The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 307: can’t a monster fall in love

"Get Aurora to investigate Sabrina everyone she had contacted since Abrielle started stealing funds. Also, find out if any member of the royal family had contacted any mercenaries recently. It doesn’t matter if she ran away or was kidnapped I will find her."

It didn’t matter how she left, he knew he was going to find her. She wasn’t dead she could not be dead.

"I will relay your instructions, your highness." Evelyn bowed, and Cedric nodded. The maid was about to leave, her fist clenched. "I am sorry my negligence caused this. I should have paid more attention I had no idea, she..." The rest of her words were stuck in her throat. The air felt heavy. His face was calm but she knew better

"Apologizing doesn’t change the past, just focus on the task given to you," Cedric said as he walked past her. Evelyn felt deflated, he was right.

She watched him leave, trying his best to keep it together. They all knew even though no one spoke of it out loud. It wasn’t because she was the nightshade and her political Importance that was making him lose himself slowly.

It wasn’t that, it was something she never expected from her master. The truth was that he loved her, maybe a bit too much. He loved a woman that wanted nothing to do with him. He was ready to risk it all.

Maybe it would be better if he just let go of her.

It was dark, sky rumbled and echoed through the halls as it rained outside. This year the rainfall has been more than recorded last year during the sprint.

His lonesome footsteps echoed, the air feeling stiffening around him. He approached his door and the guard paid their respects to the first prince. Cedric didn’t spare them a glance and marched in

As soon as the door closed, the guard eased up. It felt like a heavy cloud had been hanging on the castle since the spring festival. They say the mistress was kidnapped and the prince wasn’t handling it well.

Everyone at the seaside castle knew their masters were not the perfect couple. There was always this tension around them but this time was different...

Cedric sighed and then marched up to the mirror. His hand unbuttoned his shirt. A smirk graced his lips, he stopped to stare back at his reflection. Did she see him as a monster after all these months? He asked himself.

He pulled off the shirt tossing it on a nearby chair before it took off his mask. The obvious dark circles lay under his eyes. It was the first time he had them, not even after fighting days straight on the battlefront. He had never been this stressed. It never made him feel like he was losing his mind.

Cedric was aware he wasn’t the average human. He has secrets. Some he understood, some he didn’t. To himself, he was still a mystery. Maybe he was too much for her. What changed? He wondered.

Cedric always asked himself why the supposedly obsessed daughter of the Nightshade family ended up despising him so much. Her personality shift never made sense to him or all the secrets.

Why was she that desperate? He knew he was at fault; he was always the one at fault, but that was fine. He was ready to hear her out to fix himself. If only that was possible.

If he never finds her, he has nothing to remember her by not even a single painting. They never got the chance to. "Did she run because of Eleanor?" He muttered.

But that wasn’t enough; if Eleanor was the case, she didn’t have to run. Even without asking he would have helped her. She didn’t have to ask in the first place.

Someone once said his face was as charming as an angel. What was the need to have such a face when it could not keep the one thing he wanted? He knew she wasn’t dead; he could feel her existence very subtle, far yet close.

It aches, he was hurting. Why did it hurt so much to lose someone who never cared about him? Someone who saw him like a monster. "You are a fool, Cedric." He chuckled and then walked up to the bed. He sat at the edge bowing his head

His laugh rang out, it was melodic yet sad. He was stupid he knew why, he knew from the start but when exactly did it start. Was it when she foolishly tried to poison him? Curiosity turned into obsession then slowly into something that felt foreign to him.

He loved her; he was hopelessly in love with her, but she didn’t. His laugh dried up. Does it matter if she doesn’t love him? She was going to pay for making him this way. "I will find you and drag you back. Keep you on a leash just as I promised. Pray I don’t find you because if I do, not even death can help you this time around. " He swore to himself.

It was a promise one he hoped he could keep.

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The rain poured heavier through the night. Eleanor sat by the fireplace having a glass of wine. She was celebrating her victory. She didn’t have to kill the annoying thing to achieve her goals.

Rebecca hated Cedric and was moving the court against her son-in-law. Everything was perfect. It was time that the bastard paid.

The only thing she regrets was not killing his mother before she gave birth but it was fine. Soon he would be a thing of the past. She raised the glass against the light and then twirled it slowly.

Before bringing it to her lips, enjoying the aroma as she took slow sips. Wine tastes better when you are happy. She giggled.

There was a loud knocking sound on the door breaking her moment of joy. "Get the door." She instructed the maid who was serving her. She wondered who it was at this time of the night.