The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 407: Izaak’s Past 7

Chapter 407: Izaak’s Past 7

"I think we need to stop seeing each other for a while," Roseline said softly, her voice tinged with frustration. "Last night, I was nearly caught because of the bruise you left. I told you to be more careful."

Brandon’s brow furrowed as he clenched his fists. "I don’t understand, Rose. How much longer do we have to hide like this? It’s been five years already. You promised you’d find a way out, but we’re still stuck in the same place."

Roseline sighed, her eyes reflecting a mixture of guilt and helplessness. "Izaak refuses to take the throne, and that’s what’s holding me back. As long as he won’t step into his role, I can’t risk separating from him. I thought that becoming Queen would give me the leverage we need, that it would make things easier. You know how much I love you, Brandon," she added, her fingers gently tracing the curve of his jaw. "For you, I even... I even terminated the child I was carrying for Izaak."

"Yes, I know," Brandon said. "What I don’t understand is why your hatred for Prince Izaak runs so deep. Do you really think that if he were to find out about us, he’d spare us? This is the fear that gnaws at me every single day. Despite our luck so far, the danger remains ever-present."

He brought Roseline’s hand close to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles. The gesture was meant to offer comfort but also to emphasize his concern.

Roseline looked away, her expression a mix of anguish and defiance. "I wanted to be in love with him," she began, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

"But in the early years of our marriage, he avoided all forms of intimacy with me. It was as if I was invisible to him. And then, there’s the fact that he’s murdered three of his previous wives. The thought that he might turn on me next has always terrified me. He often speaks of them with a cold detachment that only adds to my fury. But what enrages me the most is his constant suspicion. He’s never truly understood me, never grasped what I need or desire. His lack of empathy and understanding makes everything worse."

Brandon cupped Roseline’s face in his hands and kissed her gently, his touch both soothing and reassuring. "Calm down, Rose," he murmured between kisses. "I can wait for you, no matter how long it takes. The truth is, I love you more than my own life. Your happiness means more to me than my own."

As his lips brushed against hers, he conveyed his deep affection and unwavering commitment.

Roseline, her eyes fluttering closed, wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. A soft, contented smile curved her lips. "Brandon," she whispered, her voice barely audible but full of sincerity. "I love you." The warmth of her words, combined with the closeness of their embrace, conveyed the depth of her feelings and the solace she found in his love.

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In the evening, Roseline entered the chamber, only to be greeted by complete darkness. Her voice held a trace of irritation as she murmured, "Where are the servants? Shouldn’t they have lit the lanterns by now?"

As she moved forward, her eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light, and she noticed a flickering glow coming from the far end of the room. Pushing aside the heavy curtains, she stepped cautiously toward the source of the light and saw Izaak lounging in an armchair, his posture relaxed and almost casual.

"Your Highness," Roseline began, her tone tinged with concern, "why didn’t you ask the servants to light the lanterns and candles?"

Her question was cut short by a sudden, startling sound. A knife whizzed through the air, grazing her cheek before embedding itself in the wall behind her. The sharp clank of the blade hitting the stone wall echoed through the chamber, and the knife clattered to the floor, its metallic sound contrasting sharply with the silence that followed.

Roseline’s heart raced, and she froze, her gaze locked onto Izaak, who remained unmoved in his chair, his expression inscrutable.

"Oops! I missed the target!" Izaak’s voice, laced with a twisted amusement, cut through the tension in the room.

Roseline’s eyes widened in terror. "Your Highness, wh-what are you doing?" she stammered, her fear palpable. "How could you—" Her question was abruptly silenced as Izaak’s hand closed tightly around her throat, his grip fierce and unyielding.

"Five years," Izaak growled, his face darkening with rage. "For five years, you’ve been deceiving me. Roseline, you’ve proven to be a thorn in my side rather than the beautiful flower I once thought you were." His eyes, now a menacing shade of red, bore into her with a fury that made her heart pound with dread.

The realization hit Roseline like a jolt— Izaak had uncovered her affair. Desperation surged through her, and she tried to push him away, her mind racing to escape to the Queen or the King, hoping they would intervene and save her from Izaak’s wrath.

But Izaak was faster. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back with a sharp tug that made her cry out in pain. "Ahhh!" Roseline screamed as she was forcefully shoved against the wall, the impact sending a jolt through her body.

"Why?" Izaak’s voice was a roar of anguish and fury. "Why did you kill my child? Why didn’t you tell me about it?!!!" His screams echoed through the chamber, a raw expression of his betrayal and heartbreak.

"Too bad, Roseline," Izaak said coldly, his voice laced with contempt. "You shouldn’t have cheated on me. You should have told me you wanted to separate. Just like those three before you, it seems you were after the throne, not me. I wish you had loved me the way I loved you." He released his grip on her hair, letting her slump to the floor.

Roseline turned to face him, her tears flowing freely. "You were selfish! You always thought only of yourself and never trusted me!" she shouted, her voice trembling with hurt and anger.

"Rose, shut your mouth!" Izaak roared, his face twisted in fury. "You were the one who started comforting me! Because of you, I believed in love. If I had ever suspected you, I would have discovered the truth sooner. But I didn’t! How dare you kill my child?" His hand tightened around her throat again, his grip brutal.

"Bring that bastard here!" Izaak commanded, his voice echoing with menace.

Roseline watched in horror as Brandon was dragged into the room. Her heart ached at the sight of him, and she shook her head desperately.

"You love him, don’t you?" Izaak sneered, shoving Roseline away. "Watch closely as I tear his heart out!"

"No! Don’t!" Roseline cried, positioning herself in front of Brandon. "Izaak, kill me instead. But spare him, I beg you. Please," she pleaded, her hands clasped together in a desperate gesture.

Brandon, tears welling in his eyes, looked at Roseline with a pain. "Rose, let me die. There’s no point in living if it means this," he said, his voice breaking with despair.

Izaak’s fists clenched tightly as he observed their display of affection. His heart, already shattered by betrayal and the loss of his unborn child, felt a deeper sting.

He realized that despite his hopes, his love for Roseline had been a mere illusion. The fourth time, he had hoped for love but found only deceit, a bigger one and agony. The finality of his resolve settled within him—both Roseline and Brandon would pay for their betrayal.

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