10. Fake or Real

[Amor’s POV]

My mother had never slapped me.

I wasn’t trying to rip off her clothes. It was an accident. Or maybe that too was a part of her plan to gain everyone’s favour.

That was why I hated women. They were full of drama, tactics and conspiracy. No matter what they do to men, no one would say a word, but if a man does the slightest thing to them, the entire world goes against him.

I strutted to the chivalry practice ground, which had turned muddy because of the rain. The knights who were there bowed in unison. I gestured them to leave, and they emptied the ground.

I took off my clothes from my upper body and started hitting wooden targets with my sword.

That girl is a headache. Her double personality was literally pissing me off.

If she wasn’t important to protect, I would have killed her along with that mate of hers.

Mate. Another fucking concept of this freaking society. Mate! Nothing like mates or true love existed in real life. It was either lust or selfishness. Love w