The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Completely numbed, Allura watched his steps heading in her direction. His gaze remained fixed at her eyes so blankly that it shivered her soul, and made her feel like her heart broke down into tears. What had happened? Why was it hurting so much? Why could she feel his presence radiating extreme amounts of pain? His feet paused right in front of her. For a brief moment, he just gazed into her glossy eyes, which watered more the way he was staring at her. Allura saw him extending both of his hands in her direction, where one of his hands was holding a bouquet of roses, while the other was grasping that gun. It filled her with more pain.Allura looked down towards his hands, and noticed his hand, which was holding roses, had turned extremely red and even swollen, like his skin was on the edge of tearing up, and the palm, which was holding that gun, was already bleeding, as his knuckles were looking badly injured. What had happened to him?Her glossy eyes continued to gaze at his both ha

Glasses after glasses, he had been continuously drinking from the past one hour. His throat had started burning, along with his eyes, which had turned red, both due to his intoxication and wrath, but most important pain. That pain, which she had given so ruthlessly. She just not only used him and his emotions, but she used his love. From the beginning, she knew who he was, and what they both were supposed to become for each other, but yet she chose to play with him while showing him her facade of innocence.She attempted to destroy him, and she completely succeeded in it. He was feeling completely shattered, broken and destroyed.When his glass got empty again, he aggressively threw it on the floor, breaking it into pieces, and then grabbed the entire bottle of liquor, and started chugging down the liquid directly from it.How could she do this to him? How could she be so cruel? She knew what she had been doing, she knew how badly he had been getting addicted to her. She knew how ins

Allura felt his mouth hungrily consuming hers, while his tongue massaged every corner of her mouth. His hands restlessly ripped her wet clothes apart from her body, which made her aware of how desperate he was to claim her as his. This didn't shock her because she already knew how badly he wanted her. She was aware of how sickly he needed her, and now the only difference was that….she had finally realised she needed him just the way he required her.Called it wrong, called it right….. some things didn't belong to those boundaries of worldly judgements, and what they both felt for each other, that feeling could not be held back by those judgements. It was theirs. That feeling belonged to both of them.Just them, so only they had the right to endure, feel, twist it as per they desired.Her shredded clothes fell on the ground. Allura tried to mimic his actions but she was too inexperienced to match with that madness he was kissing her. It was like he was going to eat her raw, whereas for

Standing on the edge of that bridge, her eyes were lifelessly peering down at that river underneath the bridge. It looked deep, so deep that it held the power of caging her life and freeing her from all of her pain.He didn't love her. He loved Elysia, someone who had died the moment he found out about her real existence, because Elysia had always been just her facade. A facade, which she had worn to keep herself hidden from him, but now she hated nothing more than this facade.He hated her. He still hated Allura for everything, and last night, every single thing had happened between him and her facade. The moment he touched her, he believed she was Elysia. The moment his embrace captured her, he believed it was her facade. There had been no place for Allura in his warmth of love.He was never going to love Allura, because he loathed her, but now she was not capable of taking his hatred. After last night, she would not be able to watch hatred in those eyes for her, in which she had lo

Blazing like a burning inferno, Zace shoved that guard away, making that poor man fall on the group with a loud thud. But he didn't care. He didn't feel any remorse for hurting someone, whose nefarious gaze was fixed at his father.Zace took his predatory steps closer to his father, whereas Zaiden just stood there with a calm and composed look on his face like always, even though he knew his son's rage had turned lethal after knowing he had taken Allura away from him. But Zaiden remained unfazed.Because he knew what he did was right. At least for that poor soul, Allura, whom his son had been punishing for a sin which she was not even aware of when it was getting committed.“Where is she?” Zace bluntly asked his father with his balled fists. His gaze had turned menacing, something Zaiden had felt in his own self years ago at the time when he used to think this world was going to take his amor, his Cyra, away from him.But it had always been love for him, but for his son, it was just no