Bab 40: Past ( III )

Infused with pain and abuse Lumielle had only seen the world through a lens of betrayal. The sun felt cold as her fingers toyed with one of the marble chess pieces that a young aristocrat had gifted her after she had covered up his scandal with young prostitutes. All she had to do was buy off the media. After killing a single reporter, Lumielle had become monstrous. No one dared to try and act against her. The press became her fiddle as she swept the bow against the strings eliciting such a sonorous melody.

Perhaps, the blame could be placed on her. Due to her hoisting Aris onto the throne, she had neglected Allard. She had done her best to try and meet him, but their conversation ended up in silence. Thus, she had finally cornered him.

"Aren't you disgusted with yourself?" Allard asked, his icy blue eyes looked at her with repugnance.