Love Addiction: Doting On My Love by Wendy

Chapter 0081

“Remove her from here!”

Lucius finally commanded, his voice low, not glancing at Violet but directing his words to George.

“Take her down to the cellar!”

Violet found herself being cast into the cellar, where the temperature plunged well below freezing.

The chilling conditions brought back memories of her first day at the Imperial Palace, where she had also

been in such a cold environment, waking up to a similar bitter cold.

She pondered if she might succumb to the cold, or perhaps faint and wake up to a past reality where

everything was peaceful–where Oliver was still asleep, and Emily’s voice remained intact. A time when she

could look forward to sitting by Oliver’s bedside, talking and singing to him.

A sad smile formed on her cracked lips, the severe cold having drained them of any moisture.

She no longer felt the cold, but just quietly closed her eyes.

Outside the room, Lucius, visibly disturbed, picked up a wine glass from the table and rubbed his forehead.

George approached him, looking concerned, and hesitantly informed him, “Ms. Agatha has fainted.”

Crash!

The sound of shattering glass echoed as Lucius crushed the glass in his hand, red wine splashing.

“Master Lucius!” George exclaimed, shocked by his reaction.

Lucius turned, his brow furrowed in annoyance. “Didn’t you tell her that compliance would grant her freedom?”

confirmed, but hesitated to

Lucius urged, sensing there

to hardship. She endured daily labor under the hot sun without complaint. Likely, even the threat of death won’t

do you propose?” Lucius asked, clearly agitated by this.

Master Lucius can

stormed out

consciousness, Violet found herself back in her own

with her fingertips and toes aching as if she were being

a stark reminder that she was indeed still

+15 BONOS

a cycle of enduring Lucius’s cruel manipulations. A grim smile

opened, and

glance before turning her head away, her resolve strengthened by her

She no longer feared

observing her delicate figure wrapped in blankets. Despite her

and again, much to his frustration; he had

back his

a stubborn woman, I should just choke her,” he

you a billion to have the

the most generous sum, one

ignore him and

tossed Violet into the swamp long ago if

think it’s too little? Name your price,” he snarled,

one of calm defiance, tinged with sarcasm. “I don’t want your money, and I won’t bear your

“Agatha!” he exclaimed.

lives. Why not

to fight for her life.

doing precisely

seemingly resigned to her fate, closed her eyes once more, resting on her own

remember? If you please Grandma, you can leave. Right now, the only way to make her happy is to have a child. Give birth, and you’ll be free to

wish.”

and her chest heaved.