Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: The demon_Part 2

Take me back to my husband’s house, please..."

She stood before him, trembling from the cold and his words. She had nothing to say to him. It was best they part ways—nothing further, nothing more to say.

He had just made it easy for her to live on without guilt.

Instead of accepting her decision to go back home, he watched her like she was crazy, or like she had spoken in a foreign language, and to her absolute disbelief and hurt, he threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until tears shimmered down his eyes, and then he regarded her with eyes that looked nothing like what she was used to seeing in him, making her lower her gaze and clench her fists against her drenched, dirty robe.

"You must be really out of your mind to think I will send you back to him. It’s either you come with me or walk all the way back to your mad husband. And just so you know, we are on the path that leads to the borders, far away from him," came his snarl, causing Belle to jerk her head up to look at him.

She did not allow herself to cry for the man she had lost, because to her now, the Jamie she knew was no more. This person was a stranger to her, and a stranger she shall forget forever once this was over.

She nodded her head and said, "Very well then. I hope you have a safe journey ahead. Goodbye." She turned away from him and began to walk, despite the unbearable pain in her body, but the pain in her body was nothing compared to the one in her heart.

However, she barely took four steps away from him when he grabbed her wrist and hurled her back against him.

"Are you insane?! You would rather walk all the way back than come with me? Do I mean so little to you now that you are a damned duchess to a mad—"

"You can insult my morals, think of me however you please, Jamie, but refrain from calling my husband a madman! He is no madman, and from what I see now, he has more sense than you do. Let go of my hand. You disgust me!" She yanked her hand back from his grip so hard she nearly stumbled backward.

She turned to leave again, without bothering to see the hurt on his face, because she defended Rohan. She would rather walk a hundred miles than go with him to wherever he planned to take her.

She didn’t get far before he caught up to her again, and this time roughly grabbed her arm. It was the same arm she had bruised when she threw herself off the wagon, and his harsh grip dug into the tender spot, making her grimace and cringe in silent pain.

"You’re hurting my arm. Let go!" she cried out as he began dragging her back toward the wagon, which she belatedly recognized. It was the same old wagon he had inherited from his late father, who had once been a hired coachman, transporting baby cows and horses across distant lands.

If he heard her cry of pain, he gave no sign. He didn’t loosen his grip, didn’t stop. He kept dragging her without pause.

Belle used what little strength she had left to resist him, planting her feet and dropping her weight to the ground in defiance, refusing to walk. She collapsed backward onto her backside, hoping to stop him, but even that didn’t work. His strength overpowered her. He kept pulling, and her knees scraped and bruised against the coarse, rocky ground, leaving trails of blood.

"Why can’t you just accept it and move on with your life?! I’m married now!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she fought against him. She wasn’t just exhausted from being drugged—she had also fallen from a moving wagon. Her whole body ached, and he was making it worse than she could bear.

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