ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛᴡɪɴs ☾ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ☽

☾ᴀʀᴄ 𝟷: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟿☽

☾ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ✔☽

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ʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟾𝟶𝟶

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Hellia's Pov

Hello! Back for more? Yay! Okay, enough with the intro. Let the this chapter commence~
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"I only accept apologies in cash." I told him, outstretching my hand towards my father.

'Cough it up' I thought. Give me it all!

The Duke smirked. "What are going to use it for?" I smiled innocently ."This and that."

Alastair furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly upset with my vaguely, mysterious answer and I made a deal with him.

"I'll behave...if you give me an allowance." I told him slyly.

Weirdly, Hellia did not have money. I dunno where she wanted to run away without any cash.

Its a good thing I still have the money I stole- But, everyone needs more, right~?

"No more running away?" He questioned, leaning on his hand.

I nodded. The Duke narrowed his eyes."How much?"

Hm...how much would be enough?

Should I be modest and gather small amounts secretly and wait a long time? I'll probably wilt away like a rotten flower, though...

Or a shameless goldigging bi*ch? Haa...the choices~

I hummed thoughtfully, tapping my chin. I've chosen my choice! "100,000 gold should suffice monthly."

I could see the shocked faces of my family as they all stared at me wide eyed.

100, 000 gold was literally a quarter of the Duke's income. On top of that monthly...he would be sucked dry in a few months!

"100, 000 gold?!" Alistair's mouth was wide open. "No." He immediately refused with a flat tone.

I bit my lip, I knew he wasn't going to agree that easily. "Okay. 10,000 gold weekly should be fine then, no?"

Alastair blinked. "Absolutely not!" He stood up, slamming his hands. Ugh, damn it! Why is he so stubborn??? It's not even that much for him!

"What are you even going to do with that money!?" The Duke yelled, glaring at me profusely. Gee, quiet down a bit! Your girly scream is hurting my ears...! I mused, howling.

"Fine then!" I retorted, huffing. "1000 gold daily is my last offer. Take it or leave it." I harrumphed, turning my head to the side.

My father sat down, rubbing between his eyes (above the nose) and murmured. "Your going to make me bankrupt..."

The room was deathly quiet so I heard it. I smirked at his words. Yes, that's exactly what I want~

"Will you agree or shall I run away again?" I reasoned, bargaining him with my questioning.

He groaned. "You..." Alastair sighed. He mulled over my preposterous proposition and agreed after a while.

"Alright. You will receive 1000 gold daily."