Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 84: Betrayal_Part 2

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...

He was going to punish her. She realized, but unlike the other days where she wondered if he would punish her in bed and introduce her to a new thing about intimacy, that thought did not come to her mind now as she couldn’t help but find it so hard to believe her heart was slowly getting attached to a heartless man who did not care about her own feelings.

If he did not care and could not love, why was he keeping her and so overly obsessed with wanting her not to think of another who probably loved her enough to risk his life coming into a dangerous land such as this?

Belle did not protest nor try to ask in what way he would punish her. He dragged her up a flight of many stairs in the back of the building where he half carried and put her down a few of the stairs until they walked up to the top of it. A rooftop. And then he let go and stepped back.

The wind was strong up here, and the flashing of lightning every now and then illuminated him standing there, his hair disheveled and his expression dark. This wasn’t just any rooftop—it was where the tower of the castle’s great clock stood, its face looming behind him.

The wind tore fiercely at her cloak and hair, chilling her skin.

How did he plan to punish her up here, at the top of the roof? Why had he brought her to such a place?

She watched as he went to lean against the wall of the tower clock and then used his two fingers to retrieve a cigar from his breast pocket and put it between his teeth without lighting it while he kept his eyes on her.

"Knowing how you like to listen to many gossips, Isa," he began to speak as he bit on the edge of the cigar, his intense dark eyes on her, "you must have heard of how I punish those I deemed untrustworthy, haven’t you?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side.

Belle did not reply and chose to keep her silence and see what he wanted to do, but then this was Rohan — he would make her do what she did not want to do, and talking she must.

"Answer me or we won’t leave here tonight. What did the rumors say about how I treat those untrustworthy?"

She’d heard many unspeakable rumors about him from her homeland and from the mouth of the servants in the castle, especially Farrah, and she told him. "You kill them," she muttered, wondering why he was asking her that.

"Good that you know so much about me through the rumors." He smiled pleasingly and then gestured with his hand towards the edge of the tower and said, "I want you to go there and throw yourself off the edge."

Belle was for a moment taken aback at his words. She almost believed she had misheard him, but he repeated himself calmly.

"Throw yourself off the tower. That’s your punishment for betraying me."

Belle blinked in disbelief. He wanted to kill her! The tower clock roof was the tallest among the entire building as it was where the castle clock was, and so when it rang it would be heard by the nearby towns. If she threw herself off it, she would surely fall to her death!

"You want to kill me..." she stated, her heart growing unbearably heavy, squeezing within her chest. A hot sensation bloomed in her throat, searing its way down to her heart, tightening it into a painful knot. The emotions she felt at that moment were indescribable as she stared at him.

She felt utterly pained to the bones to the point it hurt the back of her eyes and throat. One would ask why it hurt her more than it should have when she knew the kind of man he was, but it hurt because she had once loved and knew the feelings and symptoms of it, and though she had ignored them and wanted to never acknowledge it with the belief that ignoring them would make it go away, or that it would make her feel less guilty about the fact that she was holding two men dear to her heart at the same time, unable to pick which she wanted to stay with the most and she loved more, enough to spend her life with.

It hurt because her heart beat fast whenever he was close by, and from the way he had been treating her, she had believed that somewhere he cared about her feelings and even her, despite the fact that he had no heart, only for him to let her know he didn’t care, just like her parents had never cared for what she felt.

She was hurt by the fact that he had finally decided to get rid of her, and he was going to do it in a way he wouldn’t be accused of it, but would make it seem as if she had killed herself.

A hollow, bitter laugh almost escaped her lips, as she mocked herself for ever believing Rohan might not be as terrible as the world had warned her he was.

Of course, what did she expect from someone who had known killing from a very young age and killed an entire castle staffs and his own parents? As much as she had denied that fact, she had always had a fleeting thought after he confirmed to her that night in the royal castle about killing his parents that a day would come she would be next, but never had she thought it would come this soon.

But then, she was glad it did, at least her stupid heart had not gone and fallen for him entirely. Nonetheless, it did not hurt less to know that he wanted to end her life.

"What if I refuse to do it?" she asked quietly, fighting to hold back the tears that was threatening to spill from her burning eyes.

He smiled and shrugged his broad shoulders, the cigar rolling lazily between his teeth. "I’ll have no choice but to throw you off myself," he said, his voice light but laced with something sinister. "Once, I wondered if a chicken could fly like a bird, so I tossed one off this very roof... and damned thing actually flew. Now, I find myself wondering if a human could do the same."

He leaned his weight back against the wall, his dark eyes gleaming like starless night sky. "And since you’ve earned yourself a punishment right when I’m in the mood of wondering, why not use you for my experiment?"

Belle did not believe she could get angry when she was this hurt, but she was. She scoffed in disbelief, agitated beyond words.

"What if I fall and die?!" she asked angrily, terrified and wondering just how his twisted mind worked.

He crooked his head to the side and said causally, "Then I’ll marry another human to amuse me like you have been doing. Go on, jump down and show me."

Belle clenched her fists at the sides of her cloak. She did not want to die and certainly not by jumping where the height of it might kill her before the fall. Not believing he really meant it when she had witnessed how he treated her differently from everyone around him and even held her when she had nightmares, she decided to approach him in another way to escape this. She looked at him with tear-filled hazel eyes.

"I... can’t. Don’t make me do it, please, Rohan..." she said pitifully, even making her eyes larger and her voice small and desperate to make him change his mind. And once he did, she planned to run to Jamie and leave Rohan Dagon with his madness. Weather she still loved Jamie or not, she would truly elope with him if she had the chance to meet him in that inn tonight.

"That doesn’t work on me, sweetheart. When people plead I only want to see them do it even more. Tsk, it’s not even that high, if you fall the least that could happen is that you will break a leg. I can carry you when that happens and it would stop me from bothering that you’d run from me with John. Now go on."

"It’s Jamie—"

"Jamie, James, John, don’t give a fuck. Jump!" He banged his fist against the wall behind him and pushed himself away from the wall.

Belle quickly stepped back fearfully and bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling as tears suddenly welled in her eyes, blurring his figure. She had never thought he was actually mad when they called him mad. He had made her believe that he cared about her more than anyone ever had, but it turned out to be all in her head — her heart reading too much into things. He had told her himself that he was heartless, mad and had confirmed the rumors, now he was showing her just how heartless and mad he could get.

She did not let her tears fall as she glared at him hatefully. If she was to die tonight, she would tell him just what she thought of him.

"You are a monster... A heartless devil who deserves to rot in the pit of hellfire!"

He smiled, but behind that smile, a nerve twitched that made his hand ball into a fist, but he quickly released it and replied to her, "I thought you knew before. I have no heart and I most certainly come from hell. Go on, we don’t have forever to stand here. Jump off."

"I will hunt you as a ghost and make your life miserable!" she gritted out as he began to advance on her when she refused to make any attempt to jump, and instinctively, she began to walk backwards.

Belle watched him throw his head back and laugh coldly at her words. "I will look forward to seeing your ghost then. Boo!" He clapped in front of her face, and Belle, already walking backwards and getting closer to the edge unknowingly, took two quick steps backwards as she thought he was going to hit her, and those steps she took — one landed her at the edge and the other sent her falling from the top before she could even prepare for it.

She let out a scream as she felt herself falling to her death with the devil watching her fall with a smirk playing on his face. The feeling of anger and betrayal that overwhelmed her as she fell made her close her eyes. He wouldn’t be the last person she saw before her death, and if she died, she hoped to become a vicious ghost with an unfinished business.

"Rohan, I will haunt you and kill you!" she screamed on her descent to the unforgiving ground.