Semua Bab The Cursed Alpha And His Rejected Bride: Bab 11 - Bab 17

DianaI didn’t want to scream.That would alert him. If he came to find me about to run away, he would do some really bad things to me. I hadn’t known him for more than three days, but at the same time, he did seem worse than my father.He hadn’t hit me yet, but I knew for a fact that I was running out of grace.Honestly, I didn’t want to take a hit from him.Hence, through the grueling pain, I just sat still, shivering, crying, and turning.There were insects in the damn hole, and the place smelled of damp earth and rotting meat.I would soon be the rotting meat here.I don’t know how long I was there before I finally succumbed to fatigue.His voice woke me up, and opening my eyes, the light from the sun hit me hard.“How did you enjoy your bed?” he jibed.I hated him.“I’m sorry,” I said, instead of the mouthful of insults I could have hurled at him. Because in reality, I actually wanted to get out of this dark, creepy hole, where only one ray of sun hit, depending on the time of th

EdricWas I a little too harsh on her?Muzan’s reaction to me said everything I needed to know. He was my butler and did everything I told him to do, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be angry at me when I did something he didn’t like.And he was…pissed.He didn’t serve me breakfast in the morning, and when I came to the kitchen to ask, he simply showed me the pot.Also, he had been away from the house for a while.He didn’t run away or anything.Where would he run to? Here was his home.When he came back, he looked like he wanted to slap me all shades of silly. If he could, he actually would have.“It’s called tough love, Muzan,” I echoed after him as he brushed past me on his way into the house.“It’s not tough love if she actually dies,” he shot back almost immediately, “or worse still…if she suffers an injury we can’t treat. How would that make you feel?”“What? After she suffers from the consequences of her own actions?” I countered. “She fell into that hole, Muzan. I didn’t push

DianaI knew my mother’s face from the portraits my father kept of her at home, but here, she was much younger.Maybe just as young as I am now, and she was smiling.I don’t know how her picture got here, or who painted it, but it sure as hell gave me the chills to find it here.It was also in the best condition out of all the paintings here, which meant it was relatively recent. I couldn’t even begin to fathom.I didn’t know where to draw theories from, how to even begin asking questions…if I was going to even ask.I just stood there, staring in awe, as the massive smiling face, almost double normal human proportions stared back at me.Every little detail on her face was emphasized by the brush, and every color was represented accurately. Almost like she was right there…with me…in the room.Oddly enough, it didn’t creep me out. I just felt the chills of being around my mother. On her face was an emotion I had never seen. My father’s portraits of her were always still. Like the painte