AMOTGD

CHAPTER Xl

Before I could even scream “No,” he sealed my lips with his. He buried himself deep inside me, as if to tear me apart, and then slowly released his seed into me.

The hot sxmxn touched my womb, spreading from deep inside.

As he felt me shudder at the sensation, he wrapped his arms around me and thrust a few more times, ensuring that every drop was emptied inside me.

Even after finishing, he didn’t let go of me for a long time. It wasn’t until the servants, realizing I was missing, came searching with lanterns and calling my name that he finally stopped.

The voices of the approaching servants grew louder, but he remained utterly calm. Even in the current situation, he seemed only regretful that he had to pull out of me. With a lazy smile, he lifted his hips and stood up.

Drip—

How much did he release? Despite the dim light, the amount of fluid leaking from me was substantial.

Realizing this, I instinctively shook my head.

No, it can’t be. Surely, I wouldn’t get pregnant from just one time. It wasn’t even a risky day, and if it was just this once, I could chalk it up to a mistake.

‘Yes, it’ll be fine. It was just once. It was the first time.’

Moreover, although I was caught off guard today, I could avoid him skillfully in the future. I had managed well so far. This man, too, feared being seen, which is why he brought me here to the stable. Right?

With trembling hands, I gathered some straw to wipe myself. It was a relief that this was the stable. With the strong smell here, it would be easy to mask the scent of sxmxn.

‘So, it’s fine, it’s fine…!’

I hastily pushed my fingers inside to scoop out the thick fluid without thinking about hygiene.

Snap—

Someone grabbed my wrist. I turned my head to see him looking down at me with a cold gaze.

“Do you hate it that much?”

His twisted smile—was he always capable of such an expression?

Looking at my bewildered face, he pulled out a handkerchief and gently cleaned me below. He found my torn underwear and dressed me, leaving the handkerchief there to absorb the remaining fluid. Not stopping here, he helped me stand and brushed off my skirt.

As he gently smoothed my disheveled hair, he warned me in a soft yet menacing tone.

“I’m letting you go quietly this time, but I trust that you understand.”

Understand what exactly?

His voice, though seemingly kind, was chilling. I blinked in confusion, not comprehending the situation. Seeing my confusion, he laughed.

“Paul, the stableman. Your husband.”

“…….”

“If you care about him, you need to protect him.”

So, this bastard was saying…

“I don’t have a hobby of sharing my woman with another man.”

Was he threatening me? Was he saying he’d kill Paul if I slept with him?

His words, as he lightly tapped my cheek, were unmistakably a threat. He was sending me away now because of the current situation, but if I so much as touched Paul, he wouldn’t let it slide.

Despite his pretty face, the killing intent emanating from his fingertips was no joke, likely honed from his time on the battlefield.

I couldn’t breathe under the weight of that atmosphere. It was only when he turned around to adjust his clothes that the anger welled up in me.

Now that I think about it, he didn’t even bother taking off his clothes; he just unbuckled and ravaged me like a beast. This so-called noble act, isn’t this just coercion? Not only did he ruin someone else’s wedding, but he dragged the new bride to a smelly stable!

In a burst of anger, I said something I would never normally dare to utter.

“Your Highness, you already have the Grand Duchess.”

It was a question that dared to compare a lowly person like me to the distant Grand Duke. If I were truly a native of this world, it would be something I couldn’t say even with a knife at my throat. But given the circumstances, I had nothing to lose.

Feeling the hypocrisy, I blurted it out. He turned to me with surprised eyes, then responded with an oddly meaningful smile.

“Jealous?”

…No, it’s not that! Where’s your shame?

I glared at him with a frown, and he gave a bitter smile as he touched my cheek. Then he replied shortly.

“I told you, it’s a political marriage.”

I closed my eyes, resisting the urge to slap him. So, because it’s a political marriage, everything is forgiven. Even if he married the Grand Duchess, had children, and continued his lineage. It’s just a political marriage, his heart is with me.

‘But you’ll abandon me once I’m pregnant.’

He doesn’t realize that people can die from such trivial emotions and actions.

As I trembled and held my breath, the Grand Duke hugged me, whispering in the most loving voice.

“You’re the only one for me, Julie.”

If I didn’t know better, his confession might have fooled me into thinking it was sincere.

He continued to shower kisses on my temple and forehead, but I wasn’t fooled. My mind was racing elsewhere, thinking about how to navigate this disastrous situation.

“I love you. Truly I do.”

A smile as beautiful as a blooming flower appeared on his lips. So dazzling and splendid.

But that love was the seed that would slowly grow inside me, threatening to destroy me.