Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 202: "Admit it, you just want to see me naked. "

"Why not just use a cleaning spell? I am too exhausted," complained Qie Xieling but King Luo wasn’t going to let him go. He pulled him up and entwined their fingers together.

"Admit it, you just want to see me naked," said Qie Xieling and King Luo found this very amusing.

"Maybe I do... We can also talk about this second base offer you mentioned earlier," he said while leading him out of the room.

Qie Xieling, "..."

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Yunning lay on her bed, her heart heavy with pain and her eyes swollen from countless tears. The rejection from her ex-fiancé had become a recurring nightmare, each refusal cutting deeper than the last.

It seemed as though her heartache knew no bounds, and the weight of her shattered dreams threatened to consume her. In her anguish, Yunning’s mind wandered to the very moment when Eling would meet his demise.

She imagined the satisfaction of seeing her rival crumble from the Bleeding Venom coursing through his veins. She imagined the torment he would go through as karma for stealing away the man she loved. The image brought a twisted solace to her heart, a brief respite from the torment that plagued her every waking moment.

As Yunning cried, lost in her vindictive daydream, a strange phenomenon startled her. The curtains fluttered with a gentle breeze, though the windows were securely closed. Confusion mingled with her sorrow, and she wiped away her tears, her gaze shifting toward the source of the disturbance. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

With a sudden spark of determination, her eyes narrowed with a fierce glare. Summoning every ounce of her arcane magic, she extended her trembling hand toward the windows.

A surge of energy coursed through her veins, fueling her resolve. The windows responded to her will, opening wide as if inviting an otherworldly presence into the room.

And then, in a mesmerizing display, a figure of a woman materialized within the ethereal glow. It was the very goddess Loviatar herself, manifesting before Yunning’s eyes as if she owned the palace. The air grew heavy with an otherworldly aura, and Yunning’s breath caught in her throat.

Loviatar, adorned in black leather embellished with outlandish spikes shimmering with celestial light, regarded Yunning with eyes that held both condescension and disdain. Her voice, soft yet unsettling, filled the room like a gentle breeze.

"Crying over a man... how pathetic," the goddess spoke, her voice carrying an otherworldly melody. She moved with a chilling yet sensual grace before taking a seat in the chair near the fireplace.

Her presence sent a shiver down Yunning’s spine, the weight of her sorrow momentarily forgotten.

With an ethereal voice that cut through the silence like a blade, Loviator continued to speak, "Your ex-fiancé, King Luo, has forsaken you. But instead of wallowing in your pain, why not do something about it? You are a beautiful strong princess and you should never cry for a man. I can offer you a solution... a path to revenge."

Yunning looked up, her eyes red and swollen, her gaze fixated on the goddess. The allure of vengeance danced tantalizingly before her, a flicker of hatred and longing mingling within her soul.

"What... what is your offer?" Yunning whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.

A sly smile curled upon Loviator’s lips, her cold, sinister demeanour intensifying. She didn’t think that it would be this easy. There was no one more vulnerable than a scorned woman.

"I can offer you the means to make him gravel at your feet and love you to death. He will regret his decision to abandon you and kneel before you begging for your forgiveness."

The goddess extended a slender hand, offering Yunning a solution to her heart’s desires. "I can grant you revenge, dear Yunning," Loviator whispered, her words dripping with malice. "Help me get my hands on Eling. In return, I shall bestow upon you a love potion of immense power."

Yunning hesitated, her heart torn between vengeance and love. Could such a potion really make King Luo love her once more, to have him kneeling at her feet, begging for forgiveness?

The room seemed to darken further as Loviator’s smile widened, her presence becoming even more oppressive. "Imagine, Yunning," she hissed, "King Luo’s eyes filled with regret, his heart consumed by love for you. He will be yours, forever under your spell."

Yunning’s longing for her lost love seemed to overpower her senses, blurring the boundaries of reason. The idea of holding power over King Luo, and making him pay for his betrayal, was an intoxicating temptation.

But even in her moment of weakness, a sliver of doubt flickered in Yunning’s eyes. Was this truly the path to happiness? Would revenge bring her the love and fulfilment that her heart sought?

As the silence stretched on, Loviator’s eyes narrowed, an air of impatience enveloping her. "Choose wisely, Yunning," she warned, her voice laced with darkness beyond measure. "The offer stands, but the consequences of your decision will forever shape your fate."

Yunning’s heart pounded within her chest as the weight of her choice settled upon her shoulders. At that moment, she understood the magnitude of the decision before her. Whether to embrace vengeance or to seek a different path, one that transcended pain and anguish.

The room held its breath as Yunning’s hand slowly reached out, her fingers trembling. She could almost taste the lure of revenge, the bittersweet promise of the love potion.

Ensnared within a web of anguish and longing, Yunning’s mind faltered under the weight of Loviator’s proposition. The goddess promised her a love potion, a potent elixir capable of reigniting King Luo’s dormant love for her. A mere drop of this potion would render him powerless to resist, his love transformed into an all-consuming obsession.

Immersed in the allure of an opportunity to regain King Luo’s adoration, Yunning’s moral compass wavered upon a precipice. She hesitated, grappling with conflicting thoughts of guilt and longing. But at that moment, seduced by a twisted hope, Yunning made her choice, accepting Loviator’s offer without a trace of remorse.

Her decision sealed an unholy pact with the embodiment of pain, forging a dire alliance that would forever alter the course of their lives. Loviator, pleased by Yunning’s unfaltering resolve, revealed a malevolent smile, its wickedness blossoming within the despair-laden room.

But little did she know, the consequences of her actions would weave a tapestry of chaos, entangling more than just the fates of King Luo, Eling and her.