Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 88

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Chapter 88: Punishment for the traitor_Part 2

"Do you know what I hate most, slave? People who act innocent when they are not. I despise them. If you don’t want me to rip your head apart, start talking."

Rohan said calmly, but there was nothing calm about him, if it wasn’t for his bunny, this useless human would never have any access to live in his castle and under his roof. People like her disgust him.

The rest of the servants in the hall all stepped back, watching in horror as Farrah was being strangled, none of them could say anything, not even Rav, who only watched from the side, but Belle could not watch any longer. She went forward and wrapped her fingers around the wrist of the hand he was using to strangle her maidservant.

"Let her go! She did not do anything wrong! It was my fault, I should be the one you are strangling, not an innocent girl," she said pleadingly as she tried to pry his hand away from around the girl’s neck, but she might as well go and try to bend an iron with all that strength, because Rohan was an unmovable force as he stared at her with an expression Belle could not read.

Her eyes welled with tears, and as the tears fell, his other free hand moved swiftly and cut it off before it even rolled down her cheeks. He did that without letting go of Farrah, who was becoming weak in his grip.

"She doesn’t deserve your tears, Isa. I once told you about trusting people. In a world we live in, you shouldn’t give all your heart into trusting."

"But she did nothing wrong..." Belle wrapped her arm around his strong bicep and laid her head on it. "Please let her go, I will never attempt to leave again. I swear."

Rohan released Farrah—not because his wife was pleading for the girl’s life, but because he did not like seeing that liquid in her eyes.

He grabbed a napkin from the table behind him, and with slow, careful movement, he dragged and dabbed it against Belle’s wet cheeks as he said in a low voice, "I don’t let traitors live, and most definitely not one who is a threat to your life."

Before Belle could digest his words, Rohan had turned back to Farrah, who was coughing and trying to catch her breath on the floor of the hall while at the same time she was crawling behind Belle’s skirt as if to hide from Rohan.

"Help me..." She grabbed Belle’s skirt at the same time Rohan hurled her up to her feet by grabbing her arm roughly.

Belle hurried to interfere again, but Rohan had already locked eyes with the girl. Every muscle in Farrah’s body went still, her face frozen as she stared back at him, only her eyes widening in horror while the rest of her limbs remained immobilized.

"Show your true colors without hiding behind a mask of innocence," came Rohan’s command, and to Belle and everyone’s astonishment, Farrah’s innocent-looking face disappeared and she let out a laughter that chilled Belle as those green eyes of hers that turned in her direction were hateful and filled with resentment.

"I have hated you since the first day I met you, Isabelle. I had to put up with serving an ugly woman with a hideous scar like you. Did you know how it felt like to be beautiful and yet be reduced to a slave?" Farrah scoffed, finally showing all the hate she had been holding in her heart ever since she met this woman.

Farrah was beautiful, and it was just right that she became noticed by the mad lord, who she had fallen for ever since she first saw him. She had grown up in the land of the vampires, and her biggest dream was to marry one of the vampires and, if possible, get turned into their kind, as they had the upper hands compared to the humans.

She had no desire to mingle or be with her kind. She wanted to be among the night creatures and be respected and have everything she had always wanted. Wealth and power.

She’d heard so much about the mad lord and had expected to meet a man hideous and unsightly, but she’d met a handsome man with a face charming enough to make her start dreaming at night to be his wife.

She’d seen herself being in his arms like this wife of his was. She had even pictured herself falling ill, and him acting as her doctor, feeding her medicine through his mouth—just as she had secretly watched him do through the keyhole.