Chapter 669: Bite Him, A Lifetime of Pain
Lord Augustine’s attack was merciless, instantly crippling his right leg. This was his first encounter with the man—a devil in human form. He writhed in agony, howling on the ground. Lord Augustine showed no sign of stopping. A sinister smile curled his lips. “You probably don’t need this left leg either, should I disable it for you now?” He intended to cripple his left leg as well.
“Lord Augustine, please don’t!” Anabelle rushed over, hugging his waist tightly. “Don’t hurt Brother Marcus. I know I was wrong. I’m sorry. I’ll go back with you now. You’ve already crippled Marcus’s right leg. If you disable his left leg too, I won’t forgive you.”
Only then did Lord Augustine stop. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. “Take Marcus back to me!” he ordered.
Two black-clad bodyguards dragged Marcus to Allura’s room—his first time seeing the legendary bridal chamber prepared for Anabelle. He was dumped outside the door. Anabelle’s eyes were red; she wanted to approach him, but Lord Augustine’s glare silenced her. “Madam Augustine, don’t provoke me again. Dare to take a step forward, and try it!”
Anabelle remained motionless. Lord Augustine gestured toward the master bedroom. “Go inside.”
Anabelle looked at him. Lord Augustine raised an eyebrow playfully. “Madam Augustine, why are you looking at me like that? Tonight is our wedding night. We must finish what we started.”
“Of course, since you surprised me so much tonight, I thought I’d return the favor. How about we let your Brother Marcus lie here tonight?”
Lying battered on the ground, Marcus’s eyes turned bloodshot. Lord Augustine was a master of torment, leaving him outside their bridal chamber all night.
“Anabelle, don’t listen to him. Don’t let him threaten you. I’m fine.”
Lord Augustine glanced at him, then turned to Anabelle. “Why haven’t you gone in yet? My patience is limited.”
Anabelle hesitated before entering the master bedroom. He didn’t witness what happened, but he knew Lord Augustine and Anabelle had consummated their marriage that night. He heard Anabelle’s soft, hesitant voice—restrained, yet intimate: “Lord Augustine, it hurts… I’m in pain…” Lord Augustine replied, “If it hurts, endure it.”
His severe leg injury, untreated, led to a fever and infection, leaving him disabled for life.
Marcus snapped back to the present from a nightmare over thirty years past. He stared at Lord Augustine, elegantly seated on the sofa. “Lord Augustine, you mock my leg, but I mock your pitiful state. You can only obtain Anabelle through force!”
“Oh, really?” Lord Augustine gazed at him amidst a haze of smoke, faintly amused. “I admit, on our wedding night, I might not have been gentle; it was forceful. However, our second time, third time, and countless times afterward were all initiated by Anabelle.”
Lord Augustine’s tone slowed; a suggestive smile played on his lips. Marcus’s face paled.
“Lord Augustine, you’re speaking nonsense. It’s impossible. Anabelle would never initiate it!”
A faint smile touched Lord Augustine’s lips. “Did Anabelle not inform you? After your leg was injured and you were hospitalized, I spread the word. No hospital in the capital city dared to accept you. You could have died from the infection.”
“I intentionally leaked this information to her. After our wedding night, I was angry. I didn’t go home for many days, deliberately ignoring her. When she knew about your condition, she obediently called me. If I didn’t answer, she came to the company.”
“Our second time was in my CEO’s office. I sat in my chair, and she sat on my thigh, looking at my face carefully. To please me, she used her limited skills, endured the shame, unbuttoned her clothes, and kissed my neck…”
Marcus’s pupils contracted; his hand clenched into a fist. “Enough, stop talking!”
A low laugh rumbled from Lord Augustine’s throat. “Can’t take it anymore? Marcus, stay away from her. She’s not what you imagine. Do you know how precious she is? For all those years, I kept her in Allura’s room, providing her with everything she needed. What about you? Are you capable of providing for her?”
Marcus felt utterly humiliated. He could never defeat this man.
“Lord Augustine, even if you’ve had Anabelle’s body, you’ll never have her heart! You broke her wings and imprisoned her in Allura’s room. You’ve manipulated and abused her. You probably never expected that she would jump out of the gilded cage you provided and bite you hard.”
“Lord Augustine, you’ll never encounter another woman as aloof and passionate as Anabelle in your lifetime. She’s on par with you, the most beautiful woman in the capital, radiating elegance and grace. She gave you her most fervent love and left you with the deepest pain—a pain that will haunt you for the rest of your life.”
Lord Augustine’s hand, holding a cigar, stilled. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Anabelle had bitten into his heart—a pain that would last a lifetime.
Augustine Family’s annual party. A hurried private secretary approached Elvis and whispered, “CEO, we just received news. Your mother-in-law and mother went to the club to find your younger brother. They were caught by CEO Robert and General Augustine in a compromising situation. Everyone has already dispersed.”
Elvis, “…”
What? His mother-in-law and mother went to the club to find his younger brother? Three black lines appeared on Elvis’s forehead.
“CEO, the party has reached the climax. It’s time for your first dance. You can go on stage now and draw the lucky number card to choose your dance partner.”
Elvis pursed his lips, temporarily setting aside the family drama. In the party hall, Clara was surrounded by celebrities, everyone looking on with envy.
“Look, Mr. Augustine is on stage. Mr. Augustine’s first dance is about to begin.”