He asked dominantly, eyes devoid from his usual; gentleness at the moment."Yes, His Highness." They bowed, accepting it a

Back to Persephone and Zadicus. After Kriss’ army left, they were left alone and she continued to glare at him constantly with rage building in her chest. Seeing his state overflowing her chest in dismal, the thought that her Zadicus changed so much shattered her heart. “I won’t forgive you.” She hissed, grabbing her thing but hissed in pain by the broken bone and shoulder. “I am not asking for it anyways.” He muttered, taking a step closer, offering to take her bag. Her shoulder was always in pain so she threw it at him but he caught it swiftly. “Treat your wounds first.” He said coming closer but she moved back. “I don’t even want to stay in your vicinity.” She hissed but he stood unaffected and she walked to Tristan. “Is there any medic?” She asked, looking around the battlefield where only enemies' bodies lay. Because Kriss took the bodies of his soldiers back to provide them a proper burial. “Yes. I will show you.” Daphne came out of nowhere before her, motioning her to

Trembling by the assertiveness of his words, her eyes widened in disbelief, moving back.“You will regret it.” She growled, curling her hands in a tight fist.Refusing to believe the man before her is the same person she called her lover.“I know I won’t. Your imprisonment in my arena is a dark desire.” When his deep voice expressed his desire, she felt appalled.“Zadicus.” Murmuring his name, she moved back but grabbed the chain on her ankle.“Ah, don’t.” He warned. He pulled her back, placing her under him, securing his hand across from her, indulging in her powerlessness.“Don’t you dare-” He cut her off seductively.“Ah, dear, Be careful of your words. They will determine your consequences so you better use them wisely.” He warned.“I cannot believe it’s you.” She whispered, disappointment glistening in her eyes.“Me too.” He whispered back, traveling his eyes from her desirable lip to her body and back to her flickering eyes.“You are not the man I loved.” She whispered, repulse

Meanwhile when Zadicus and Persephone were in the room, others were present at the grand hall, minding their own business. Tristan was lying on a couch. Leona sat at its further corner as he put his leg over her laps. She frowned at his action to which he winked in return but ignoring it, she leaned back and asked. “What’s My Liege’s obsession with her anyways?” Leona asked, bewildered after seeing Zadicus’s mien towards Persephone. “You cannot fathom her worth in his perspective, Leona.” He sighed, his head on the armrest, one arm covering his face. “Still, Tristan. What is so great about that woman?” She whined, she wanted to perceive the reasoning. “Let’s consider her the peak of his gaze.” He hummed, closing his eyes, trying to sleep but it’s not possible in her presence. “Exactly. Why?” She said, slapping his foot away. “Stop asking the same question, woman. You are pissing me off now.” He growled, sitting up, glaring at her to leave and not bother him. “I am just curiou