Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 245: Midnight Intruder

Chapter 245: Midnight Intruder

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"Why on Earth did you go down there??"

Carmela was at the verge of erupting at the Demon who was seated in his library, the glowing crystal placed on the table before him. Unlike Carmela who seemed to be in the middle of a quick rampage, the demon sitting at the table appeared nonchalantly calm.

His closed eyes eased with content, and his fingers drummed rhythmically on the surface of the table, the other, settling on his cheek, his elbow propped on the table.

He seemed to be absorbed in his own world, giving zero percent of his attention to Carmela’s continuous nagging. All he could think about was the face of his wife he had seen, his gorgeous wife, his one and only goddess...and all these years, the many decades, centuries that has passed, it felt impossible to bring her back but somehow, that useless Muzan had turned out useful, since he is the reason his wife had been reborn to Earth.

Nothing about her has changed, she looked exactly the same, like his goddess Sierra.

"You nearly ruined everything all because of your stupid possession to that human orb! Are you listening to me?" The irritating voice of Carmela snapped him out of his peaceful daydream. Opening his eyes, they visibly narrowed with a flash of fury, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Carmela, his fingers wrapping around her neck as he slammed her onto the wall, but he didn’t use force– mainly to avoid damaging her weak spine.

Carmela could feel the air being knocked out of her lungs, and the anger in his eyes had frightened her to the extent she could no longer speak. Her gaze displayed her fear, and when his obsidian-black eyes penetrated into her own, she almost let out a frightened squeak.

"Don’t you ever," he growled, intentionally taking a pause, "tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. If this disrespect repeats itself again, forget about speaking, I won’t spare your vocal cords." Releasing her neck so she could breathe, he scowled at her figure before he angrily stormed out of his library, leaving the woman to painfully gasp for air.

Carmela watched his figure retreat from the library, and her body shook when doors slammed after his exit. Rising to her trembling feet, Carmela was awestruck since this would be the first time he dared lay his hands on her, but the aura he emitted a few seconds ago– he would have killed her.

Was this the man she married or someone else?

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In the kingdom of Aragon, the days passed with all sorts of activities taking place, both in the Chevalier Palace, and the Kingdom of Aragon. Samantha’s day had been occupied, and the only time she got enough moments to lay her head and rest was at midnight, but when it got to her Fourth day, she always woke up to a strange presence in her room– at first she believed it was her imagination tricking her, but right now, it was starting to creep her out.

All the rituals went well, and Lucinda had been a helping hand, including Lucy who had shown up, just like Lucinda had assured her she would. Even with Lucy’s presence, the physical sensation of someone in her chamber did not leave, and when she indirectly asked Lucy if she felt anything strange last night, her responses were always the same.

"Maybe your mind isn’t accustomed to the new environment yet." She said, and Samantha would have believed it, actually, it made sense. But then again, she has slept here once, and she didn’t feel like this.

When night came, Lucy had gotten her ready for bed.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to stay over?" She asked, noticing the worry on her friend’s facial features. She knew Samantha was having difficulty sleeping at night, as she sensed there was someone watching her. Infact, she had volunteered herself to stay awake and see who was bothering her friend when she was supposed to be having her beauty sleep, but there was no one.

"I am fine." Samantha shook her head slowly, masking her unease with a smile. "You have done so much for me, I think I will fare well on my own tonight. There was no one in my room, and maybe you are right about the environment thing. You should get some sleep."

"Alright." Exchanging smiles, Lucy finally left Samantha in her chamber.

Before climbing her bed, Samantha made sure to confirm that her windows and doors were locked. Pulling her blanket over her body, she gazed at the ceiling, and for safety purposes, she slept with a mini-sized dagger for protection. She had decided to leave her candelabras burning tonight, and after feeling safe, she closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Halfway through her slumbers, a sudden noise jolted her awake, whilst her eyes instinctively snapped open as she blinked. A gasp escaped her lips as she pushed herself up, her hands already reaching for the dagger under her pillow. Merely grasping it and feeling the blade gave her some comfort, and her eyes quickly scanned the room to detect where the sound was coming from.

Her instincts, which became sharper, picked up on the unusual sound coming from her window. It was a faint, almost eerie scraping sound, as if someone was trying to get inside. Fear pricked her skin, and she knew she had to act quickly.

Could it be her midnight intruder??

With the blade clutched tightly in her hands, Samantha slipped out of the extravagant canopy bed. Her bare feet barely made a sound as she tip-toed on the marble floor. Her rich, blue midnight gown flowed like water as she glided towards the window.

Just as she poised herself to strike, the window slowly creaked open. Her body tensed, hands ready to attack the one who had been messing with her nights, but before she brought the blade down, a familiar silhouette came into view, one that made her heart skip a beat.

Ivan was cautiously climbing in through the window, but his eyes widened upon realizing he nearly met her blade.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

Samantha’s defensive stance shifted into confusion, and when she realized she wasn’t hallucinating his presence, a wave of relief washed over her.

"Ivan?"

She lowered her dagger, her lips curling into a mixture of surprise and awe at his presence. She took a step back when he entered her room using the window, and it had left her dazed to see a King sneaking in, most especially Ivan himself.

"You’re... here?" Her big round eyes blinked in disbelief at his presence. He straightened up after adjusting the simple outfit he had put on.

Samantha’s eyes never left him, and her burning Candelabras illuminated the young man’s features when he lifted his head to meet her green orbs, and her face instantly brightened.

"Ivan!"

She immediately rushed into his arms, embracing him as he effortlessly lifted her, her feets no longer touching the ground. He twirled her around in his embrace before setting her down, and when Samantha tried to speak, he quietly hushed her.

"Shhhh... I’m not supposed to be here." He hinted at the excited woman whose expression froze in momentary confusion. When his words finally sunk in, she let out a soft gasp before darting her gaze at the window, then at him.

"You snuck here??!"

"What did you think? I had to come." He explained as quietly as he could, and when his eyes raked over her, he immediately felt alive and unlike the being whose soul had been separated from his body. Unable to stop himself, he pulled her into his embrace again, and Samantha couldn’t hold back a chuckle when he hugged her tight. She could tell from his embrace how much he missed her without having him utter the words himself.

"I thought I’d lose grip of myself if I didn’t see you."

"But Aunt Lucinda, everyone will be upset if they find out what you did." She reminded him of the consequences when they pulled back, and he didn’t seem to care.

"Well it’s either this unless they are satisfied with me being a dead man. If they hate it they can carry a shovel and dig the ground, then bury themselves alive."

"But you scared me!" Samantha wrapped her arms around him, "I thought someone was breaking in. How did you even climb all the way here? This is the top floor, the highest chamber, and the guards... What did you do with the guards?"

Moving away from Ivan, Samantha went to her window and looked below. Her pupils dilated to see Alistair and Tobias standing in the midst of unconscious guards, and they waved at her upon sighting her up the window.

"Knocked them out cold." Ivan explained as he joined her, "by tomorrow, they won’t remember a thing. I promise, none of them were harmed."

"What happens now?"

"You’re coming with me." His eyes twinkled as he closed the distance between them, "you, and me, we’re leaving, but only for tonight."

"We cannot act like this, what if someone notices?"

"No one will notice, I made sure of it."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing." He smiled innocently, "come." And he swept her off her feet.