Why were they taking her to his room? If he was so revolted by touching her then why does he need her in his room? This man is so unpredictable but whatever it is, she understands it carries nothing good for her.She was dressed in a simple white robe with her hair loosely tied in a ponytail. Her wrists were chained and her mouth was still sealed. Her broken fingers were temporarily healed but they still hurt. She was having severe fatigue in her whole body but still walked with a straight stance as if she wasn't on the threshold of collapsing.They passed through different dark alleys of the manor before finally reaching their destination. She stood in front of the massive door, recalling what she saw inside when she went in for the first time. The guard standing behind Megara pushed her forward, telling her to keep walking as they all did not proceed inside the room.With her heart thudding in her ears, she slowly walked inside the room. Clenching both of her hands in fists when she
Pure hatred.He had pure hatred for her.When love turns into hatred it does nothing but ignites a fire that cannot be ever extinguished. Megara gulped the lump forming in her throat as a gasp left her lips, tears blurring her sight once again as she clenched her chest tightly. The feeling of her guts getting twisted and crushed had her toes curled in endurance.She kept her gaze on the floor, she was no longer kneeling but sitting on the red carpet with her hands on the carpet. The sound of moaning and skin slapping against each other disgusted her and made her feel sickly nauseous. She can't believe how shameless these people were. She heard nothing from him but the woman beneath him kept crying in pleasure, speaking sinful words to the point one was annoyed and disgusted. He harshly put his hand on her mouth, shutting her annoying cries as he railed her to calm himself.But the pain he felt in his chest was gut-wrenching making him act even more beastly. He darted his gaze toward
"I wish I never met you." He said and stared at her while she stared back at him, boring holes into each other. The past flashed within one eye. It was beautiful yet painful. One wants to recollect it but is also very reluctant."You were a coward who stepped back before even taking a step ahead." He said and she finally lowered her gaze, resting it on his chest. She tried to twist her ankle out of his grip but he only tightened his hold. All of a sudden he yanked her forward, her eyes almost left their socket when she found him between her legs, her ankle was almost raised near his face, forcing her to lay back on the red carpet. Her breath hitched when he shifted himself between her legs, her ankle still raised by him. Wasn't he disgusted by touching her? What is he doing now? She looked at him, both in anger and shock. Her jaw twitched as she raised her other leg to hit his face but he grabbed it on time as well.The chains around her wrists suddenly started to move on their own
Leaning against the cold wall, fenced in like an animal, one could only think of evading. Megara sat in the corner of the prison, her wrists still chained but this time there was no seal on her mouth. With her hazy gaze, she absentmindedly stared at the lantern hanging in the corner of the dungeon. Her white robe was completely torn off by him from the back, and with nothing proper to cover herself, she had to grab the dirty blanket laying in the dungeon to cover herself.Her right shoulder was throbbing in pain and so was her neck.Why did he bite her?Whatever it was, he looked like a wild animal chewing on his prey.With a painful grimace, she closed her eyes and recalled his past self. His past self...what was he like? What did they have in between? All of those memories and that happiness and pure intentions between them, everything was destroyed by her.She chewed on her lower lip to stop her cry. The lump forming in her throat felt exceedingly unbearable, she felt suffocated s
"Today, I will show you guys around," Marco let out as soon as they walked out of the hall. Master Rowan stayed inside the hall as he had to meet other masters as well. Inhaling a deep breath, Megara quickly shook her head in denial while twisting her arms. "I'm tired, let's rest for a while and you can show us around later at night," Megara said and everyone agreed. Sitting for so long had their butts numb. "Fine, let me show you guys your rooms," Marco said and excitedly led everyone to their respective rooms. He was pretty energetic even after being on a voyage for so long, maybe because he was home.Being at home is another kind of satisfaction that Megara never truly had because home is with family. Marco led everyone to their respective rooms. At nightfall, all three of them were led by Marco to explore the sect. He showed them the sect classes, and training grounds and then later guided them through the market, taking them to one of the best restaurants in the denomination.T
"Master is calling me? Why?" Megara inquired while wiping her sweat away. She stood between Evenor and Agnes. The day was Friday means Saturday lessons will be lesser than other days and Sunday will be off. The disciples were just done with their first round of training lessons and were having a break for an hour."You already forgot? Such a loose case you are. You missed more than half of your second-round training lessons yesterday. When we asked where were you? You didn't answer us, so the master seeks you." Marco said and folded his arms on his chest by the time he stopped in front of them."Is it a big deal?" Megara asked, a tired expression plastered on her face. "We can't deliberately come late or take off. Where were you to be exact? When I came back you weren't under the tree." Agnes asked and Megara sighed. That boy was rehearsing in bushes and his skills were terrible. He probably didn't want anyone to see him. So exposing that little boy is not something Megara would do.B
She stared down at him. His breathing was heavy as he kneeled on the ground with one knee. The back of his hand wiped the blood oozing out of his nose which almost broke due to Megara's strike. His skills were truly bad but also weren't bad at all. She stumbled back while breathing heavily. The boy wasn't bad at all. He just needed a little more attention. His father...why does he not hire a personal instructor for his son? He is very persistent in making him leave his dream and attain the throne. Why not hire someone to train his son as well?The other two boys have long completed their fight and gone away. These two are still fighting. As she said, he isn't good at martial arts. He is all beaten up but he is still not letting her win, he looks very desperate to win. She is perplexed by his desperate behavior to win. Seeing his behavior she deliberately held back for some reason. His eyes kept flickering toward their left side, she couldn't help but slowly slide her gaze toward her
"You fought him?" Megara asked Agnes in shock. "Yes, she did. You missed the drama yesterday." Marco said while tapping his fingers on the table. They sat outside the restaurant, under the open sky, waiting for their breakfast to arrive."Yes, I did. He is from the Shu Clan. He was getting on my nerves because I accidentally spilled my wine on his clothes. Fine, it was an accident, why exaggerate it?" She asked and Evenor clicked his tongue."He wasn't exaggerating. You were drunk." Evenor said and Agnes shrugged. "I don't care, it's his fault," Agnes said and both the men quickly shook their heads. "Everyone saw it with their eyes. It was your fault. You started it. That poor boy...if Blossom was there she would have smacked you in the head for embarrassing us. They didn't dwell on the matter because they saw me." Marco said in a scolding tone. Agnes' cheeks turned red in embarrassment and guilt. "Fine, I admit it was my fault." Agnes let out."Ask for his forgiveness," Megara said