Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

A week slipped by in the blink of an eye, and school finally began.

“Zinnia, when are you coming back?” Lydia asked over the phone.

Zinnia hadn’t shown up at the start of the new semester, making Lydia worried sick about her.

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“Lydia, I took leave and won’t be coming back for now.” Zinnia lowered her gaze out the window, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Can’t you come back anytime soon?” Lydia’s voice was laced with disappointment.

Zinnia had already been gone for two months. Lydia had expected to see her when the new semester started, only to find out she’d be away for two whole months.

“Yeah, I probably won’t be able to go back anytime soon,” Zinnia replied in a soft voice.

Nathan’s condition was deteriorating rapidly. There was no way Zinnia would leave his side.

Lydia said gently, “Zinnia, I made some homemade jerky for you. Can you send me your address? I’ve also put together some study materials. I’ll send them together.”

Zinnia had never revealed her whereabouts. Although Lydia could technically track her location, she would never use a GPS tracker without Zinnia’s consent.

Zinnia was about to refuse, but the mention of study materials made her press her lips together. “Alright.”

The moment Lydia received the address, her eyes lit up with joy.

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“Looks like your friends really miss you,” Yannis remarked as he walked in from outside, bowl in hand, just as Zinnia hung up the phone.

She’d already received several calls that morning–all of them asking when she’d return to school.

Seeing him enter, Zinnia walked over from the window and said, “Yannis, I don’t want to eat.”

When she saw him carrying a bowl, she instinctively took a step back in resistance.

“Just some apple cinnamon soup.” Yannis watched her recoil, letting out a sigh in his heart.

“No more soups, please,” Zinnia said, wrinkling her nose at the familiar sight.

These days, because she needed frequent blood draws, Yannis went out of his way to prepare all kinds of nutritious meals for Zinnia.

But after several days of the same thing, she just couldn’t stomach it anymore. She’d completely lost her appetite.

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favorite bacon for lunch,” Yannis coaxed, noticing her weary expression. He gently took her wrist and guided her to

taking their toll. Over time, Zinnia’s appetite

wasn’t an option; she had to give about 40 milliliters of

feel the effects–loss of appetite, dizziness, irritability, and constant discomfort. They were all brought

that over the past seven days, the seed hadn’t changed at all- other than sucking her blood. There wasn’t

deteriorated. He was now too weak to even get

her appetite

called softly. He scooped up some soup with a spoon, blew gently to cool it, and then held it

eat.” Zinnia turned her head away, her hand unconsciously gripping the

in the petri dish had grown to

This made Zinnia wonder if it had

skin, she couldn’t. No matter how hard

microscope, going through

minute detail inside the seed. But there

damn change!”

“Useless piece of junk,

she clenched her fists, barely able

and there.

initial changes in those first

over it now. Once Nathan is better, we’ll

barely contained rage, he gently took her clenched hand. Her

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crescent–shaped blood marks were

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been gentle and mild–mannered, but now, with no solution in sight, she was growing increasingly restless–her emotions

watched her, deep worry clouding his

“Given her condition, Zinnia must avoid extreme emotional

it doesn’t sprout soon, I’m just going to toss it out!” Zinnia

fuming–her voice tight with frustration, her

petri dish to Zinnia. The seed was indestructible anyway. If throwing it helped her vent, that

Zinnia shoved the petri dish away in frustration and then roughly yanked at her hair, pulling out several strands

just losing a single hair would have

bring herself to throw the seed away. If something terrible happened because of it, she’d regret

her distress, Yannis swiftly grabbed a long–haired stuffed animal and pressed it into her

plush toy was in her hands, Zinnia tore

it again and again. Her emotions were all

to spoon some soup into

delicate brows knitted in protest, but in the end,

stuffed animal again, tearing out more