Hopefully, at Your Mercy - Chapter 0
Chapter 1.1
<Prologue>
“Lady Delinda! Have you truly betrayed me? How could you commit such a shameless act behind my back…?!”
She noticed a bulging vein in Count Duwell’s neck. Unable to control his emotions, his face contorted, looking nothing but repulsive.
Delinda glanced back and forth between the two men standing before her. One man’s face was flushed red in anger, while the other stood observing the situation with an indifferent expression.
Delinda first fixed her gaze on the trembling man.
Count Duwell, her fiancé. Sorry—soon-to-be ex-fiancé.
How could the man who had always mocked her and whispered sweet nothings to another woman, make such an accusation?
Did he really think she was unaware of his infidelity?
[Have you truly betrayed me?!]
Those were words he didn’t have the right to utter.
Delinda let his misunderstanding pass as just that, offering no explanation or defense.
If her fiancé, Count Duwell, felt deceived and humiliated, she was more than happy to leave him to his misconceptions.
A faint smile played on Delinda’s lips. And as her smile deepened, the man who had been observing them slowly approached.
“Delinda.”
His voice was a low whisper as he called her name softly.
The very man who had been mistaken as her “paramour.” Despite the situation, he remained expressionless, also offering no explanation or defense.
“Have you really betrayed your fiancé?”
There was no emotion in his seemingly gentle question. What could be his intention behind asking if she had been unfaithful, especially when he was labeled as the “other man?”
When she hesitated to answer, the man slowly lowered his head, locking eyes with her. His piercing gaze seemed to delve into the trembling depths of her inner thoughts.
“If you haven’t betrayed him yet, then perhaps you can start now.”
“…Pardon me?”
He lowered his head, bringing his lips close to her ear, their bodies close enough to share warmth. He whispered a secret proposal.
“Take me as yours.”
Delinda took a step back in confusion.
His large hand shot out to grip her arm firmly, refusing to allow any more distance between them.
The gap between them closed again, and their bodies were drawn together once more.
This time, he lifted her chin with his hand, capturing her deeply in his crimson gaze.
“Surely… I’ll become your most prized possession.”
“…”
His steady voice sounded friendly and captivating. But to her, it came across as arrogant and coercive.
Delinda couldn’t find any words to respond. Her lips trembled with tension.
…Could this be a trap?
Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she averted her eyes. It was too much to bear the bright glow of his eyes in the darkness.
The flickering madness hidden within those red eyes.
She was well aware of that madness.
Grand Duke Iskan Anagrok.
A noble descendant of the Barkyan Empire and the slaughterer who ruled over the land of demons.
For he was the one who had attempted to kill her once before.
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