Chapter 122: He is no angel



The viscount stared at her in shock, his voice faltering. "No... You don't mean..."

The viscountess' face turned pale, her eyes lowered to the ground as she nodded slowly. "He... he wants power, control... and he has a taste for what others value most."

The viscount clenched his fists, the thought swirling in his mind as he struggled to comprehend what his wife was suggesting.

"But we can't just... We can't offer him that. Are you saying..." He said as his voice faltered with realization at the terrible truth of her words.

"Yes," the viscountess whispered. "He wants something far more precious than wealth, land, or titles. He wants something... that will break us both." Read new chapters at mvl

Her gaze locked with his, the reality of their situation crashing down on them. "And it's the only thing left that might save us."

The viscount's voice trembled, "But wouldn't he understand if we just told him the truth? That we're being framed, that we had no part in this?"

His eyes searched his wife's face, desperate for any sign that there might be another way to get out of this predicament.

The viscountess sighed softly. She could see the hopelessness in her husband's eyes, still clinging to the hope that the very person who had planed their downfall might somehow come to their rescue without asking for something in return.

The viscountess locked her gaze with her husband and said, "He is the one who planned all of this"

The viscount's eyes widened in shock as he stared at his wife, struggling to comprehend her words. "What do you mean? How could he be the one behind all of this?"

"Julian," the viscountess said, her voice low and filled with fear.

"He is the one who planned the entire situation. The assassination attempt to the maid's disappearance—everything."

"And now we have no choice but to make a deal with him... or lose everything."

As they opened the door, they were shocked at the sight that greeted them. Julian sat by the window with a cup of tea in his hands, completely lost in the view outside. They entered the room, their heart racing with uncertainty.

As they entered, Julian did not immediately acknowledge their presence as his gaze was still fixed on the view outside the window.

The sunlight shone on his features as it casted an ethereal glow around him and he calmly took a sip of tea.

The viscount and viscountess stood still for a moment, taking in the sight of him.

Julian looked angelic as he bathed in the warm sunlight. But the viscount and viscountess were aware that beneath that calm and divine mask that he always equipped, he was no angel or a god.

He was a devil wrapped in a mask of charm and grace. The viscountess shuddered slightly as she recalled the way he had so easily manipulated the situation to his advantage.

Julian finally turned towards them with a cold and calm expression as he spoke, "Oh, Viscount and Viscountess, welcome to my chamber."

The words were cold, and both the viscount and viscountess felt a chill crawl down their spines.

His demeanor was calm and composed, as if their presence here was of little consequence to him.

Yet, they knew the gravity of the moment. They had come to beg for his mercy, but in the back of their minds, they were already wondering what price he would demand in exchange.

Would it be just body or would it be everything they ever held dear?

The viscount opened his mouth to speak, "My lord, Ju—" but he was immediately cut off by Julian's voice.

"Viscount, please, have a seat," Julian said as he gestured towards the chairs across from him.

The viscount and viscountess hesitated for a moment, before they sat down.

He took another sip of his tea, as his eye locked with the trembling viscount and viscountess.