199: THE NIGHT HUNT

THE NIGHT HUNT

The girl wearing a white nightgown was tall with light tan skin and shiny brown hair. Her timid eyes had brown pupils.2

She looked exactly like the woman in the temple who killed herself.

Lord Alexander scanned her up and down and the corner of his lips lifted in satisfaction.

"Come… Joana…"

The girl, whose name was not Joana but she had to act like one, shivered as she heard him.

Her heart sensed a pang of pain when he called her by someone else's name. Even so, she didn't express it. With shaky legs, she stepped forward and stopped in front of him.

Lord Alexander reached out and pinched her chin. Then, he raised her face and turned her to the candlelight. The yellow candlelight illuminated her face.

He admired her face a little longer before devouring her lips. Her lips were so soft and kissable.

He groaned and deepened the kiss. His hands undressed her without hesitation.

The girl shivered as she felt his touch on her bare skin. Her body started to react to his fingers.

He pushed her to the bed and caressed her entire body.

"Joana…" he whispered the same name.

The girl trembled as he did so. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you think you are doing?" he coldly chided. "This is not how Joana would react. She would look at me lovingly." He grabbed her face tightly and ordered her, "Now, do it."

It pained her when the man she gave her heart to didn't see her for who she was. He was looking for someone else in her.

He just needed her shell.

That's all she could offer.

Even if she gave him her heart, he wouldn't notice. He wouldn't care. He wouldn't bother.

She was taken from her poor family and was offered a luxurious home. She and her family would eat and sleep without worrying about money.

The only thing she had to do to keep things as they were was to serve the Lord who offered her food and shelter.

She had to learn about a certain woman. She had to act like her. If it was to eat or sleep or talk or walk, she must do exactly like that lady who was no longer on the earth.

She had to change her voice. She had to change everything about herself.

She had turned into a different person, the person her employer needed.

Night after night serving him, she fell in love with him.

It was a mistake.

Because of that, she became greedy. She felt every minute was a living hell.

She fell in love with a man who called her by a name that wasn't hers. He wanted her to be someone who she wasn't.

Sometimes, she wished to go back to what she was. She wished for no more luxury.

But, she simply couldn't turn back time.

She had no power to do that.

This man was just too powerful.

He dived deep inside her. He felt warmth. He sniffed and smelled a familiar smell.

He found happiness. He was at ease. That was her, his Joana. The woman who was supposed to be his.

He always dreamed to be with her just like this. But in the end, she betrayed him.

She gave herself to some street dog and became pregnant.

The anger and hatred he felt back then had known no bounds.

That's why he punished her.

Thinking of that, a creepy smile crept on his lips.

He heard her moans and soft gasps. He sped up, thrust with all his might, going deep inside. He passionately called her name and firmly embraced her sweaty body.

'She is mine. Mine for eternity. I will not give you to anyone. You are bound to be tied with me for eternity.'

After he was done, he got up from the bed.

She knew that her time was over for the night.

'Why? Why does it have to be her? She is your cousin! Your blood!'

She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She lowered her head helplessly and put on her clothes before walking away.

The door was closed from behind. Lord Alexander took his wine glass and sat on his chair.

"You are the most disgusting person I've ever met in my life. Even the King of Synetia is far better than you."

A voice stated from the dark.

Lord Alexander didn't seem to be fazed by this voice of unknown origin. He seemed rather relaxed. It wasn't the first time he had unwanted visitors in his room.

He smirked. "Heh, so you support a man who wants to marry a woman of his child's age?"

The unknown person mocked, "At least he never lusted for his blood-related cousin."

Lord Alexander didn't smile anymore. "Who are you? Show yourself," he demanded.

The person came to the light. The black figure was completely covered. He had two swords on his back. The person took off his mask and revealed his identity.

Lord Alexander let out a sigh as if he failed in a game. "Ahh… I thought you were dead. My men really did some sloppy job. I'll deal with them later."

Felix shrugged. "They did the best they could. They couldn't just outsmart me, that's all."

"Shall we see how smart you are?" Lord Alexander tried to stand up but his head spun. He was dumbfounded. "What…."

Felix stayed where he was. "Sorry, you can't move. I added a drug in your wine before you entered the room. It's the best one you can find in the town. I'm surprised that you can still stand. You are in good shape."

'This guy was here from the very beginning and I didn't sense him?' Lord Alexander realized that Felix wasn't like the past assassins he killed.

He forced a laugh not to show his nervousness. "Peeking on one's lovemaking, you sure are uncouth."

"Not as uncouth as you." Felix drew his blade and pointed at him. "Tell me, was Joana's death simply a suicide? What did she know?"

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