The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751: Hand On Heart

"Were you thinking that woman is going to be my mistress?" Lucian asked.

Erin, confused and shocked, looked at her brothers and then at Arthur. They were the ones who had said all those things that led her to think this way.

The three immediately cleared their throats awkwardly and stepped back.

"Erin, I think you should talk to Lucian and clear up the misunderstanding we all had," Rowan said quickly, hoping to avoid being exposed for their lies that had provoked her.

Rafal chimed in, "We’ll leave you two to talk, alright?"

Arthur chuckled nervously. "Seems like we all misunderstood."

Before Erin could say a word, the three had already left the study, as though afraid she might point a sword at them for this.

Erin turned to Aaron, who met her gaze and said, "You both need to sort this out. By now, I’m sure you know what you truly want." He didn’t wait for her response and left the study as well.

Now, left alone with Lucian, Erin noticed he was waiting for her answer.

"You didn’t answer me," he said.

Erin looked at him, unsure of what to do. "I... I thought... they said..." she stammered, struggling to find the words.

Always such a rational woman, she couldn’t believe she had been swayed by some random talk from her brothers and their friend. Did she trust them more, or did she simply not trust Lucian at all?

"You thought I would bring mistresses into our home?" Lucian stepped toward her but maintained enough distance to avoid being too close. Yet, his piercing gaze was enough to intimidate her.

Erin felt guilty, but she asked anyway, "You don’t plan to have mistresses, do you? Or... any other wives?"

He remained unfazed. "I’ve already made it clear to you—you are the only one for me. If you still don’t trust me, then the day I break my promise, you can pierce this sword straight through my heart. You won’t have to hold back like you did today."

Erin realized she had hurt him, but this stoic man showed no sign of pain on his face.

"You’d better keep your word because I don’t want to become a murderer," she said, her tone awkward with embarrassment, though she tried to maintain her pride.

"I won’t," Lucian replied firmly. "You will always be the prideful lady of this estate. Our home will have no place for any other women or outsiders. The only women allowed here, besides you as my wife, would be my mother and sister."

Erin didn’t know what to say, but then it hit her. What I did today... does that mean I’ve agreed to be his wife, the lady of this estate? Why does something feel off? How did it come to this? Did this man manipulate my thoughts, or was it my own doing?

"I’ll ask my father to send an official message to the King and your father about our marriage," Lucian said.

"Wait..."

"Are you backing out after agreeing to be my wife?" Lucian asked, stepping closer. "If so, let me make this clear—you’re not allowed to back down. That’s not an option."

Erin instinctively took a step back. "I’m not backing down. I just... need to talk to my brothers and Aaron first."

Lucian nodded, his expression calm but resolute. "You’re free to do whatever you need to—except back down."

She hummed softly and glanced at his chest where she had hurt him. "First, we need to treat your wound."

"It’s fine. You don’t have to feel bad about a tiny wound," he replied.

Erin frowned. This man clearly couldn’t see her worry or care. He either wanted to act tough, or he was simply made this way.

If it were any other man, he’d use this chance to get closer to the woman he liked and let her take care of him. But this man... I have no hope. Still, I can’t help but want him. I suppose I’ll just have to accept that my married life will have no sweet romance at all. All those romance books brother Rowan brought for me, I can only forget them as sweet fantasy. My man is simply an unromantic.’