The Devil's Protection のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

There was a knock on the door; I was silent, did not want to speak, just sat motionless, holding lavender flowers in my lap. The servant outside also understood that it was my way of not refusing; she slowly pushed open the room door and placed the breakfast food on the table.Still the same, the dishes were meticulously colorful, but I had no appetite. I just took one look and then looked away.As she was about to leave the room, I couldn't help but ask. "Where's the boss?"The maid looked quite surprised; she looked outside, looked at me a few times, and then spoke. "The boss has been in the room since morning; haven't you seen him?" She thought for a moment and then suddenly spoke. "In the morning, he even said he would come up to call you for breakfast; he was in a good mood. I have been serving in the house for a while but have never seen the owner so happy."I froze, looking up at her in disbelief. For some reason, I had a bad feeling. I unconsciously squeezed the lavender flowe

Seeing her like that should have made me very happy, but why do I feel uncomfortable in my chest?I suddenly remembered Edward; before, every time I did something wrong, afraid of being discovered by my parents, I would hug his arm tightly to coax him; if not, I would cry bitterly. I know Edward is most afraid of seeing my tears, knowing his weakness, so I always use that method to force him to lie for me. Although Edward often found out I was faking, he still indulged me unconditionally. Because of Edward, I have never been afraid of anything because I understand well that no matter what terrible things I do, there is someone behind me ready to support me.Remembering some old things makes me unable to help but feel bitter when I remember the present. Edward's cold, emotionless face popped into my head, tightening my chest. I looked up at Vincent; Edward and Vincent's faces interlocked. They are utterly different in every way, but they have one thing in common: that is hugely loving

I was violently thrown down in front of Vincent's door; in pain, I heard a knock on the door, and then the group of men quickly disappeared. In the long, gloomy corridor, I was left alone for a moment.Due to the gag, I couldn't speak or scream; I could only use all my strength to untie the ropes and get out of there before Vincent opened the door.But in the end, still not in time, the door opened, and Vincent's cold face appeared in the darkness. His eyes darted over mine, including a few glints of unspeakable astonishment. There was only an awkward and suffocating atmosphere between us.After a minute, Vincent stooped to help me up. He helped me untie and remove the towel from my mouth, coldly throwing it in the trash. My wrists and legs were red but red due to being tightened by the rope; I frowned and rubbed it a little to relieve the pain. Just as I wanted to leave, Vincent's bloody arm caught my eye; he let his hand drop to his thigh, blood still dripping from the wound, drippi

Slap!A shrill screech tore through the cold wind, my red hand slowly descending along with Fayre's swollen half-face.Everyone present was amazed by my somewhat crazy actions. Their face was written the question: Who is that girl that dares to slap Vincent's sister?Fayre's eyes widened in shock, clutching her left cheek, hissing through her teeth. "You dare slap me?""Not only slap, I can kill you if you dare touch my brother again," I replied loudly without fear.Our eyes met for a few seconds, and Fayre's eyes were filled with utter fury. I smacked her once before without restraint, and Fayre said she would kill me if it happened again. And this time, her words came true.Fayre's eyes reddened, and she roared in command. "Catch her back, bring her to the torture area for me. It would be nice if she could see her brother again in the moment before she died; that's also the last kindness I have for her."My hands were tied, I struggled with all my strength but could not escape the f

Unable to wait any longer, I rushed to the slave camp E. The soldiers bowed to their sides in greeting and seemed terrified at my sudden appearance. I passed them and went all the way down to the torture room. I could smell Orabella's blood from afar, and my steps became more urgent.My eyes were wide open; I couldn't believe what I saw was real. It made my heart ache like a thousand knives were stabbed.Without waiting for my order, the people behind me quickly opened the cell door.I rushed inside, hugging Orabella's limp body, who had passed out after being brutally tortured. My hand trembled, and I didn't dare hug her too tightly for fear of hurting her. My stomach tightened when I saw the wounds all over her body. The smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, causing pain in my chest. I lowered my eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to overflow."Orabella, please wake up," I whispered, my voice was so weak.Blood ran down my arm as I carried Orabella to the hospit