I was still reeling from the fact that Leon was in love with me.
It was hard to wrap my head around. Leon had manipulated my feelings to get me into bed, and I let it happen. To make it worse, he was already dating the Princess of the Bethlan Kingdom. He knew that and still slept with me. And if that wasn't bad enough, he had Gabrielle and Irene wrapped around his finger, fucking them too, even though he had a girlfriend.
While all these thoughts were racing through my mind, my phone buzzed. I stepped outside for a moment to check it. It was a message from my father. I bit my lip as I read it.
"Even after I left his damn house, he's still trying to dictate my fucking future," I muttered, a growl escaping through clenched teeth, my fingers tightening around the phone.
How dare he? After kicking me out and barring me from his house, he was still finding ways to control me, making me do what he wanted. I never wanted to be some agent for the administrators, yet here I was, working for them. This wasn't the life I chose, and now, here he was, pushing me to do something even more ridiculous than before.
He wasn't even ashamed to call it an "order from the Head of the House," like I was still part of that damn family. Screw him!
I deleted his text and headed back to the house. That's when I heard it...
"Huh?" I turned my head, hearing someone speak. There was a guy standing there, looking confused, staring at me like he didn't know what to make of me. His eyes were wide, filled with confusion. I didn't recognize him either.
There were a few other guys with him, watching the exchange.
"Hey, Philip, that ain't your wife, is it?" one of them asked.
"No," the man who had been eyeing me finally growled, his voice low and irritated. "Maybe she's just a visitor. How dare that woman have visitors at a time like this?" His jaw clenched, teeth grinding together as anger flickered in his eyes.
"Ack?!" His eyes bulged as he gasped for breath.
Instantly, the other men whipped out their firearms, barrels aimed at me.
I didn't flinch. I didn't care. Their guns meant nothing to me. "What did you do, exactly?" I asked, my voice cold and steady, as if the threat of death was nonexistent. "Tell me now, or I'll snap your fucking neck."
"K-Kh?! What the hell is this kind of strength?!" Philip gasped, his voice strained as he clawed at my hand, desperately trying to free himself from my grip. But he couldn't. He had no idea how strong I really was.
"Tell me..." I growled, squeezing his throat harder, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers tense and strain.
"Y-You guys! Help me!" he wheezed, his eyes wild with fear.
"If any of you even think about pulling those triggers," I warned, not bothering to look at the other men, "I'll snap his neck and then yours, too." My voice was icy, cutting through the tension like a blade. "Now, what did you do?"
Philip let out a strained grunt, his face reddening as my grip tightened, the lack of air making him wince in pain. He was on the verge of suffocating, but I wasn't going to stop—not until I knew what he had done to Grace.
"I-I only shared her!" he finally choked out. "I was just being a good friend!"
Shared. Share? Share what? But I knew. I knew exactly what he meant. He shared her body with these men.
He let them use her.
The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and my vision went black.