I Let His Daddy Ruin Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Eira POV:When one stared at thier reflection through the mirror. They are supposed to see the exact similarities to how they actually looked.However, standing in front of this mirror. I could barely recognize myself.I had been decked up to look like Fern’s bride, red traditional bridal attire. Traditional headband. And to compliment the look a chain on my wrist that was connected to my legs.It was Fern’s way of humiliating me. Reminding me that I’m nothing more than a thing he uses.After the maids were done decking me up, they left the room. Thankfully the chain didn’t restrict my movement. I sat on the bed awaiting my fate.The doorknob twisted. It was my parents.I knew they were going to be released as traditionally demanded their presence for this.Still my heart warmed knowing they were alive. And they looked well, though they maintained a frown to thier face.Particularly my father. Adam nightshade. A man with strict logical principles.I wasn’t expecting him to embrace me

Darius POV:Being cooped up in the dark. Losing your consciousness now and then. It messed with one’s mind.So much that it becomes hard to tell what is real. And what isn’t? Like the images of Eira bleeding out, or the images of her calling out to me for help. And each time. I struggled to move my batter body. Only to realize that I was unable to do anything.And it just sent me in this dark feel over and over. My throat parched. My wound is fresh. My breath slower. I was dying.I wasn’t scared of death. Never had been. But right now I fought with all my strength to stay alive. For Eira.But my body could only go so far. The spear that had been used to pierce my body was pure silver, and some of the poison had gotten to my system and found its way all around it.Draven the bastard. I couldn’t even fist my hands to let out some anger. I couldn’t do anything with this rage I felt.All I did was imagine his head being cut off. And that too by Eira. Just to damage his soul for what he d

Eira POV: The carriage ride wasn’t bumpy this time. It was smooth. So smooth that I wondered if the riders were just purposely being extra careful or if the road had magically turned good. I was mad. I hated the entire situation. I wished I could somehow free myself from this. Who the hell did he think he was to do this? First, he rejected me and doubted me. and now he’s turned into some sort of hero. And I’m supposed to swoon at it? No damn way. If he was saving me then He must have figured out the truth. Still it didn’t calm my anger. Whats the point of trust if he always needed proofs and fact to believe Me. What’s the guarantee that someone wouldn’t make him doubt me again and then he’ll go full feral mode on me? The carriage ride stopped. And the door was opened. Draven was already standing in front of it. He stretched his hands. Which I ignored. I got out of the carriage. His eyes flashed with hurt. But he was quick to mask it. I was now in the vicinity of Blackthorn

Darius POV: Counting sheep in my head to get me to sleep was all I ever did in the dungeon. I yearned for sleep cause it was where I could see her. It calmed my raging heart from being worried about her well-being. The guards situated in front of my cage refused to say anything. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse. I overheard the familiar sound of elder Sven approaching. He whispered words to the guards, who left afterward. Leaving me tied up with the bastard. “You look better than I expected.” “Don’t you have other things to do?” “ Apparently Not.” His smile was sad. It made me curious. He sat down on the open floor next to me. “I just realized we are actually in the same boat.” I arched a brow. “Your brother’s boat.” Did he fight with Draven or something? He continued without me asking. “Draven had my only child banished from the pack, over something she didn’t do. Just like he did to you.” And just like that it all clicked. I couldn’t help the bitter chuckl

Draven POV: She was fast asleep. Soundly. And deep down I feared if she woke up. She wouldn’t be herself. I stayed glued to her side. Refusing to leave. She was tied down with chains. It hurt me deeply to see her that way. Even though it was necessary. Especially after the seven-men incident. “She doesn’t deserve this,” Darius announced his presence. He’d also been stuck by her side. Refusing to leave. “I’ll fix this.” I kissed her forehead. Her body was cold. Too cold. “Do you think we did this to her?” I met his eyes. Guilt popped into them. It resonated with the one gnawing at my chest. “Stop spewing nonsense.” “I mean. All we ever did since she came into our life was fight. Drag her into our bullshit. We say we want to protect her. But all we did was drive her to the edge.” I hated that he spoke the truth. I clenched my jaw. The guilt is raw in my chest. “She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.” I held on to my stubbornness. “And after that? Is it back to dragging her