Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 406 406: Sylas Trauma

~Louis Mansion~

The mansion was unusually quiet. Maids and servants tiptoed about their duties, careful not to draw attention, and even the butler carried himself with unease.

Every corner of the house screamed of tension and caution. No one wanted to step into the limelight and risk being lambasted by the furiously unstable Sylas.

The past four days had left them with terrible memories of night times.

Unlike those nights that had Sylas sitting in the sitting room watching TV, going through the news and sometimes making business calls; night time was now riddled with fear and trepidation, weaving the house into tension.

Some of the staff had also resigned with the changes that had left the house feeling as though they had been plunged into the scariest haunted house.

Worst was the fact that the dominant, cold and powerful Sylas Louis had gradually become a shadow of himself, he now teetered on the fine thin line of sanity and insanity.

At one point he was calm and the next you found him mumbling nonstop and incoherently to himself… sometimes in a low soft voice, at other times he would be screaming.

At some point, he ran out of his bedroom as though pursued by ghosts and at other times he cowered beside the foot of the bed or the sofa in the living room.

There were nights he fell to his knees, kowtowing, muttering apologies while sweating profusely.

But if anyone dared to and possibly tapped him, the haze would suddenly clear, and he would see himself in an undignified and embarrassing state.

Ashamed and enraged, he would storm back to his room or fire the unlucky witness on the spot.

Worse than his erratic behavior were the voices. The Incoherent, inconsistent, relentless voices that seemed to follow him everywhere; sometimes in soft whispers, sometimes chuckles, sometimes eerie laughter.

No matter their tone, they pushed him closer to the edge of insanity.

They mocked him for his evil. They replayed his past conversations, twisting them, taunting him until he dared not close his eyes. Sleep became impossible.

he heard them too. The man always shook his head, with a shrug he would tell

With him being the only person seeing and hearing the voices, he

relief. The torment only grew heavier with psychological torture that gnawed at

Sylas would never

sun sank into the

suffocating dread crept into his chest, fear clawed at his bones, he had

it mildly, his night time had totally taken a different turn… moving from the peaceful night rest to a fierce life of battles with ghosts…wars fought not against flesh, but against the

he would be left utterly drained,

to drive him to madness, he had instructed his subordinate to get into contact with

calm, his bloodshot eyes proof of sleepless nights. On the side table lay a half-empty bottle of wine

stood stiffly just a few feet away from him. His

movement, Sylas picked up the glass of wine and took a sip. His gaze was

a brief while he studied him. He quietly took in

help but wander

has gone wrong? the subordinate

boss really gone

to seek a psychiatrist rather than a

silence of the sitting room. "Am I now

heartbeat pause briefly and resumed again, his gaze lowered as he took a deep breath. "No, Sir," he

eyes narrowing at him before he lowered it. "No… but why do I feel you are afraid, keeping

truth remained he wasn't entirely scared of him but having been at his side for a long time, he had begun wondering if his wrongs weren't now catching up on him…finally

his silence, Sylas exhaled deeply. "Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore." He

already surprising he was still willing to remain with him when his counterparts had already left

didn't matter, whenever he was able to get through these troubling times, they would come crawling back

his lips

able to schedule the

wasn't able to convince him." His tone dangerously