Chapter 48
Chapter 48:
“But what exactly?”
“Why are you acting innocent all of a sudden, Sheela? If I see you as a competent bride for my son, then you should really act competent. If you are this weak, then I’m afraid I might just change my mind about you,” she said.
“Don’t do that, Luna Vivienne. I’m just suggesting we get someone to finish the work for us, rather than having me do it. Let’s just pay anyone to do the whole thing,” I said.
“And don’t you think this whole thing will repeat itself if we give the work to another man? It’s possible that person will come back in a few weeks and demand something even worse than what that fool is asking for,” she said.
She is right about that. I don’t want to get involved with any other low-lives, and it’s high time I stop this whole thing with Adrian.
The motivation comes from the anger I felt this morning. That idiot asked for death, and I will give him the death he actually wants.
“Now you’re talking,” she said with a smile as she eagerly grabbed my shoulders.
“Hey, Adrian,” I called as I walked toward him.
He was busy with some guards in the training room.
“Why are you here, Sheela?” he asked, smiling like he had just seen his lover.
Christian would be home any moment now, so I had to lure him quickly.
“I missed you, and I’d love to take an evening stroll with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Since I came to this mansion, you’re the only man who has made me feel like a woman. That makes you my friend as well,” I said with a convincing smile.
“I’m glad I did, and I don’t mind continuing—as long as you give me the chance. I’ll take you places no man has ever taken you.”
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“Are you so sure about that?” I asked with a smile as we reached the spot I had been leading him to.
“Of course. If you don’t mind, I can give you a sample right here and now,” he said with a flirty grin.
“Let’s get it done then,” I said, wrapping my arms around him while his lips wandered over my body.
Slowly, I pulled out the knife tucked in my sleeve. Quietly, I raised it, and with every ounce of strength in me, I stabbed him in the back.
He shoved me away from the impact, his eyes widening in shock.
“What have you done?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, blood already dripping from his mouth.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I smirked, but my expression changed as he staggered toward me.
“Ouch…”
I winced in pain, clutching my cheek, now bleeding from the force of his strike.
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