Draco Malfoy And The Broken Promise 소설 & 이야기

Now, he only had her, the one person he trusted entirely. The doctor arrived to give him medicine once again. Draco was in a state of exhaustion, drifting in and out of consciousness. He weakly leaned against the pillow, the candlelight casting a dim glow. Everything before him, except for Emma's face, seemed unreal. The bitter medicine was brought to his lips. Because he was sometimes awake and sometimes not, he struggled to resist the pain, instinctively trying to fight it. "Draco, this is the second dose of medicine." "... Drink it this time, and you'll get better."

Damian sat at the head of the table, his expression hard. When he saw me, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, but more than that was a restless irritation—he had lost control of the situation. I didn't look at him. I stepped into the center of the chamber, holding the decree high, sweeping my gaze across the room. Finally, it rested on Damian. "Damian," I said, my voice low but carrying through the hall. "You broke the vows you made to me, to my father, and to the Silvermoon pack. Now you want me to sign this document to legitimize your marriage to a new Luna."

Douglas then dropped to one knee right in front of me. “Babe, I love you. I want to marry you someday. Will you be mine?” Seriously? Was this what dating him involved? He was basically padlocking the door to my future male escort endeavors. He pulled out a yellow sapphire ring. What? It was the very one I had designed! I never should have stayed up all night drafting it. “Fine, then.” I heard that my family elders and Douglas had cleaned up all the messages that Finn posted. After Finn was taken away, he suffered a mental breakdown. His psychological resilience was simply too low.

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

I wasn't sure about what he was plotting and I kept mute about Lucinda's disappearance because Layzal made a promise to keep her safe. "I'm not insane, madame. I am sure of what I heard." I responded quickly as I looked downward. One thing was certain and that was, she was never ever going to believe me, no matter what. Stefan Malfoy, o! that is totally unbelievable. He returned back to his position when Layzal returned to the underworld and ever since then, I have stumbled severally on Draco's discussion with madame. Elisabeta and one thing was certain, Draco had come to love Layzal so much.

“Draco promised you to me.” I froze. My heart stumbled in its rhythm. “What?” Damien pushed to his feet, circling the table like a predator savoring the moment before the strike. His gaze locked on me, a cruel gleam lighting his eyes. “You heard me. He promised me you. When I struggled, when I clawed for power, when my people starved, Draco offered me a prize in exchange for my loyalty.” Disgust curdled in my gut. “A prize?” I spat. “You call me a prize?”

“Valentina. I fucked up. I never should have let her disrespect you. I’ll make her disappear tomorrow. I swear.” Tears welled in his eyes. The Don of the De Luca family, crying on the floor like a child. “You’re everything to me. Without you, I’m nothing.” I looked at him and felt nothing. I’d seen this act one hundred and twelve times. Every betrayal. Then the same performance. “Alessandro. Get up.” “Not until you promise you won’t leave.” He hugged my legs. “I can change. I’ll change anything.” I pushed him away gently.

But you must promise me one thing. "Come back to the company with me. "If you agree, I'll never bother you again." So that was his real purpose. He had not come because he was sorry. Seeing that proud look on his face, was he really waiting for me to accept such a ridiculous request? If this had been before, I might have considered his feelings and agreed. But now my heart had already been broken by him. I ignored him and walked around him toward the airport. If he wanted to wait, let him wait.

“I’ve seen what he’s like when he’s cornered. I’m offering you a way out.” I looked at the box. My reflection split across the diamond like a warning. “What if you’re just another cage?” I asked. His eyes softened. “Then break me open. But don’t go back to him.” I closed my eyes, hearing my own beating like thunder. “I’m tired,” I whispered. “Tired of running, tired of loving ghosts.” “You won’t be a ghost with me.” “And if I say yes?” “We disappear. Tonight. I’ve already prepped everythingtickets, a place to stay. You wake up tomorrow free.”

He didn’t know why… but he was glad Miguel had answered. When the bell rang, Drake packed up faster than anyone. He wanted to be out. Out of the class. Out of the hallway. Out of this entire stupid dream. But just as he stood, his foot caught on something. He crashed to the floor with a loud thud. “Broke, dumb, and blind too?” Steve laughed. “You okay, Mr. Thrift Store?” “You put your foot there on purpose!” Drake snapped, adjusting his glasses. “Oh? He talks back?” someone gasped.