Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 148: Pour out her heart

Chapter 148: Pour out her heart

Lucian jerked back and looked at her face in disbelief. He couldn’t believe she had used magic when he’d warned her against it.

Though he had suspected the rain last night had something to do with her, he had thought she had done something unknowingly as she always did, but it turned out she had done it purposely to cure Selene’s maidservant. He’d heard from Zane that the girl was unwell and resting in the doomed palace; he’d also heard that she was one of the suspected spies in his palace, whom he intended to take care of after the ceremony. But Ave had gone to risk her life for such a person.

Lucian didn’t know why he was angry, but he was. He was so mad he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Lydia tomorrow itself after he interrogated her. Because if Ave had been caught, he didn’t even want to imagine what would have happened to her. Magic was greatly forbidden in their lands to the point that if someone was caught using it, everyone associated with that person would be killed or exiled from the land if they were tested not to be witches with enchantments.

Gripping her shoulders, Lucian shook her repeatedly as he said through clenched teeth, "Why don’t you ever listen to me Aveline?! Didn’t I warn you not to do anything that would end up giving you away as a witch? Do you have any idea what would have happened if anyone had caught you doing it?" He scolded, displeased, as he fought down his anger. He was angry, but he didn’t want to release that anger on her, not when she was in a condition like this. But he would on Lydia; he surely would.

And as expected of someone who wasn’t in their right senses, Ave yanked her shoulders away from his grip and slapped his neck—not a light slap but a resounding one that made Lucian freeze and feel the sting of it.

"Don’t shake me like that; it’s making me dizzy." She warned as she glared at him, while he glared back at her with darkened eyes for daring to hit him like that. "Why are you glaring at me? Yeah, I used magic, what’s it to you? Yes, I stole a spell book from your library because I wanted to go back home. How is that your concern? It’s not like I even belong here..." She grumbled under her breath, and Lucian who’d heard her, couldn’t help the slamming of his heart at the revelations that slipped out of her.

She had taken a spell book from his library? When? he wondered, and then it hit him. She had walked into the library when he was there, and he’d seen her drop a book. But because he trusted her—or perhaps she was good at schooling her expressions and intentions—he had thought it was one of the novels she’d said she wanted to take, and he hadn’t bothered to look at it or even suspect her. But it turned out she had outsmarted him—not to mention, he had been worried about her bleeding palm then.

The fact that she had outsmarted him was the least of his concerns. It was her words, that she had taken it to go back home, that knotted his chest and made him mad. She wanted to leave; she wanted to return to the future and leave him behind. He had known that she seemed to miss her time, but he hadn’t expected her to want to go and even risk her life using the spell book.

Lucian felt his chest constrict at the thought of her returning and then Selene coming back. He had wondered for some time now why she had been here, and if Selene’s soul was in her own body. But the thought of it had always left him disoriented and mad—that a day would come when Ave would be gone.

Not once had he wanted to entertain those thoughts, but now that he heard from her that she wanted to go back home, he couldn’t help but imagine it. And the imagination of having that traitor of a woman back, a woman who had not only slept with his brother and gotten pregnant, but had even been heartless enough to kill the child, made his blood boil and his possessiveness towards Ave intensified.

He didn’t want Selene, and he would do anything in his power to make sure her soul never found its way back to this body. If Selene were to ever come back, he was afraid he’d kill her himself.

Looking at Ave, where she had her head down and her lips pursed like she was in deep thought, Lucian cupped her cheeks and made her look at him. "Tell me, how did you end up here? What did you do before you found yourself in Selene’s body from the future?" He questioned gently. Though he had come to know of Ave, he had never asked her what had happened and how she ended up here. The only way to avoid her going back the way she came was by knowing how she arrived.

Ave’s expression looked thoughtful for a while before she began to tell him, "I ended up here after I was pushed off the stage by Victoria. Have I ever told you that a woman who looks exactly like Selene is in the future and is a total bitch?!" She inquired, but she didn’t even allow him to reply before she angrily continued to speak. "That bitch pushed me off a high stage because I won an award for my acting!"

Lucian realized she must have ended up here at the same time Selene had fallen out the inn window that day he caught her with Caelen. If a woman with Selene’s face had pushed her, it explained why she wouldn’t want to be in this body.

"Tell me about your life in the future. Everything about it from when you were little." He whispered softly as he stared down at her with a tender expression. He would like to know what made her want so desperately to return when, from her words, she didn’t have a loving family just like him. She’d lost her mother, and she’d never said much about her father apart from the fact that he married another woman whom she didn’t consider a mother.

Ave, completely influenced by the effects of whatever she’d been fed, smiled bitterly as she gazed at Lucian and then looked away, her gaze turning distant as she couldn’t seem to recall any pleasant memories worth sharing.

"My life in the future...well, I grew up being raised by a nanny in our big estate. Did you know, the Eamon estate is so big that one can’t walk around it in one day?" She asked with a laugh as she stared at him.

Lucian shook his head. "No. Is it as big as the main palace?" He questioned, his eyes looking into hers while he noticed how she seemed to be sweating, her face flushing with each passing second. He raised his hand to move the strands of hair that had fallen on her face away as she continued to say,

"Not as big as the main palace, but almost. I used to think I was the luckiest girl to have been born into such a wealthy family until I realized there was nothing to feel lucky about when my own father..." She trailed off, her lips quivering. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as if to stop herself from crying, her tear-filled eyes looking down, away from Lucian. She shut her eyes tightly, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. She clenched her fingers around a handful of his front shirt as if battling with an inner demon that threatened to make her break down and let her walls of emotion completely collapse.

"I hate him so much...I want him to suffer, I want him to feel humiliated, I..." She cried out, breaking out in full sobs. She dropped her face into her palms and cried into them, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Lucian, who wasn’t used to having any woman cry before him, looked confused for a moment before he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a protective hug, his hand moving up and down her spine to console her. For some reason, he was beginning to piece things together with that drawing she had made that day. He didn’t like where his thoughts were going, but he couldn’t be certain it was exactly what he feared.

"Why do you hate him so much, Aveline?" He questioned with a voice so gentle it would melt even the hardest stone. He didn’t know where this side of him came from, but he never thought he could be this gentle toward anyone—not even when he thought he liked Selene. His coaxing voice seemed to work; she slipped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest as she began to tell him everything.

The more Lucian listened, the angrier he felt. She told him how she would be sleeping in her room, and he would walk up to her at night after he returned from his late-night work. Lucian didn’t know he was holding his breath from the rage that coursed through his veins and throbbed in his heart until he almost suffocated from lack of air.

"...he would guide my hands into doing things I had no idea what they were. I was so young, so little. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I didn’t like doing it. I hated him, and I still do. He disgusts me so much. I can still recall how he’d call me a bastard and not his own blood. He would backhand me across the mouth whenever I cried and refused to touch him.

"I tried to tell someone at school, but he was so rich that everyone worshipped him and wouldn’t believe he was capable of doing such a thing. Instead, they ignored me and threatened to put me in detention if I didn’t stop my absurd stories. It happened every single night until the day he got married again, and then when I tried to tell my stepmom what James, her husband made me do, she would punish me and make me wash the toilet, saying I was lying..."

Her crying voice turned emotionless as she said,

"I hated her as well since then. She was already with her first child when she married James, and then they had another baby, she was spoiled rotten by them. They both suited each other and made my life hell. I couldn’t take it anymore when I turned seventeen, and then I decided to run away one night in the rain. It was pouring so heavily, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make a name for myself and become as rich as James so I could get back at him and his family. They hurt me so much, I stopped caring about people altogether...

"Nobody believed my stories when I tried to tell them, so I made myself indifferent and uncaring to everyone around me and did as I pleased. I talked as I pleased and didn’t care who I offended. Now tell me, why wouldn’t I want to go back home to deal with those who had caused me pain?" She questioned as she finally moved her head away from his chest and gazed at his face, where his expression had turned murderously dark. "I have every reason to want to go back home Lucian. And nothing is going to stop me. Nothing!" she said with a resolve and determination Lucian had never seen in those blue eyes before.