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 hesitated to continue.

there was more to be

to hardship. She endured daily labor under the hot sun without complaint.

propose?” Lucius asked, clearly

cautiously. “If Master Lucius can offer something she genuinely wants, perhaps

out

Violet found herself back in her own room, reclining on

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

as a stark reminder

+15 BONOS

in a cycle of enduring Lucius’s cruel manipulations. A grim smile crossed her pale

door opened, and Lucius stepped

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

no

observing her delicate figure wrapped in blankets. Despite

much to his frustration; he had

fought back his urge to strangle her.

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

billion to

sum, one that no

choosing to ignore him and

have tossed Violet into the swamp long ago if it hadn’t been for Regina’s

Name your price,” he snarled,

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

“Agatha!” he exclaimed.

a dismissive eye roll, defiantly challenging him, “You’re always quick to threaten lives. Why not just

no desire to fight for

considered doing

resigned to her fate, closed her eyes once

you please Grandma, you can leave. Right now, the only way to make her happy is to

wish.”

snapped open, and her chest