His Love

6.2

[Trigger Warning – Non-con.]

“Cezanne?”

“It’s all because of you. If it wasn’t for you, if you hadn’t saved Lord Jungkook then, my engagement with him wouldn’t have been broken!”

Cezanne, who suddenly approached her, grabbed Lisa’s hair.

“Ahh!”

Then she began to drag Lisa into the darkness. It was then that Lisa realized.

Jungkook couldn’t possibly be here!

“Let me go! Let go!”

She tried to hold on to something, but even as she struggled, her hand caught nothing. Fearful of where this malice came from, Cezanne dragged Lisa by the hair and headed deeper inside.

“What’s so good about this stupid bitch! Life saver? How laughable! That man is mine! I’m the girl who knew he was going to be Sultan! You dare! This ridiculous wench!”

“Aaaah!”

When Jungkook came back alive and well after being injured, he seemed to have lost his senses. He looked out of the window more frequently, and when his injuries had healed somewhat, he suddenly went to the palace more often. Cezanne wondered if there was a woman he had hidden, so she attached someone to him, but she couldn’t figure out anything other than him going back and forth to the library.

But, it was all about going to see this girl! How did she get kicked out by such a vulgar bitch! She absolutely wouldn’t let this slide.

As soon as Lisa  became Sultan, she was told that he took one of the former Sultan’s concubines, so she took advantage of his absence and entered the harem. She had to see it with her own eyes. Cezanne got pushed out of her high position by such a lowly little girl who had no family to support her.

She thought she wanted to kill Lisa by cutting her throat on the spot. Her own dreadful mood might get a little better if she saw blood gurgling from that white neck.

“You managed to get your hands on him with that ignorant face. Stupid bitch! Pathetic bitch! Dirty bitch! You don’t seem to be satisfied with the previous Sultan’s d*ck, huh? Dealing with His Majesty and his father at the same time. Ha! With such an innocent face, you’re such a lewd bitch!”

She spit those words like a curse, pulling Lisa’s hair even harder. The hem of Lisa’s robe was torn and her delicate back was scratched on the stone floor without mercy.

“Struggle harder! Do you want me to tell you about your future? You just need to spread those pretty legs here. Those men will take care of all the rest.”

“D-Don’t do this, Miss Cezanne!”

“Ah, and one more thing.”

Cezanne suddenly stopped walking. Lisa, who was holding her breath, once again grabbed Cezanne’s hand and grabbed the wrist, which held her by the hair.

“The one you served is also here. I asked my father to help. This is where my father hid him.”

“What…”

Cezanne let Lisa’s hair down as if she held no resentment anymore. She tried to get up and go out to where they had entered, but suddenly, someone grabbed Lisa’s waist tightly from behind.

“Is this the girl?”

“Yes, Your Majesty Sultan.”

The voice she heard behind her was something she would never forget for the rest of her life. During that one terrible night, his rough hand forced her to open her own body. It was that filthy voice that coerced her.