The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 442: Don’t give your world to me

Chapter 442: Don’t give your world to me

There was a condition. Abrielle’s mind could already think of several possibilities. "Don’t rush into conclusions," she warned herself, then asked:

"What is his condition?" she asked, sitting by his side. She noticed how his body tensed up slightly as he sat. Moving around was painful for Cedric, but he was used to pain and knew how to mask it perfectly.

"I have to wed the princess. That is his condition," Cedric stated. Abrielle’s breath hitched, her head lowered. So that was what things had come to. Maybe it was selfish and a complete disregard for his feelings, but it was the best. It was for his own good.

"It’s not the worst situation. If that will assure your success, you should wed her. I’m fine with it." Cedric froze, stunned by her reply.

Abrielle stood, averting her eyes from his questioning, stunned gaze. His eyes had pain hidden beneath. He was hurt by her words, but they didn’t have a choice.

"It’s not the worst situation," Cedric scoffed at her.

Her hand clenched. Even if saying this was hurting her, she had to stand her ground. "He’s just asking for a marriage. Having multiple wives isn’t rare, and this is a marriage that would assure your victory, Cedric. He isn’t asking for half your territory or for Dacronia to swear loyalty to him. He just wants a simple marriage."

She spoke out and watched him break before her. She didn’t want to see him this way, but she couldn’t let him die because of her. She was never meant to love a man like him. Cedric had suffered a lot—made a villain from birth.

Even if this world was different from her book, a part of her still hurt, blaming herself for his life. She was never meant to love him, and the best she could do was make the hard decision for him.

"You want me to be with another woman. Doesn’t your heart hurt in the slightest to give your husband away? Or do I really not occupy the smallest space in there, Abrielle?" he asked her, but she refused to look at him. She knew if she did, her resolve would be broken.

"I don’t love you, Cedric. You shouldn’t sacrifice everything for a love that is impossible." She said, each word ripping her inside out. A tear rolled down her cheek. Abrielle turned away, facing the door to hide the way her lips trembled.

"That’s a lie. I refuse to believe it," Cedric argued. He managed to stand up, ignoring the pain and the way his leg shook.

The pain from the curse lingering in his body burned through his veins, but it didn’t stand a chance against the pain in his bleeding heart.

He saw the look in her eyes—the way her face eased up and how she relaxed in his arms like it was her home. It wasn’t fake. He was her home, and she was his—he always wanted to come back to her.

He reached out for her trembling hands, and everything paused. "Please don’t ever say that. I will never take in another woman—not for the world, not for my life," Cedric declared.

Her heart squeezed. "That’s not the Cedric Von Drakkar we all know," she muttered. Cedric heard her clearly. This wasn’t him. He was a very logical person and knew this was what was best for him. Unfortunately, whenever she entered the picture, all his logic was thrown out the window.

"You don’t have to love her to marry her. You can just use her as a pawn like you treat everyone. No one matters in this world but you," she voiced out. That was how he normally thought. Cedric had originally married her because she was an important pawn.

Now he had a better pawn. Why was he hesitating? "I don’t want to hurt you by having you see me with another woman," he said.

"But you will die, Cedric. You’re dying, and we both know it. Even standing right now feels like hell. We need to get the curse out of you—we need their help," she barked, her voice breaking. The tears continued to roll.

He was being unreasonable. "I’ll find another way. If the worst comes, I would rather die. That way, you’ll finally be free. After all, since you hate me, you won’t cry at my death."

Her heart grew cold and firm. He had made up his mind, but she wasn’t going to let him. Abrielle yanked her hand from his and walked forward, still avoiding turning around.

"I won’t cry when you die, just like another woman being by your side won’t matter. I always hated you—that’s why I was so desperate and careful. Stop being foolish and accept the truth," she said, then paused.

"A villain like you never deserved love." She added, then finally turned around to face him. Her resolve was firm; no pity or remorse lingered on her face after spitting out those words like daggers.

He knew she was lying, but it still hurt. How could she bring herself to say those words? Abrielle was determined to burn whatever bond they had, while he was ready to burn everything to a crisp to protect the bond—no matter how small it was.

Cedric stood emotionless, staring blankly at her. "Even when you try to hurt me, it doesn’t quell my love or obsession. I would still love you, even if you’re the one who drives the dagger into my heart and smiles as I die," he said, then stumbled back, his head growing light.

A cough escaped his mouth, blood spewing from both his lips and nose. His legs gave out, and Abrielle saw the strongest man she knew collapse like a fallen tree.

"Cedric!!!" she screamed, rushing to catch him before he hit the ground.

He was burning up, and his gaze was distant. Cedric kept coughing out more blood. She felt something wet drenching her dress. Abrielle glanced down to realise his wound was bleeding again.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!" she cried out, confused about what to do. Cedric didn’t hear her—he was already being pulled into darkness.