The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586: Lustful Demoness

At a certain manor in the city, Alex was growing impatient after a lengthy stay, frustrated by his inability to leave.

"Alex, my friend, did I keep you waiting long?" Nathaniel entered the chamber.

Alex bowed to him, "My Lord..."

"Call me Nathan. I prefer to reminisce about our childhood memories. I’m tired of you acting like one of my subjects instead of my dear friend."

Alex’s demeanour turned serious. "Nathan, has His Highness ordered you to keep me here?"

"Why does your every thought go to Arlan first? Is he so important in your mind that you now forget my existence?" Nathaniel sat in the chair as a servant entered and placed the wine bottle and glasses on the centre table. "Or do you think I stopped caring about you now that I have handed you over to Arlan?"

"I didn’t mean it that way," Alex replied, his face guilt-ridden. "What you have done for me and the sacrifices you have made—I can never forget you. I can never forget how much you’ve suffered since then, and I want it all to end quickly, not just for myself but for your sake as well."

"Are you pitying me now? Are you even in a position to do so?" Nathaniel chuckled mockingly. "Who dares make me suffer? I am the one to make others suffer."

"I know everything. Don’t you think you can keep me in the dark for long," Alex replied. "If you let me go, I will end it all for us. You won’t have to be a puppet in your father’s hands anymore. Just let me kill that Marquis this instant. I won’t get this chance again."

"And bring trouble for Arlan?" Nathaniel remarked. "What would happen if he died inside the royal palace? Moreover, don’t you want justice for your family and to clear your family’s name?"

"I want it, but it’s been two decades and things are still the same. All I know is that I can’t bear to see that monster take another breath. With his death, I want everything to end. I will take the blame for killing him, expose my true identity, and accept the punishment. Nothing will happen to Arlan; it will all be seen as revenge for my family, and it will concern no one but me."

"Is your life that cheap, Alex? I’ve tolerated my asshole father for your sake, and in return, you want to die?"

"I can’t see you suffer anymore, that is the reason," Alex replied, "I cannot never repay what I owe you. Let me do this once." "You are not allowed. The day I saved your life and became a puppet of my father, your life became mine., You are not allowed to die until I permit you to do so," Nathaniel declared, "You are going to stay here with me whether you want it or not and it’s my order, I, your first master who you owe your life to."

"Nathan..."

"It’s been a while since we had wine together like this," Nathaniel interrupted him. "You know I don’t really offer wine from my collection to anyone. Arthur even has to beg for it. But for you, you can have it all."

Alex finally calmed down and spoke, "As you wish."

As they enjoyed the wine, Nathaniel spoke again, "You should trust Arlan. He is not someone to let a person like Marquis Mortimer off so easily. Back then we were kids, but now we have power in our hands."

Alex could only nod and listen to Nathaniel as they reminisced about the past.

It was night, and inside her chamber, Oriana was lost in thoughts about Arlan. She gazed at the sky, which was pitch-black due to the new moon. Unbeknownst to her, Oriana continued to stare into the dark sky, thinking, ’It’s exactly a month now since that night when I almost lost him.’ Her eyes seemed to mirror the darkness, as if the night of the new moon was influencing her.

’That witch, I am sure she is suffering immense pain and will regret what she did to him. That wretch, I wish there was something more cruel I could do to her, to hear her scream every day like sweet music to my ears. How dare she hurt him?’ Her mind then drifted to Arlan. ’Him, I miss him. Where is he? Why isn’t he here? Has he perhaps gone to visit that Marquis’ daughter?’ The grip of her fingers tightened on the stone railing of the window, forming small cracks in it.

’I...miss him...I want him...’ Suddenly, her heart began to race, her body starting to crave his presence. ’What is happening to me? Oriana tried to regain her composure. How am I feeling this way? It’s not me...It’s...not me...’

A sudden sound of the door opening disturbed her train of thoughts and alerted her.

’Is it him?’

She desperately wanted to turn and check but stopped herself. ’This is bad. I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m sure this demoness is messing with my body. Now I understand why Arlan hates his other side; it’s difficult to control. This demoness is being lustful. Is it because of the night of the new moon? I can’t let her turn me into one; I am not lustful.’

In response, a light gasp escaped her lips; her body evidently loved his touch, his warmth. She wished to turn back and hold him closer, to feel him entirely, but she shut her eyes, This damn demoness, making me look like a lustful pervert. I am not...