All Chapters of My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ISABELLAThey found us last night. Stephanie suggested we keep running through the woods until Matteo gets opportuned to leave father's mansion. Though Lorenzo was against it. He chose to stay back and fight, but for my safety and Stephanie's, he agreed to come with us. We've been running through the woods for hours, panting, flinching at the slightest sound of branches cracking. What terrifies me the most is that no one has come ever since Stephanie figured out we've been found. He could have caught us if he wanted to. But it feels like he's giving us time. And we're playing a game. And hell, I have no idea what his idea of winning is, but I'm sure as hell not heading anywhere with Lord Regal. My heart slams hard against my ribcage when Lorenzo suddenly comes to a sharp halt. He glances over his shoulders. “Matteo is at the border waiting for us. If we get there on time, we're out of this kingdom for good.” Stephanie smiles weakly, rubbing her bruised arm, the smell of her bl

ISABELLAThe wedding. That wedding. It was the most miserable morning of my life. While we recited the vows, Regal kept staring at me like he wanted to devour me on the spot. He gave me no breathing space when we did the couples dance. His hands were all over me, eyes swimming with lust as he twirled me around. Over and over again, he kept reminding me of the fact that I belong to him. He told me my father had sold me, and that I'm never seeing him again, and if I want to live, I must do whatever he wants. I'm still stunned that the gentleman, Lord Regal, is this pathetic monster on the inside. I stumble and fall over the stairs, but I clutch the railing to give myself some footing. Tears are trailing down my cheeks, the knife in my hands trembling, my head still spinning from the slap he gave me. Regal made the maids soak me in a cold bath for over an hour. He said it's his own way of making sure I'm clean and ready for him, but my damn body's freezing. I was weak when they dr

ISABELLA The wedding. That wedding. It was the most miserable morning of my life. While we recited the vows, Regal kept staring at me like he wanted to devour me on the spot. He gave me no breathing space when we did the couples dance. His hands were all over me, eyes swimming with lust as he twirled me around. Over and over again, he kept reminding me of the fact that I belong to him. He told me my father had sold me, and that I'm never seeing him again, and if I want to live, I must do whatever he wants. I'm still stunned that the gentleman, Lord Regal, is this pathetic monster on the inside. I stumble and fall over the stairs, but I clutch the railing to give myself some footing. Tears are trailing down my cheeks, the knife in my hands trembling, my head still spinning from the slap he gave me. Regal made the maids soak me in a cold bath for over an hour. He said it's his own way of making sure I'm clean and ready for him, but my damn body's freezing. I was w

ISABELLA The wedding. That wedding. It was the most miserable morning of my life. While we recited the vows, Regal kept staring at me like he wanted to devour me on the spot. He gave me no breathing space when we did the couples dance. His hands were all over me, eyes swimming with lust as he twirled me around. Over and over again, he kept reminding me of the fact that I belong to him. He told me my father had sold me, and that I'm never seeing him again, and if I want to live, I must do whatever he wants. I'm still stunned that the gentleman, Lord Regal, is this pathetic monster on the inside. I stumble and fall over the stairs, but I clutch the railing to give myself some footing. Tears are trailing down my cheeks, the knife in my hands trembling, my head still spinning from the slap he gave me. Regal made the maids soak me in a cold bath for over an hour. He said it's his own way of making sure I'm clean and ready for him, but my damn body's freezing. I was w

ISABELLAThe supply room at the far end of the east wing smells of damp earth and dust, but it is quiet, and quiet means I can breathe.I curl myself against sacks of grain, hugging my knees to my chest, counting my heartbeats until the darkness of night bleeds into pale morning.My body aches, gown torn, dried tears staining my cheeks.Last night, I swore Regal would never touch me again. But it's a new day now. And I'm not sure how long I can keep to that. The door slams open, and rough hands drag me out like I am no more than cargo.“Lord Regal wants his wife for breakfast,” the guard sneers, yanking my arm so hard I stumble into the bright corridor.My feet barely keep up with his pace as he marches me toward the dining hall. My legs feel stiff, half-dead from crouching all night. The door to the dining hall opens wide and light nearly blinds me.Regal sits at the head of a long marble table, silver cutlery glinting, golden platters piled with food. He looks like he belongs to