All Chapters of His Ensnared Innocence: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ A dark, scary, cold place, it was - the dungeon. With each hesitant step, Mili's heartbeat went pounding harder. She had no idea if any other person was imprisoned here, but she vividly remembered where her father was. It was the last cell on the right, shrouded in the deepest part of this dark place. The air smelled damp. And, the sharp click of her heels echoed fretfully in the grim silence of this poorly lit area. Mili stood before the bars where she believed her father was still kept. Her fingers were nervously fumbling with the dainty chain around her neck. She could not fathom how to start, what to say. It was never more than a few occasions that she had initiated any conversation with her father. And she had never asked why. Fear had kept her silent. Even her mother had taught her not to question, only to survive. Mili curled her fingers around the cold, metal bars. "Why did you do it?" All of a sudden, she questioned. Though her voic

Next day: morning • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Mili stirred under the warmth of the silk sheets. Her hands stretched on the empty bed and she blinked drowsily. Her mind was still heavy with sleep when the soft creak of the bedroom door made her sit up. A woman in a white coat, carrying a small medical kit, stepped inside. Nobody ever really enters this bedroom without permission. That's why, Mili's brows furrowed in confusion. "Um… what brings you here?" She asked. Before the woman could respond, a deep voice answered from the other side of the room, , "She's here for you, bunny." "For me?" Mili asked warily. "I saw a scratch on your ankle last night," Daniel stepped closer. His fingers trailed along the edge of the bed as he gazed down at his sleepy wife. Mili glanced down at her foot and spotted the faint red mark. She must have gotten the scar in the basement last night but it was hardly noticeable. "It's nothing, just a little-" "It can cause an infection," Daniel

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ But, before she could dive deep into her gloomy thoughts, Rose stepped in with the birthday cake. "Where should I keep it?" Rose asked for Mili's opinion as Mili was the one ensuring every little detail and arranging every little thing according to her choice. Miliani carefully lifted the cake, her fingers steady as she placed it at the centre of the table. Rose watched her in silence doing so. She hadn't restricted Miliani when she first suggested celebrating Daniel's birthday when they were inside the library - how could she? If nothing else, the girl had every right to follow her own will. And Rose, in a quiet way, felt proud of her. Miliani was changing, her voice was growing stronger and her unnecessary hesitations were fading with time. But still, a flicker of unease lingered. It wasn't about the celebration itself. It was about Daniel. If he is an unpredictable storm, Mili is a gentle breeze. Rose had always been worried for h

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ Mili unknowingly left her hold onto his shirt, a thousand feelings storming inside her naive mind. She wanted to ask. Wanted to press for the triggering truth buried beneath his fury. But now it wasn't the time. Instead, her hands coiled around his neck and her slender fingers threaded through his hair instinctively as she urged, "Take your anger out on me." His lips curled into a subtle, ignorant smile as he could not help but surrender to her naive determination. It was not her fault - he knew. She was oblivious to the pain she had inflicted and the suffering she had revoked. Maybe it was better that way. He was not willing to introduce her to his true demons. Daniel Knight had never collapsed. No, he destroyed everything in his path before that could happen. He wanted to scare her away, keep her at a distance. But, this naive girl had always refused to fit into his notions. Mili didn't flinch when he carried her to the bed. Placing her on the

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Her determination was solid- it was to anyhow confront her friend, Tulip. But, nothing like what she expected happened. In fact, one of the maids assisted her to Tulip's room where Tulip sat inside, listening to some music. "Mili," she feebly greeted, but her eyes drifted past Mili to the maid, who was standing outside the door at a safe distance. "You may leave now," she ordered. The maid hesitated but could not disobey Tulip's order. Tears accumulated in the corner of Mili's eyes. Has she unknowingly become the reason for Tulip's ruined attempt at freedom? She hadn't known, hadn't understood- but did that justify anything? Her heart twisted as she looked at Tulip. Tulip's eyes were vacant, her appearance simpler than before. Would she be able to forgive Mili ever after learning the truth of that unfortunate night? "I am sorry, Tulip but I need to tell you something," Mili said in a hushed tone. Her restlessness didn't affect Tulip or t