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Story: The Alpha King’s Bride
“Hannah, you said you saw me murder your father three years ago. Is that true?” I asked Wyatt, my eyes glittering. “Wyatt, I think I’ve found a way to clear my name!”
The sound of dripping water cut through the deathly silence like a blunt knife, deafening and aggravating one’s nerves at regular intervals.
The guards on duty opened the prison door for me, and I only then noticed Rhett in the electric chair.
The silver chain that had shackled me was now bound around his neck, gleaming menacingly in the dim light. I could see the wounds on his body; he appeared to be doing much worse than I had while serving my sentence.
When Rhett saw me, his eyes brightened with hope. “Mira, have you come to save me? I knew you were the only woman who loved me! Hannah lost her mind and aborted our child while accusing me of murdering her father!
“I’ve been imprisoned here and tortured since. I’m going insane as it is. You’re the only person who has come to see me. Get me out of here, and I promise to make you my wife!”
I sneered at him and asked, “Who do you think helped Hannah identify her father’s killer?”
It was me. After hearing what Hannah said the other day, I realised her version of events didn’t add up: I hadn’t killed her father, but she spoke as if she had witnessed the murder.
Not long after, I suspected Hannah had witnessed the murder scene, so I had her examined by a witch doctor, who discovered she had been hypnotised into believing I had killed her father.
When she was freed from the hypnosis, the truth emerged.
When Hannah blacked out during her father’s murder three years ago, she regained consciousness to discover that Rhett had killed her father. Enraged, she threatened to press charges against him, but he held her down and had someone hypnotise her, forcibly altering her memories.
More importantly, I had an alibi on the night of the murder; many eyewitnesses saw me in the bazaar that night, but Rhett had gathered several powerful figures to place a gag order on those witnesses, preventing them from speaking out for me.
It took Hannah three years to realise that the man she’d loved and lived with for so long was her father’s murderer. Despite her arrogance, Hannah loved and respected her father.
Furious, she disposed of the baby she had shared with Rhett and confronted the judicial elder.
It was because of her that everyone in Duskhollow realised Rhett was the real murderer, and I was finally able to clear my name.
When Rhett heard the whole story, he was furious. “How could you do this to me, Mira? You used to love me! How could you allow me to suffer like this?”
I snorted, “You’ve only been in here a month, and you think you’re suffering?” I lived here for three years, Rhett! You persuaded me to go to jail for you, but then abandoned me when I was finally released.
“You had your friends degrade me and disrespected my father’s sacrifice! You destroyed all that was left of my father, and now you expect me to still have feelings for you?”
I snarled at Rhett, “You deserve to rot away like this, Rhett. I’m merely returning the hell I endured in prison to you sevenfold.”
Panic settled within Rhett as he begged, “No, I can’t stay here. I’m the beloved youngest member of the royal family! I cannot be deemed a criminal! Mira, you have to save me. Please! I’m sorry!”
As the guards closed the door, I cast a final glance over my shoulder at Rhett before walking away without looking back.
Following my visit to Rhett’s holding cell, I stopped by to see his friends, who were far worse off. They were castrated and subjected to corporal punishment per my orders. And now the wretched trio was shackled to the corner of their dungeon cell, barely hanging on for survival.
I felt satisfied seeing them in such bad shape.
The sound of dripping water cut through the deathly silence like a blunt knife, deafening and aggravating one’s nerves at regular intervals.
The guards on duty opened the prison door for me, and I only then noticed Rhett in the electric chair.
The silver chain that had shackled me was now bound around his neck, gleaming menacingly in the dim light. I could see the wounds on his body; he appeared to be doing much worse than I had while serving my sentence.
When Rhett saw me, his eyes brightened with hope. “Mira, have you come to save me? I knew you were the only woman who loved me! Hannah lost her mind and aborted our child while accusing me of murdering her father!
“I’ve been imprisoned here and tortured since. I’m going insane as it is. You’re the only person who has come to see me. Get me out of here, and I promise to make you my wife!”
I sneered at him and asked, “Who do you think helped Hannah identify her father’s killer?”
It was me. After hearing what Hannah said the other day, I realised her version of events didn’t add up: I hadn’t killed her father, but she spoke as if she had witnessed the murder.
Not long after, I suspected Hannah had witnessed the murder scene, so I had her examined by a witch doctor, who discovered she had been hypnotised into believing I had killed her father.
When she was freed from the hypnosis, the truth emerged.
When Hannah blacked out during her father’s murder three years ago, she regained consciousness to discover that Rhett had killed her father. Enraged, she threatened to press charges against him, but he held her down and had someone hypnotise her, forcibly altering her memories.
More importantly, I had an alibi on the night of the murder; many eyewitnesses saw me in the bazaar that night, but Rhett had gathered several powerful figures to place a gag order on those witnesses, preventing them from speaking out for me.
It took Hannah three years to realise that the man she’d loved and lived with for so long was her father’s murderer. Despite her arrogance, Hannah loved and respected her father.
Furious, she disposed of the baby she had shared with Rhett and confronted the judicial elder.
It was because of her that everyone in Duskhollow realised Rhett was the real murderer, and I was finally able to clear my name.
When Rhett heard the whole story, he was furious. “How could you do this to me, Mira? You used to love me! How could you allow me to suffer like this?”
I snorted, “You’ve only been in here a month, and you think you’re suffering?” I lived here for three years, Rhett! You persuaded me to go to jail for you, but then abandoned me when I was finally released.
“You had your friends degrade me and disrespected my father’s sacrifice! You destroyed all that was left of my father, and now you expect me to still have feelings for you?”
I snarled at Rhett, “You deserve to rot away like this, Rhett. I’m merely returning the hell I endured in prison to you sevenfold.”
Panic settled within Rhett as he begged, “No, I can’t stay here. I’m the beloved youngest member of the royal family! I cannot be deemed a criminal! Mira, you have to save me. Please! I’m sorry!”
As the guards closed the door, I cast a final glance over my shoulder at Rhett before walking away without looking back.
Following my visit to Rhett’s holding cell, I stopped by to see his friends, who were far worse off. They were castrated and subjected to corporal punishment per my orders. And now the wretched trio was shackled to the corner of their dungeon cell, barely hanging on for survival.
I felt satisfied seeing them in such bad shape.