Chapter 565 Everything Is Connected

Chapter 565 Everything Is Connected

In a dark hall, where darkness clung to the stone walls like a suffocating cloak, Rebecca's consciousness fluttered back from the void.

Her vision, initially shrouded in blackness, gradually adapted to the faint glow of dark fiery light that seemed to seep from the very air around her.

Recognition dawned harshly as she realized she was back in his tower, a place that filled her with revulsion.

But her heart jolted as a flood of memories from before her collapse surged through her mind, igniting her cheeks with a flush of humiliation and her eyes with a cold, seething rage.

In a frantic motion, she looked down, her hands exploring her body, half-expecting to find remnants of her recent ordeal.

To her surprise, her skin was unmarred, the vile lettering and wetness that had marked her now gone, leaving her skin as pristine as usual.

Did that bastard actually bothered to clean her up? Ughh...she was really like a toy to him.

Yet relief mingled with anxiety; she was clean but not free, and the memory of the filthy town and its pigs was fresh in her mind.

Swiftly, she dressed herself in a spare black gown, her movements hurried and shaky.

Did that bastard bring her back here? But...what did he do with her after she was out cold? Did he throw her to those...Feeling unbridled resentment, she felt the urge to bleed him dry before finding out what he did.

But as she attempted to rise, a sharp pain shot through her, a stark reminder of the physical toll her body had endured.

"Ugh!"

With a grimace, she fell back onto the floor, realizing only now the extent of her exhaustion and the soreness that gripped her, particularly acute between her thighs.

Not only the soreness, but she could still feel an annoying heat lingering deep within her womb.

Considering the number of times that fiend filled her womb with his dirty seed, what if she gets pregnant? She didn't even take any pills yet.

Frantically, she took out a pill from her spatial root and swallowed it immediately, hoping it wasn't too late. Ever since she became his slave, she began to store these pills just to be safe.

If he ever made her pregnant, it would be better to kill herself at that point.

Just then, Asher's voice cut through the dimness, cold and mocking, "You should catch your breath since your body expelled every wisp of mana to satisfy me," he said, his tone laced with derision.

"You only have yourself to blame. You should have just told me that when I warned you, I would only ask you once. You should think twice before you speak with that hot tongue of yours. Besides, I was bound to try since the answer to my questions are in your head," Asher interrupted sharply, his scoff cold and unforgiving.

Rebecca's frustration was palpable as she let out a grunt, her voice sharp with agitation, "How...How did you know it wasn't me? You wouldn't have accused me unless that little nightshade princess told you something."

Asher's response was measured, his gaze narrow and probing, "You are right. She did try to tell me who it was, and the picture she painted greatly resembles you. But even if you talk big, you don't have the guts to kill Rowena's mother. Otherwise, you would have done it long ago."

Rebecca clicked her tongue, annoyance etched on her face, yet she offered no rebuttal, silently conceding to his point.

Asher continued, his tone growing more pointed, "And last time I remember, a Thorne doesn't have the power to cripple a person's mind, especially you. So either Kayla remembered it wrong because of her trauma, or I am missing something huge here. But I have a feeling you already know what I am missing here," he stated, his gaze piercing as he watched her reaction closely.

Rebecca averted her gaze momentarily under the intensity of his scrutiny before returning it with a cold scoff, "I told you. My memories are fuzzy. You won't get anything from me. I won't give in to your threats...ever..." Her words were laced with determination, her teeth gritted in defiance, bracing for whatever Asher might attempt next.

"The more desperate you seem to protect those memories, the more I feel as if all this is connected...especially to Oberon. Otherwise, you wouldn't give a shit if I learned about them," Asher speculated, his voice laden with suspicion, causing Rebecca to clench her fists behind her back.

Asher's observation of Rebecca's unbreakable will only made him feel more glad that she was his slave even if it was inconvenient for him at times.

Yet this meant that he will just have to keep looking for a way to find out the true mastermind.

—

Not too long ago,

In the serene beauty of one of Bloodvine Castle's lush courtyards, Silvia was ensconced on an elegant marble bench, an emblem of grace amid the verdant flora.

Her fingers, delicate and precise, played with the petal of a crimson rose, brushing it against her lips, which mirrored its color.

With a chirpy smile, she lovingly affixed the petal onto a blank page with the title 'Proof of Silvia's first kiss with her beloved'. It was a whimsical proof of a moment cherished, preserved among the pages as if sealing a pact with time itself.

She still couldn't stop giggling and beaming to herself, thinking about that warm and lovely moment she never thought she would experience like this.

The tranquility of the moment, however, was gently shattered by a voice that carried both warmth and an undeniable authority, "Silvia... Why did you cause trouble for the king?" The words floated through the air, touching down softly yet firmly around her.

Silvia's reaction was instantaneous; her eyes widened, and a gasp slipped through her lips as she stood swiftly, the book clutched to her chest.

She turned around, her movements heavy as she stood before her mother with her head lowered, "Mother...you heard everything?"