Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: 120

"The more I stay at home, the more homeless I look."- Unknown.

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Lothaire was surprised when he saw Heaven and Irene standing in the garden with their clothes packed. He expected more resistance and didn't think that Heaven would come to him yet. Or to be more correct, he knew she would come, but he didn't expect her family or Zamiel to let her go so easily.

As expected, Lucian came to him to take his daughter's place, but Lothaire insisted to have Heaven. It was great to be immortal. None of them could do anything.

And could it get better? It certainly could, even if Irene already came with her granddaughter. He had waited for this moment. Maybe he should have done things this way long before instead of trying to be careful. He couldn't die. So what could consequences do to him? Nothing much that he couldn't recover from or fix.

No one and nothing could do him anything.

Once they arrived at his kingdom, to his very own castle, he went to see them. Heaven looked like she came back from the death, and she probably did. She had lost color and weight and as soon as she saw him her eyes gaze darkened and he could see the hostility in them. Not that he expected any less.

Then he looked at Irene. She was as beautiful as ever, but she looked exhausted. Unlike Heaven, she didn't look at him. It was like she couldn't bear to look at him. As if the sight of him alone repulsed her.

"Welcome." He said.

None of them replied. "You both look tired, let me show you to your rooms." He continued.

Both of them were extremely angry right now, so he didn't bother to converse. He led them to Heaven's room first. They followed him in silence while looking around. He knew his castle had a unique interior. It was dark, mysterious, and sinister. Once they arrived in Heaven's room, he motioned for her to go inside. Irene followed her in.

"I have a different room for you." He told her.

"I would like to stay here." She said.

He nodded. "Alright then. If you need anything…"

"We don't." She cut him off.

He nodded again. "I'll leave you alone then." He said, and closed the door behind him.

Lothaire knew that Irene wouldn't forgive him easily after what he did. That was the only reason he had been avoiding to go about it this way in the beginning. But he got impatient.

Did he regret it? No.

Unlike Lucian, Irene was easy to manipulate. His son had somehow always managed to see through him, but not Irene. He only needed to play the victim to make her feel guilty, like the last time they met. He only needed to put her in a vulnerable situation where she felt alone, and then he would make her feel cared for. That is all she needed, and that is how he got her first.

She had been young when she was sent as a bride to the king's castle. She had been at the age where the heart and the self-esteem were vulnerable. Her husband hadn't given her love and attention, and that is when he struck. He gave her all that and more, and she easily fell into his trap. But he couldn't deny that he also fell into his own trap as well. He didn't know when it happened, but he became sure when she died and he grieved for the first time. When had he ever cared if someone died?

That day he knew she was special to him and he was glad when he discovered that she was alive. It was true that he left his mission at that time, but it was never for her. It was for himself. He was curious and wanted to try to live a normal life.