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?”

George confirmed, but hesitated to

on,” Lucius urged, sensing there was more

daily labor under

asked,

“If Master Lucius can offer something she genuinely wants, perhaps then…”

out without responding.

regaining consciousness, Violet found herself back in her own

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

reminder that

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

door opened, and Lucius

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

ordeals. She no longer

observing her delicate figure wrapped

to his frustration; he had been defeated each

fought back his urge to strangle

I should just choke her,” he

billion to have

generous sum, one that

remained indifferent, choosing to ignore him and close

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

think it’s too little? Name your price,” he snarled, gritting his teeth and conceding further.

tinged with sarcasm. “I don’t want your money, and

“Agatha!” he exclaimed.

always quick to threaten lives. Why not just return me to the cellar, or toss me into

to fight

considered doing precisely that.

resigned to her fate, closed her eyes

a 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 is to have a child. Give birth, and you’ll be free to

wish.”

open, and her