The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452: Don’t You Need My Blood?

As Oriana savored another sip of tea, a subtle smirk played on the corner of her lips. Gently gulping the tea, she spoke, "Reflecting on what you said that night and my subsequent conversation with Queen Julien, I’ve come to acknowledge that my family is at the root of the Royal family’s suffering. I’ve decided to take responsibility and acquiesce to your demands."

"Do you think I’ll fall for your words?" scoffed the witch. "Don’t play games with me, or I’ll immediately punish someone from the royal family for your..."

"You never seem to listen to the whole story, do you?" Oriana interrupted.

"What do you mean?" the witch inquired.

"I’m not naive enough to surrender my body to you just like that, letting my soul perish, okay?" Oriana responded. "I’m still young and want to live my life. Like you, I want to be with Arlan, as I love him. There’s no way I’d let go of the man I love and the life I cherish."

The witch’s voice betrayed genuine curiosity as she asked, "What are you trying to imply?"

"We can share my body, my life, and the man," Oriana suggested. "Two souls in one body."

"How can that be?" the witch questioned.

"Why can’t it be?" Oriana asserted in a serious tone. "Aren’t there two souls in Arlan’s body?"

The witch appeared genuinely shocked, clearly unprepared for Oriana’s unexpected proposal.

Oriana pressed on, "You desire the beast inside him, while I want his human side. We can both benefit if you agree to my terms."

"I do not agree with it. He is mine alone," the witch retorted, her possessiveness evident in each word. "I can be with him, and I will be."

Though Oriana felt her blood boiling, she maintained her composure. "Then neither of us will have him. If your corrupted mind still can’t grasp it, allow me to simplify it for you."

The witch awaited Oriana’s explanation, realizing the gravity of Oriana’s statement that neither of them could get Arlan.

Swirling the tea in her cup, Oriana continued, "Arlan won’t accept you because he despises you. He would go to great lengths to keep you imprisoned here, even if it means resorting to violence against me to eliminate my special blood, which could set you free. On the other hand, he can’t accept me, for if he does, you would harm his family, persistently summoning him and disrupting my marital life with him. This way, none of us would achieve our desires. But by sharing my body, we both can attain everything. You gain the beast, I gain Arlan, and I ascend to become the Queen of this Kingdom, reveling in a life of luxury."

There ensued a brief silence on the witch’s end, but it didn’t linger for long. "How will we decide who will be with him and when..."

"That’s up to me, alright?" Oriana interjected. "This is my body, so I have the sole right to decide and claim more time with him. You can have him on the nights of the full moon, and the rest of the nights and days belong to me."

"Not possible," the witch exclaimed. "I’ve been trapped here for so long. As the mate of his beast, I would demand more time with him."

"You greedy witch," Oriana spat in anger. "Let me think."

A contemplative silence followed as Oriana weighed her options. After a brief pause, she spoke, "Alright, you can have him on full moon and new moon nights, along with the daytime as well. This is my limit now. I don’t like to share, but I am already generous enough to share my body due to my family’s faults."