Hollowed by Hatred

Five years after my household was sentenced to death, in my fifth year as a slave at the military camp, someone suddenly brought me away and said I had to marry the princess. Before I could understand what was happening, I ended up outside my family's mansion. It was supposed to be destroyed. I looked at my father and older sister, who were supposed to be long dead. My sister helped me down from the carriage as though nothing was wrong. “It’s been five years, Michael. Have you repented for your mistakes? “It’s all because you insisted on marrying the princess and made Ethan attempt suicide. If you hadn’t been so stubborn, we wouldn’t have punished you like that. “Now the princess is pregnant with Ethan’s child, and she’s graciously allowed you to marry her. What do you say?” It was only then that I realized the death sentence was a lie. They faked their deaths and threw me into a military camp for five years of torture, all to punish me for “mistreating” my younger brother. I was so shaken that I coughed up blood. My father waved me off with a frown. “We just sent you to the army to teach you a lesson. There’s no need to put on such an act. “The princess still misses you, but she’s bearing Ethan’s child. You have to respect Ethan’s decisions and put him first, you hear? “Come on, let’s get ready for your wedding.” Looking at his waving hand, I suddenly remembered my “masters” from the military camp. My knees buckled, and I slapped myself instinctively. “I’m sorry, Master, it’s all my fault! “Please give me three days! I’ll die after three days!”