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    Softly, she whispered, “Don’t be scared, little one. Mommy will make sure the bad man is gone. Gone forever and ever!”


    Though her speech spilled forth in fractured whispers, the fire in her eyes zed unmistakably—a silent, searing indictment as she stared down the King.


    The King stood a sword’s span from the woman, his gaze a smoldering brand, unyielding, as though time itself had stilled beneath the weight of their silent confrontation.


    A sneer danced at the edge of his mouth, cold and taunting. “Decades have bled away, yet even madness hasn’t dulled your loathing. Tell me, was his grip on your heart so absolute that it outlived even your sanity?” As his final words hung in the air, his eyes deepened into voids, shadows swirling with the faint, unsettling glint of madness. He lunged, his hand mped around her wrist like a vise, wrenching her into the orbit of his searing re.


    Her body thrashed against his grip, terror pooling in her eyes. A wild, animal panic spilled into every frantic breath, every desperate twist of her limbs. Her limbs iled in a storm of desperation, fists and feetshing out as she shrieked, “Leave! Now!”


    The woman’s eyes were ovee with terror, hatred, and insanity all at once. It was as if her very being was being consumed by madness. The longer the King stared at her in this state, the angrier it made him. To quell his frustration, he held her face with one hand. A single look into his eyes was enough to convey the depth of his rage.


    Tightening his grip on her face, he growled, “You’d better behave yourself if you don’t want me to kill your child!”


    At the mention of the child’s life, the woman froze. She immediately hugged the “child” tightly and backed into the farthest corner of the room. Needless to say, she was terrified of the King.


    Seeing her cower like a frightened animal only ignited the King’s anger. He tightened his hold on her face once more. “Why do you love him so much? He’s already long gone, and so is his child! Why the hell do you keep cherishing them?”


    The King had done so much for her—he’d given her everything she wanted, waiting for years to earn her affection. But in the end… it had amounted to nothing.


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    Once more, the woman didn’t respond. She simply retreated further into herself, pushing away from him.


    This simple action pushed the King to the brink of frustration. He rushed forward, snatched the pillow from her arms, and mercilessly threw it aside. The pillow rolled across the floor, finallying to a stop in the corner of the room.


    Seeing the pillow discarded like a ragdoll caused the woman to scream in panic. “Eek! My baby! Don’t you dare touch my baby!” She dove toward the pillow.


    Before she could take another step, the King grabbed her arm and pulled her backward.


    She was no match for his strength. He easily threw her onto the bed.


    Not a secondter, the King was on top of her. He had given her everything over the years, but even now, in her insanity, she still couldn’t forget that wretched man. The fact that she was still struggling and rebelling against him only fueled his rage.


    Ovee by fury, he leaned in and kissed her.


    But just as he did, desperate and driven by anger, the woman bit his lip, preventing him from taking full advantage of her.


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