Chapter 166 Aya's First Day At The Parada Mansion



Aya's eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the soft glow of morning light that filtered through the lavish curtains of her unfamiliar surroundings. Disorientation washed over her as she realized she was no longer in the comfort of her own home.

Slowly, Aya swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool marble floor. Then Pushing aside her apprehensions, Aya rose from the bed and made her way toward the ornate double doors that led to the dining area. She could hear the faint sounds of clinking silverware and muffled voices, indicating that Fray who was supposed to have breakfast was already there.

As she entered the dining hall, Aya's eyes met Fray's steely gaze. He was an imposing figure, his tall frame, and chiseled features accentuated by a cloak of darkness that seemed to shroud his every move. Fray's presence sent a shiver down Aya's spine,

Then as she turned around, to her surprise, standing by her side, was her personal servant girl, Emma. Emma had been assigned to Aya to assist and support her in the unfamiliar palace. But despite Emma's warm smile and gentle demeanor, Aya couldn't put her trust in her, for Aya, Emma is just another member of the Parada family

With a reassuring nod from Emma, Aya Sighed inwardly the headed to the table where Fray was setting, before taking her place opposite him. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as the two sat across from each other, their minds swirling with their own personal thoughts. New n0vel chapters are published on

Actually, Aya isn't very aware of the deal her father made with this man, but her father said that for this marriage the two made a contract one of its condition is that Aya and Fray have to have breakfast with each other every day, and Aya who got a lot of warnings from her father can not violate this contract

"Mr. Parada, I know that I am obligated to have breakfast with you, but the contract didn't say anything about talking. Please, let us eat in silence," Aya replied, her voice firm and cold, a subtle challenge in her eyes.

( Aya Arezo, the one who will gain the power of the witch law, as the novel said, she weak and sensitive, but also can be very brave and challenging sometimes) Fray thought before answering " Alright "

And like this how the breakfast started it ended in deadly silence, until Fray left the room, when Aya stood at the threshold of the grand dining hall, her eyes scanning the opulent surroundings. The sumptuousness of the palace left her breathless, With Emma at her side, Aya embarked on a journey of exploration, her steps cautious yet curious. The mansion seemed to come alive as they moved through its halls, the whispers of its dark history echoing in every shadowed corner.

As they passed by portraits adorning the walls, Aya couldn't help but feel the weight of scrutinizing gazes upon her. The faces of Fray's ancestors, frozen in oil and canvas, bore an unsettling resemblance to him. Their piercing eyes seemed to follow her every move, intensifying her unease.

The occasional encounter with other servants only deepened her discomfort. Their expressions masked secrets, their whispers like haunting echoes in the air. Aya couldn't shake off the feeling that they were part of something sinister, their allegiance veering towards the darkness that surrounded Fray.

Aya's thoughts turned to Fray's family, whose presence within the mansion was shrouded in mystery. They were rarely seen, their presence felt only in the eerie stillness that hung over certain parts of the estate. Rumors of their involvement in dark rituals and their own nefarious pursuits swirled through Aya's mind, casting a shadow over her burgeoning hope for understanding.

With every room she explored, Aya's imagination conjured up images of secret chambers, hidden passageways, and unimaginable horrors lurking just beyond her sight. The mansion seemed like a living entity, each creaking floorboard and rustling curtain whispering tales of a dark past.

As Aya continued her exploration of the mansion, her footsteps echoing through the grand halls, she had an uncanny feeling that she was being watched. It was during one such moment that Aya and Emma turned a corner and came face to face with a beautiful middle-aged woman with black hair and black aues just like Fray. Advancing towards Aya with a maid by her side

"Miss, Aya," Emma whispered, "That is Lady Isabel, the lord's mother."

"..." Aya