Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 93: The other world_Part 1

Hours ago.

Belle could not stay and stomach everything in the hall, not the brutal way of the killing or waiting to see the dead body of a girl she thought was her friend but had secretly wanted to kill her. She ran without looking back nor stopping, even when she tripped over the front hem of her dress. frёewebηovel.cѳm

The moment she got to her chamber, she slammed the door shut behind her and bolted it with the lock with shaky hands. She then pressed her back against it and slowly slid down the cold wood of the mahogany door. She was too shocked to feel anything. She wanted to cry for losing a friend she never had, but she couldn’t find the tears and was somewhat numb.

It was like every emotion inside her was locked in and wasn’t ready to come forth. How could she say all those things? How could Farrah be that cruel enough to want her dead when all she ever did was want something good for the girl?

Belle had even imagined on so many occasions that she would take the girl to Aragonia with her and let her have the chance of finding someone who would cherish her for her hopeless romantic ways of thinking...

But in the end, the girl was only pretending to be her friend and never truly cared about her. All those times she had allowed her to lay on her bed and tell her stories about the slave establishment and things Belle was ignorant about the night creatures, and all those times she had shared her meals with her when Rohan wasn’t around and even knit with her and a few others, were nothing but a lie.

How could she?

Belle had always showed kindness to others who had no one. She showed it to them because she never wanted anyone to feel left out and abandoned like she had once felt in her home. It was completely heartbreaking to be surrounded by many people and yet feel like you are adrift alone in the middle of the ocean.

As much as she had deluded herself for so long about her own family’s behavior towards her, she knew that they would never like her again like they did before, and sometimes she thought it always had something to do with her. Something was utterly wrong for everyone she met to hate her and want her gone, even though she had wanted to be liked...

’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?’

’I despise you, Isabelle! With everything in me, I wanted you dead and gone from Rohan’s life. I am more beautiful than you are, and I should be in your place. You are too innocent and too stupid for anyone to like, not to mention a vampire.’

Those words made her heart tighten to a knot so unbearable she wished she could erase everything from her mind and that she had never known the false persona the girl had put up.

She’d seen her sister in Farrah and thought Farrah was nothing like Eve, but it turned out she was not a better judge at characters like Rohan had said; they had many things in common.

Her sister had been a selfish little princess who got her way, and when she didn’t, she would manipulate her way towards it, and Belle knew that. But to live without depressing herself with hate in her heart, she made herself look at the good in the person rather than the bad. And no matter what and how selfish her sister had been, she never disliked her and still did everything in her power to make her happy.

She had contradicted everything Rohan thought about people because she believed everyone had good in them, but at this moment, where her mind kept playing the words Farrah had uttered with resentment, Belle swallowed the huge lump in her throat and accepted she was indeed naive and stupid.

She knew nothing about the world and people. She was nothing but a scarred-face, unattractive lady no other woman would want to befriend, and it hurt to see how much resentment was filled in the heart of someone as beautiful and innocent as Farrah.

Belle could not help but wonder what the girl envied about her to the point of wanting her dead when she had the beauty and the looks many men liked, except for her husband...

Rohan had never seemed affected by the good looks.

As if on time, she heard him knock on the door behind her. He turned the knob and called her name, but she made no move to open it. She wanted to be alone, though her heart said otherwise and longed to be held in the warmth of his arms and console. She blocked her mind from the knocks and the whispered voices of Rav and Rohan that followed.

Perhaps she had spaced out for a long time at some point, but the knocks and her husband’s presence were gone. She stood up, realizing she was stupid for ignoring him when she would well appreciate a distraction at this point.

He could taunt and say whatever he wanted to her face as long as he would distract her mind from feeling stupid and feeling unworthy of anyone’s love. But as she unlocked the door and looked out, there was no one outside it.

Disheartened and disappointed, she closed the door and went to bathe. She did not care about the cold and used the water without hot water. Once done, Belle still could not find the emotions to grieve for the maid she had known — not the real one who had wanted her dead to take her husband. She could not find it either to cry and feel shaken about how the girl had been killed in front of her.

She was number than she had been when she came in.

Not feeling sleepy, she went to her balcony and stared sightlessly at the gloomy night sky, her fingers gripping the cold rails as she wished she could experience the sensation of being in the sky again, flying and having nothing to worry about and being held securely in the arms of someone who seemed to have become her sudden knight in shining armor and had come to her rescue more than once.

She could not imagine; had Rohan been someone else other than what he was now, she would have been long dead in this land. He had saved her more than she could have expected of a man said to be cruel and heartless.

She had trusted her parents, but in the end, they put her in harm’s way and protected their own favorite daughter. She had trusted Farrah enough that she had made the mistake of leaving the castle on her advice to meet Jamie, but in the end, it had all been a way to get rid of her, just like her own family had wanted to rid themselves of her...

She wasn’t stupid, perhaps naive and delusional, yes, but she knew why Eve had motivated Jamie to come here for her. She did not want to accept or entertain the thought earlier, but now she did. Her own sister wanted her gone as well, and by sending Jamie, who she hated, it would be like killing two birds with one stone, so it almost did not shock her as much as it should that Farrah would want that as well.

Everyone she trusted and loved wanted her gone.

But Rohan...

She heard the door open behind her, half expecting her husband, she turned around quickly but she was disappointed to see the head maid, Gwen. Without a second thought, she dismissed the girl as she did not want to be bothered by anyone.

Belle waited for some time, perhaps Rohan would come back to her chamber, but he never came, and she got mentally and physically exhausted to the point that she decided it was better he didn’t come and went to bed to sleep. It was a surprise she could still fall asleep so easily, or maybe she had fallen asleep that easily because of the nightmare that lured her into its den and trapped her into it.

Belle’s eyes fluttered open to be greeted with darkness. Her chamber had been bright when she went to sleep; she had kept her candles burning on the stands, but now there was no light nor was there the familiar cracking that always came from the fireplace. When her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, she realized it wasn’t entirely dark.

The windows and balcony door were missing, like they were ripped out, and in their place was the naked frame with the milky light of the moon. It illuminated the space that looked yet like her chamber and at the same time different.

Belle jerked to a sitting position with a small startled cry as she looked around her and down on the bed she laid on. Horrified by the sight of what she laid on, she hurriedly climbed down the bed and stared at the cobwebs and dust hovering above and on it and the broken bedpost. The light colored sheet was so dirty it had turned a brownish yellow color.

She knew without a doubt that she was not in her chamber and was probably in another nightmare, only that it felt so real she feared she was living it.

She walked to the empty window to look down, only to be greeted with a barren land with no garden. The trees were as dead as the lack of noise and life in her surroundings. Everything was unusually still and eerily silent like the time had frozen.

There were no distant lights that indicated the town she always saw from up here. Everything was silent and bathed in the silver glow of the large moon in a sky where, despite being clear, there were no stars — only the moon.

The first curling thread of dread crept into her heart.