The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 717

Chapter 717: I Am That Bastard

"Once outside, she spoke softly, "My Lord, I am here."

"Enter," came the man’s deep, cold voice.

She opened the door and stepped inside, only to see Lord Mortem seated in a chair by the fireplace, sipping wine. Unlike the noble clothes she had seen him in the previous day, he now wore a night robe. Despite his age, he looked dignified, though there was an unsettling, intimidating presence about him.

Unsure of what to do, she bowed shakily and said, "My Lord."

"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed," he ordered, his tone devoid of any emotion.

She removed her clothes and lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling nervous about what was about to happen. From the corner of her eye, she saw Lord Mortem empty his glass and stand up, making his way toward the bed.

With each step he took, her heart raced faster. He reached the bed and looked down at her, his predatory gaze roaming over her naked body. "Indeed, beautiful."

She gulped and dared to look at him, only to be met with his terrifying eyes. His voice cut through the silence. "And I love to conquer beautiful things—and break them."

A shiver ran down her spine as she watched him chuckle darkly. "But I won’t break you... yet. You’ve been chosen to bear my next child. If you fail to do so, only then will I break you in ways you can’t imagine."

She felt an overwhelming urge to flee, but Lord Mortem had already climbed onto the bed, pressing her body beneath his. "Soft and delicate just like I prefer."

He nuzzled into her neck. "You will produce a son for me. I know you’re meant to."

She felt his tongue as he licked and sucked her skin, his bites harsh, sending sharp pain instead of pleasure. His mouth moved down to her chest, wildly exploring her breasts with a rough hunger, making her wince. His actions were devoid of care, treating her body like a mere object.

Unlike with Nathaniel she enjoyed that roughness of his, she felt disgusted with this man.

Meanwhile, his hand slid between her legs. "Let’s see how sensitive you are. The more, the better."

She inhaled sharply as his hand roughly explored her, only for him to suddenly freeze. His brows furrowed as he pulled back, staring at his hand, now drenched with something he hadn’t expected.

His gaze grew cold as he looked at her, realization dawning in both of them.

She realised Nathaniel had deliberately done this so that his father would find out.

"Who did you let defile you?" Lord Mortem asked coldly, fury rising in his voice. "Which bastard dared claim what belongs to me and empty his dirt inside you?"

At that moment, the door opened, and Nathaniel entered the room. "I’m that bastard," he said coolly. "The son of another bastard." He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, watching the scene unfold with amused smirk playing on his lips.

Noel glared at his son, "You...how dare you...."

Nathaniel chuckled, "Before you had never objected whenever I fucked your mistresses, then why angry this time. For a change I just felt like fucking her first and then letting you have her. What does it matter, after all it’s the same place we both would be fucking."

"She was not meant for you to fuck..."

"Yeah, she was meant to give me a sibling," Nathaniel interrupted him, "but who knows, she might end up giving you a grandchild instead? Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? An heir to your bloodline? What does it matter whether you father it or I do?"

Noel stepped off the bed and looked at the woman. "Get out of here. I’ll deal with you later."

"Marry the woman I ask you to and I will break that pact right after that," Noel replied, victorious grin on his face.

"That’s it?" Nathaniel asked.

Noel nodded, smirk on his lips widening.

"Alright," and tossed that scroll back to his father. "Do you think making me marry someone, you will get your heir," Nathaniel smirk.

Noel laughed, "You truly underestimate me, don’t you. Soon you will know, I am a father and you will always remain my son, my little obedient son."

His father rarely laughed this way, and it meant he truly had something under his sleeves that would be troublesome for Nathaniel.

"Who am I getting married to?" Nathaniel asked.

"You will know soon. Now get out of here and leave my estate."

"I am taking my mother’s ashes and her memorial slab. If you stop me..."

"Go take it with you. As long as you are going to marry, I allow you anything."

Nathaniel truly felt conflicted now. He wondered was he the one to trouble his father or he was the one to be caught in his father’s trap?

Having bad feeling about what his father planned, Nathaniel retuned to his residence. Not having a wink of sleep he continued to drink the entire night. Next by the crack of dawn, he left the Mortem estate with his people and what he was there for- His mother.