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

Lucius urged, sensing there was more

said, “Ms. Agatha isn’t one to easily submit to hardship. She endured daily labor under

do you propose?” Lucius asked, clearly agitated

an appeal to her desires,” George suggested cautiously. “If Master Lucius can offer

out without responding.

in her own

the aftereffects of the cold, with her fingertips and toes aching as if she were

a stark reminder that she was indeed still

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of enduring Lucius’s cruel manipulations. A grim smile crossed her pale face, which only highlighted her sense of defeat

opened, and

fleeting, indifferent glance before turning her head away, her resolve

ordeals. She no longer feared him.

approached the bed, observing her delicate figure wrapped in blankets. Despite her

his frustration;

back his urge

should

pay you a billion to have

generous sum, one

to ignore him and

for him. He would have tossed Violet into the swamp long ago if it hadn’t

little? Name your price,” he snarled, gritting

opened her eyes, her expression one of calm defiance, tinged with sarcasm. “I don’t want your money, and

“Agatha!” he exclaimed.

roll, defiantly challenging him, “You’re always quick to threaten lives. Why not just return me to the cellar,

to fight for

considered doing precisely

seemingly resigned to her fate, closed her eyes once more,

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

wish.”

open, and her chest