All Chapters of Slave To The Demon King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Arabella did not speak to anyone until evening. She was overly fixed on minding her business, which was a very good idea now that she had almost no one to talk to anymore. Her master was no longer speaking to her - not that she was interested in speaking to him either. And Markus Dane did not return to the kitchen after he had left. Her confession and confrontation must have done a number on her.She did not want to think about it, but the betrayal still stung like fresh wound - terrible and pale fresh wound. Being lied to in the face was not exactly Arabella's hobby, but her master had kept away something very important. She did not know if she could ever trust him again. Arabella was not sure if she would ever allow herself trust him again.She went about her chores in silence and ended with cleaning the living room. She was bent over one of the sofas in a bid to push dust off the throw pillows, when she heard footsteps slowly approach the door of the of the living room.Arabella d

The next morning, after struggling to get her much needed sleep, she continued with her regular chores - thanking the heavens she did not need to clean his room - and took her bath, before she settled to have breakfast.She set the table for two, since the meal was as simple as tea and sandwiches. Though a part of her knew and believed that her master would not show up that morning. He had not come to the dining since they had their argument, and it was better for her. She did not need to see him, not when she was not yet over all that had happened. Arabella raised her cup of tea to her lips and sipped the tea, the slurping sound gave her comfort, and she was loving every bit of the comfort it provided. She leaned back into her chair and closed her eyes, but was immediately distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching the dining. Her eyes flew open, but she kept her gaze on the table. She would hate to see him at the time she was least prepared to do so, she thought to herself.

Her legs trembled as she staggered backwards, the sole of her feet suddenly felt hot, as though it would melt through the ground. Beads of sweat broke out of the skin of her forehead, while her lips shook violently and her teeth gnashed against themselves. Arabella shook her head repeatedly - times without number - in disbelief. She did not want to believe the words that had slipped out of his tongue. There was no way he could lie to her again. He could not have raised her hopes to this extent for nothing. Master Klaus turned over his shoulder to look at her. The disappointment in her eyes outweighed it. He must have known how important leaving this place was to her, he must have known how badly she wanted her freedom, he must have known that he was the only one capable of setting her free. So, he must have used his one strength to toy with her out of malice. Her mind continued to ponder on these thoughts, but she forced herself to push it to the back of her mind. However, the

When they said "knowledge is pain, ignorance is a bliss” were in no doubt, speaking of the situation of Klaus.No. It did not matter that his story only happened years after the dating was birthed, he was convinced that it had been projected into the future to haunt him, and nothing could convince him otherwise. After he left the mansion of his best friend, his thoughts began to spiral. He could not stop thinking about what had been said, and the implication it had on him.He stormed into his house, and went to Arabella's room, the room of the woman who tormented his thoughts, but he did not find the refuge he had expected. So, he walked out in anger. He eluded her of his presence and found safety somewhere rather... unconventional; his mini bar. Klaus Lavon had never considered himself an alcoholic. Surely, the son of the devil had to be above all things, above all addictions. Yet, it seemed to be the only thing capable of healing his tormented heart. So, he picked up his bottle

Klaus Lavon stretched his arms and twisted his head to relax the muscles of his neck, he had been on his laptop for hours after his last encounter with Delilah, and it was necessary he did some work to blow off some steam. When he heard a knock on his office door, he rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh as he leaned into the chair behind him, giving his back the first form of comfort it had experienced in the last three hours. "Come in!" He called out. He had expected to see one of his guards, or Mrs George step into the room. However, he was taken aback by the sight of a frowning Arabella. Klaus sat up immediately, as though he was under some sort of spell initiated by her. Her presence caused him to jerk up and he leaned into his table immediately he saw her. "Is everything alright, Arabella? You do not, you do not look quite well." He started to speak. Arabella hissed and dropped her hands to her sides. "I was going to cook dinner, then I found out there are no more groceries. I