Chapter 8

In this torment, time seemed to lose all meaning.

I don't know how long I was there.

The silver chains bit into my flesh, and I suffered from bouts of fever and chills.

Countless times in my dreams, I called out Kieran's name, only to wake to the heavy silence of the dark.

There was no response.

No one came to see me.

Until one day, the guard unlocked my chains.

"You can go. Lord Kieran said if you behave, you can return to the Moon Tower to continue your work."

I was thrown out of the prison gates as if I were discarded refuse.

It was raining heavily.

Injured all over, I stumbled along the muddy road.

A black car stopped in front of me.

The window rolled down, revealing Kieran's handsome but impassive face.

"Get in," he said. "If you kneel and apologize to Seraphina now, I can pretend none of this ever happened."

I looked at him, feeling like I was looking at a stranger.

My spirit had broken, and even hate felt like too much effort.

"No need." I walked around the car and continued forward.

Kieran didn’t follow.

He probably thought I was playing hard to get.

Back at the manor, I went straight to my perfumery lab to pack my things.

"Want to know how he and I met?" Seraphina was leaning against the doorway, unseen by me.

I said flatly, "Not interested. That has nothing to do with me."

But she started talking anyway:

"A hundred years ago, I happened to save Kieran from a demon hunter. Because of that, I only had a few years left to live. Just before I died, Kieran found me. He promised he would repay me with his entire life, that no one would ever separate us."

"But I never expected you to appear before I was fully recovered!"

"Even though Kieran promised me that the only person he truly loves is me, I can tell he cares about you… How could you take Kieran’s love from me!"

She suddenly gave a wicked smile. "So, the assassin… I was the one who hired him."

"It's a shame he didn't succeed in killing you."

I listened to her entire plan, feeling a strange sense of resolution I’d never known before.

"I won’t compete with you for Kieran, don’t worry."

"Of course I know that. What makes you think you're worthy of competing with me?"

"By the way, that day I said I felt insecure, guess what special gift Kieran gave me?"

Seraphina dangled a black USB drive in her hand.

"This is highly amusing," she said with a smile, walking into the room and plugging the drive into my computer. "Kieran personally showed this to me. He said it was so I could understand how you ‘serve’ him."

The screen lit up.

My pupils instantly dilated.

It was a video.

The footage showed the scene of Kieran and me performing the blood contract ritual in the secret room.

It was our most private, most sacred moment.

Not only that, she swiped with two fingers, revealing folder abbreviations.

Every moment I had spent with Kieran for the past five years was meticulously recorded!

My blood ran cold.

"Kieran said that during the assassination attempt back then, your mother's family was implicated. As her daughter, he felt you were deserving of punishment for her involvement."

"He said this was just a way to tame a wild beast," Seraphina whispered into my ear, her voice venomous. "He also said locking you up in the Cell of Silence this time was to keep me happy. He didn’t care if your legs were broken, as long as I was satisfied."

"He never loved you, not from beginning to end."

She kept talking, but her words became a blur.

At this moment, on this cold, rainy night, all the love, all the fantasies, all the grievances from the past five years turned to ashes.

"Is it true?"

I asked softly, my fingers tracing the foolish, love-struck version of myself on the screen.

"Of course. Don't believe me? Go check his study’s secret room. The original recordings are in the safe. The code is my birthday."

I pushed her aside and rushed to Kieran’s study.

Just as she said, the code to the secret room had been changed.

0915.

Without hesitation, I entered Seraphina’s birthday.

Beep.

The door opened.

In the safe, a box of video tapes lay quietly. The label read: Aurora – Taming Record.

"Hahahaha…"

I burst into laughter, tears mixing with the rain and flowing into my mouth, tasting incredibly bitter.

Taming Record.

So in his eyes, I was just a pet used to vent hatred and desire.

I grabbed the lighter from the table.

Beside it was Kieran’s most cherished thermostatic cabinet, used to preserve Seraphina’s blood samples.

And those priceless ancient books, land deeds.

"Kieran, since you like ‘fiery’ lessons…"

I lit the curtains.

Flames quickly licked at the dry books and wooden furniture.

The place was filled with flammable alchemical materials.

Blue flames shot up instantly, devouring everything.