Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 83: Betrayal_Part 1

When Rohan suddenly turned in her direction, Belle froze. Just a moment ago she had felt utterly safe in his arms enough to want to hug him, she did not feel the same anymore. She had no idea what she felt because her stomach was doing more of the feeling at this moment where she felt so sick she wanted to throw up.

But before she could even register things in her momentarily hazed brain after the scene she had witnessed, Rohan had crossed the space between them in one fast leap and caught her wrist. He bent and carried her swiftly in his arms and began to walk away from the scene and away from the bodies, and she couldn’t do anything but allow him to take her away from there.

He was actually moving away with a speed that threatened to knock all breath away from her, and Belle couldn’t so much as see or bother to speak as she did not trust herself to make a perfect speech.

It was when they reached the broken fence of his castle that he stopped and put her down, and she staggered on her limbless feet. Even that, Belle did not know how they had gotten there so fast because her mind was taking so much time to take off the scene she had witnessed and to register things properly again.

How could he kill so easily without so much as blinking? How strong was he to snap a vampire’s neck—known to be so strong—with so much ease like he was snapping sticks? She wondered as she finally realized he had stopped walking and put her down.

She instinctively stepped back from him and looked up at him to see him tilt his head to the side at her action. He merely stared at her where she couldn’t see his face as it was in shadow, but she could sense his displeasure and another intensity that was probably anger.

Being someone who had grown all her life never being around such brutality of killing, she felt lightheaded and dizzy and the urge to run, but she did none of what she felt because her body was immobilized at the pair of dark eyes that pinned her down in place.

She did not know why she was so shocked and paralyzed about the way he killed them when she knew the kind of man he was.

But even so, she couldn’t help but stammer out, "Y-you shouldn’t have killed them, you should—"

"I should what, Isa? Let them live after they dared have the thoughts of assaulting what is mine?" he scoffed coldly as he retrieved a brown handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped the blood off his face as he continued to speak to her. "It wouldn’t be me if I let them live after that. And before you make me forget my anger, I want you to fucking explain to me what you came out to do at this time of the night."

Belle’s heart thudded. She swallowed hard. She had come out to go and meet Jamie and to test if she still loved him enough to elope with him, but she dared not open her mouth and tell Rohan that when he had just killed two nobles mercilessly in front of her for having the thought of assaulting her.

And though the sight of it was so disturbing right now, she was certain it would haunt her later more than now. And if he could kill these two for just that thought, what would he do to Jamie if she told him what she was going to him to do?

He had warned her many times to forget about her love for him and to not have the thought of ever going back, he had once even threatened to go to Aragonia to harm Jamie.

What if he went and killed him now that he was in this land?! That thought alone sent her nerves jittering together and her heart begin to race faster.

"I can hear the beat of fear and lies in your heart, Isa. What don’t you want me to know?" came his indifferent, quiet voice from the shadows that held the tone of distrust and displeasure.

"I... I was bored in the castle and wanted to—"

"Lies," he gritted, cutting her off as he took a threatening step towards her, and Belle acted impulsively again and stepped away from him, only to regret it when the air around him seemed to intensify and his displeasure turned into rage, which she felt and saw on the outline of his face where his jaw worked.

"I don’t like it when I am being betrayed, Isa. And you have just attempted to do that by trying to run away with a worthless human behind my back and dared to lie to me about it," he drawled in a voice that had suddenly turned calm and chillingly emotionless, and it made a bead of sweat trail down her spine.

How did he know she had attempted to go to Jamie? She wouldn’t call it running away because she had not made that decision yet, but he had found that out and took it as a betrayal. But how? She wondered anxiously as she began to walk back when he began to advance on her slowly, intimidating and making her want to turn around and run.

"If you are wondering how I found out about your little betrayal, Isa. Look at this," he said with a mocking scoff as he retrieved a sheet of wrinkled note from his pocket and waved it in her face.

Belle’s eyes rounded when she realized it was Jamie’s letter, which she had made sure to tuck inside her closet before she would decide on what to do but ended up forgetting to burn or bring it along. How did he find it?

"A letter from the beloved, isn’t it? How the fucker got the nerves to send such a filthy thing to my wife, amazes me. Did you believe I wouldn’t know about it and you would run away with him?" he gritted through clenched teeth as he crumpled the letter into his gloved fist and then tossed it away.

"You almost betrayed me when I trusted you to be different."

The accusing tone in his voice and the way he was advancing with angry steps made Belle part her lips and exclaim, "I did not betray you!"

She did not think of what she did as a betrayal when she left the castle without thinking of the consequences of being caught halfway. He made it seem like he had loved her and she broke his heart when he had none. Wasn’t he the one who said he was incapable of love and any soft and tender emotions?

Even though she had acted impulsively this evening without thinking about the consequences of being caught by him—as Farrah had assured her that he might not return like last night—she had no intentions of hurting him. Because somewhere in her heart and mind, she knew she wouldn’t be able to elope with Jamie and would return to the castle.

But her enraged husband did not even give her the chance to explain herself properly as he let out a humorless laugh.

"Tell me, then what were you about to do with Marchant in Andrew’s Inn? I should kill the fucker tonight for—"

"Please don’t!" she exclaimed pleadingly without a second thought, as she did not want to bring death upon Jamie.

But what she did not know was that she had only made things worse by opening her mouth to plead for his life. He suddenly stopped advancing on her and stopped short in his tracks.

"You still love him?" he questioned blankly, staring at her.

Belle had no answer to those words because she did not know what she felt for Jamie at this point. All she knew was that she did not want him dead.

When she did not answer, Rohan nodded his head as if her silence had given him just the answer.

"I see. Marchant is the one you still want. And Marchant shall die before the morning comes," he said with a cold smirk as he watched her pale and then run to grab his arm when he began to turn on his heels.

She hurriedly came to his front and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"If you kill him or harm him in any way, I will hate you with all my heart!" she remarked, braving up this time to say the words she felt with so much conviction in her voice and resolve.

She might be in a state of confusion in her heart, but she knew she did not want Jamie dead, and most certainly she did not want Rohan to give her the reason to despise him for real this time when he was giving her all the reasons just a few days ago to like him.

If her words gave the effects she expected, Rohan did not show it. He merely raised his hand and wrapped his gloved fingers around both her wrists and pried her fingers from his coat.

"I don’t care if you hate or like me, Isa. What I care about is for you to have no other man in your mind. And let me tell you something, the more you try to protect this loser, the more I want to hurt him and skin him alive," he said as he released her wrists and then continued to say,

"You’ve earned yourself a punishment tonight, and I intend to see it through. Come with me," he ordered without even giving her time to digest his heartless words, grabbing her wrist and beginning to pull her with him into the fence and the yard of the vast castle.

Belle merely allowed him to pull her along as his words rang in her head. He did not care whether she liked or disliked him, which meant he would do whatever he pleased without caring whether it broke her heart or hurt her...