The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 716

Chapter 716: Last Revenge Before Leaving

The next day, Nathaniel spent time at his residence, instructing his butler on packing the important items that belonged to him. He planned to leave his father’s estate the following day, but not before taking one last small revenge that night.

In the late afternoon, the butler approached him. "My Lord, everything has been prepared as per your instructions," he reported. "Also, a few of your trusted servants, along with myself, will accompany you."

Nathaniel gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment.

The butler continued without waiting for further questions. "My Lord, a separate carriage has been arranged to carry your mother’s memorial slab and ashes. We will retrieve it whenever you give the order. Additionally, the young mistress is scheduled to be sent to your father tonight."

A light smirk crossed Nathaniel’s lips as he hummed again. "The last present for my father before I leave."

The butler, understanding his master’s meaning, remained silent.

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In the dark of the night, the young mistress walked through the empty corridors of Lord Mortem’s residence, the area around his bedchamber eerily devoid of guards.

She had hidden from others what had happened to her the previous night and spent the entire day resting, enduring the pain she felt. By evening, her body had improved slightly, thanks to the medicines and ointments Nathaniel’s servant had given her. She was grateful she could walk and conceal her condition from Lord Mortem. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

The butler of Lord Mortem’s residence left her at the entrance of the empty corridor.

"Go straight to the end and take a right. The only door at the end of the hallway is Lord Mortem’s chamber."

The young mistress nodded and watched the butler walk away. Inhaling deeply, she continued forward, her steps heavy and weary. Her heart pounded with fear at the thought of what Lord Mortem might do to her, especially after Nathaniel had already left her broken. She walked through the dimly lit corridor, where lamps hung on both sides of the walls.

Just as she reached the end of the hallway and was about to turn right, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her back.

Terrified, she was about to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. She struggled in panic, but a strong body pressed her firmly against the wall, holding her still.

A familiar scent enveloped her, and she finally looked at the man pinning her. Even in the dim light, she recognized him. His face was so close to hers, and when their eyes met, he smirked.

"Miss me?" he asked.

A chill ran down her spine, and he could sense her fear. "Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you—only to hurt my father," he whispered.

Her dewy, terrified eyes stared at him, her mouth desperate to speak: Please let me go. If Lord Mortem found out, she knew she’d be dead.