The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Hurt And Humiliated

Arlan’s chuckle had a wicked edge to it as he spoke, "What if I refuse? That old man is in agony, and I possess the expertise to swiftly end his suffering. But for a murderer like him, I intend to ensure his demise is agonizing, drawn out to its last painful breath," his gaze pierced through Oriana’s soul, and his voice, cold and deep, carried a menacing threat that resonated in her ears. "Just you wait and watch, Oriana Verner."

Gritting her teeth, Oriana clenched his collar, her eyes locked onto his with a searing intensity. "You’d best steer clear of my grandpa if you wish to avoid getting hurt. You might be a Prince with power in these parts, but you have no idea who I am. I am capable enough to hurt you in a way you won’t even be able to imagine."

Her new found identity that she was a witch, was enough to give her confidence that she could deal with these humans. She never wished to use it but this vicious man in front of her was adamant on making her show it.

Arlan lowered his gaze to her hands, which clutched his shirt collar, crumpling the fabric beneath her tight grip. Delicate as her skin might be, the veins in her hands were visible, a testament to her rage. Her anger? He didn’t care at all.

"Do I need to know who you are? Don’t presume that merely discovering your family’s noble heritage makes you think highly of yourself," Arlan retorted with a sneer. "In front of me all I see is a peasant who has developed a taste for luxury and can’t wait to revel in her newfound title of Crown Princess."

"Crown Princess, what a repugnant title to bear," she sneered in response as her hands clutched his collars even tighter. "Do not deceive yourself into thinking I have the slightest interest in it. It’s you who can’t seem to let go of it, especially given our shared intimate history. How did it feel to realize you were entangled with a daughter of the very family you hold in the deepest contempt?"

As if she had poured salt on a fresh wound, Arlan’s gaze darkened, and in the next moment, his hand gripped her slender neck, choking her without hesitation and pressing her against the wall. Oriana’s hands turned weak due to sudden suffocation and let go of his collars.

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Oriana fought for breath, but the coldness and hatred in her eyes remained undiminished. Her tearful eyes continued to mock him defiantly.

Arlan’s fingers clenched even tighter around her neck, causing her face to redden due to suffocation as he issued a stern warning, "I’m warning you, Oriana Verner. In two days, if you don’t vanish from here, I will kill you and your grandfather. If you believe that the King can truly prevent me, you’re sorely mistaken. You also have no inkling of who I am. I’m a force you cannot afford to trifle with. I would rather kill you than place a ring on your filthy finger. If you fail to find a solution to stop this engagement, on that very day, I will kill that wretched old man as my engagement gift to you—a present you will never forget."

With a forceful push against the wall, he released his grip on her. In the next moment, she knelt on the floor, violently coughing after her near-death experience. A little bit of force, and her neck was close to being crushed in that strong grip.

Arlan remained unfazed, his predatory gaze locked on her. "Do not dare to dismiss my words lightly. Today, I merely strangled you, but next time, your head would be rolling on the ground."

Oriana drew in a deep breath and stared back at him. She yearned to wield her powers and retaliate against this man immediately, but she restrained herself, for the sake of her grandfather who could not afford the consequences of her reckless action.

The grip of his hand was so strong like that of a monster, leaving her body weak and sapped of strength. It served as a stark reminder of the intensity of his loathing towards her.

Before she could utter a word, he turned and left, delivering one last directive, "Get lost. My residence has been dirtied enough by your presence."

She clenched her fists and shot an indignant glare at his retreating figure. At that very moment, she overheard him instructing Roman in the foyer, "Cleanse this entire residence immediately. Leave no trace of that disgusting peasant’s presence here," and he left.

Gritting her teeth, Oriana rose to her feet, consumed by anger. Her eyes changed their colour as her body yearned to unleash her powers and reduce this place to ruins. Her chest heaved with each heavy breath, her hands were ready to wield her powers of destruction. But just then, an unexpected visitor entered the drawing room, interrupting her tumultuous thoughts.

"Your Highness," Roman entered the room, his attention drawn to Oriana. However, before he could discern anything unusual about her, everything seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye.

She could be angry but she could not be cruel enough to hurt innocent people around just to punish the single man.