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?”

did,” George confirmed, but

sensing there was more to be said.

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

asked, clearly agitated by

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

out

herself back in her own

still feeling the aftereffects of the cold, with her fingertips and toes aching as if

a stark reminder that she was indeed still

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enduring Lucius’s cruel manipulations. A grim smile crossed her pale face,

opened, and Lucius stepped

fleeting, indifferent glance before turning her head

She no longer feared

observing her delicate figure wrapped in blankets. Despite her fragility,

to his

fought back his urge to

should just choke

you a billion to have the child.”

the most generous sum, one that no

ignore him and

him. He would have tossed Violet into the swamp long ago if it hadn’t been for Regina’s fixation on this

you 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.

“You’re always quick to threaten lives. Why not just return me to the cellar, or toss me

had no desire to fight for her

had considered doing precisely

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

soft whisper reached her ears, “Don’t you remember? If you please Grandma, you can leave. Right now, the only way to make her happy

wish.”

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