Vol. 8 Chapter 17 - Madam Devil

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Ugh!”

It was more terrifying than I expected to be strangled by Valhail’s hand. It was as strong as a robot, unyielding, and overwhelming.

I suffocated as his grip on my neck tightened.

However, it was not as frightening as I had anticipated. The feeling of trusting my life to him…… It wasn’t too bad.

I didn’t know if it was because I had no doubt that this man would never kill me.

“You are all mine, Selina.”

Camilla smiled contentedly at the breathless me.

Her innocent smile was tinged with a pleasure I was unsure of.

‘You still don’t know what you have or what you’ve lost, don’t you? At the same time, I’ll be taking yours away one by one.’

In the end, you’ll be standing in an empty wasteland with nothing to your name, facing the blade that will fall on your neck.

That is the verdict that I made with you, Camilla, the Villain.

“Even if you get married and leave this house, you will forever be my doll. Do you get it?”

That’s when my vision starts to blur.

Valhail’s hands were released just in time.

I rolled to the floor, taking a shallow breath like a hunted herbivore.

Camilla appeared in front of me in my hazy vision.

“I’m sure you’re lonely without Penny. If you hang yourself, it’s a big deal.”

She stroked my forehead and the nape of my neck, which were drenched in a cold sweat as if she felt empathy for me.

“I will assign you a new maid. So just wait a little longer.”

And after hearing her saying that, I lost my consciousness.

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I awoke at the crack of dawn.

‘…Huh? It’s the bed.’

Why did I wake up on the bed when I clearly remembered falling on the floor?

‘There is no one who can move me.’

Without Penny, I was alone in this spacious bedroom.

Cough.”

Recognizing the throbbing nape of my neck, I went in front of the mirror.

Wow, seriously?”

There was a red handprint on my neck, as I had expected. It was obviously a strangling mark.

The reason why Camilla could do such a blatant villainous thing to Selina was such as if I was eating a hundred sweet potatoes.
(T/N: 고구마 is increasingly used as an adjective or a noun to express the speaker’s frustrated or impatient feeling about a situation or a person, the feeling similar to what you may feel when you eat sweet potato without any beverage.)

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