Theo’s Palace
Theodore was standing on the balcony, his ring-cladded fingers curled on the iron rails as he stared at the orange hues sprawled in the sky in a daze.
He couldn’t believe that he touched Jasmine and not just touched; he made a move at her. A move that could take their relationship to another level. The thing which Jasmine always wanted.
Damn.
He let out a shaky breath when that intimate moment flashed in front of his eyes. The way he plunged his fingers and fucked her virgin mouth. He let lust overpower his senses and got carried away just like that. Where was his self-control? Just how could he let Jasmine affect him so much?
Heat rushed to his neck and crept on his cheeks recalling that intense night. It was so deep and passionate. Her soft petals felt like cotton candy, he wondered how would they taste? And how that seductress sucked his thumb, the emotion was deep and raw that made him go insane.
He wanted to feel it again.
His eyes abruptly shot open. Theodore stumbled back in shock as reality struck him like a whiplash.
“No, NO, NO!!!” He murmured and banged his fists on the iron rails. Just how could such a reprobate thought cross his mind? Grabbing his hair, he pulled them in frustration and screamed at the top of his lungs.
“HOW COULD I?? URGG!!”, Screaming, he started looking here and there when his eyes landed on a flower pot.
“Theo?”
A sweet voice rang echoed from behind but today it didn’t have the power to pull him towards it. Theodore turned behind only to meet with his culprit watching him with a concerned look on her face. That sight itself oiled his anger.
Jasmine flinched when she noticed his blazing eyes with a tinge of hatred shining in them. She knew the reason behind his anger but before she could console him, his anger exploded.
“Theo, I-AH!!!”
Her heart jumped to her throat when Theodore grabbed the flower pot and threw it near her feet. She staggered back in shock and looked at him in horror.
“STOP CALLING ME THEO!! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO CALL ME THAT!!ALRIGHT?”, he bellowed and prowled towards her. Jasmine let out a shrill cry when he grabbed her throat and slammed her back on the glass door harshly.
Jasmine gripped his wrists, her hazel eyes turned watery, “T-Theo, please, i-it’s not my f-fault.”
She tried to string words but what she failed to understand was that her endearment was only riling him up more. Theodore tightened his grip on her slender neck and lifted her making her tremble.
“I SAID STOP CALLING ME THAT!! IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT? YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR RUINING MY WHOLE LIFE!! YOU, PATHETIC OBSESSED WOMEN, YOU RUINED EVERYTHING, MY DREAMS, MY HOPES, EVERY FUCKING THING!!
Growling, he pushed her away making her fall to the ground.
Tears slid down her cheeks like an endless waterfall. But the moment his words registered in her mind, her temper flare-up. Jasmine craned her neck and shot him a glare.
“You touched me last night, alright? I didn’t come to you. It was you who seduced me and took advantage of me. Yes, I admired you but I never begged you for any intimacy. So, blame yourself instead of unleashing your wrath on me.” She spat. She was fucking tired of facing everyone’s hatred and shouldering the blames. Yes, she was mean and tricked Theodore but that doesn’t mean she would go on carrying the burden of his mistakes when she was innocent.
Theodore was stunned by her response. Jasmine kept sobbing as she was shattered by his cruelty but her eyes widened when his lips twitched in a lopsided smile. Theodore swatted his cape with his hand and crouched down to her level.
Jasmine stared at him with anticipation but she was startled when he cupped her right cheek in his palm and wiped out her tears with his fingers.
“You’re right. It’s my fault. Then it’s my responsibility to make it up to you, right?”, he spoke gravely. Jasmine frowned but her world shattered when he removed a gold finger from his right index finger and threw it on her face.
“Not enough?”, Theodore asked when he saw her perplexed face and removed more rings and threw them at her.
“Here, take them also. I think it will be enough for one night.” He rasped and flashed her a diabolical grin. Jasmine remained rooted on her spot. She couldn’t believe she fell for such a despicable man.
Theodore then stood up and stared down at her. He felt a pang in his chest when he saw her broken expression but blindsided by rage, he brushed them away. Pushing his hair back with his fingers, he then turned around not before slicing her bleeding heart.
“No need to cry. It’s your reward for pleasuring the King.”
With that, he left.
A whimper escaped her lips as a tear trickled down her cheek. Staring at those ornate jewels with blurry eyes, she grabbed them and threw them away, and burst out in loud sobs. Jasmine continued crying her heart out remembering his harsh words. He treated his own wife like a slut, and paid for pleasuring him. She isn’t a whore; how could he stoop so low? Till yesterday he was raging at George who manhandled her, treated her wounds like a caring husband, comforted her, and enkindled a hope inside her heart. She saw the light at the end of the tunnel but today he also covered that up.
Slowly her face morphed into rage. The tears that she had shed for Theodore had ignited a fire of vengeance in her heart. Suddenly she felt a scorching pain in her chest. Looking down, she saw a golden pendant that was strung in a gold chain emitting a golden flame. She removed it and stared at it with blazing eyes.
“This would help you communicate with me. When a golden flame oozes from this ring, that means I am calling you and when you have to speak to me, remove this pendant and rub it against your palm, I will get the signal. But don’t communicate in open, make sure to use this ring when you are alone.”
These were the last words that Zachary had said to her before she left to marry her Prince Charming.
Her lips stretched in a sad smile. She sacrificed her only family Rose for this day, to get paid for pleasuring her husband.
Enough is Enough.
Her hazel eyes turned darker. Jasmine clenched her jaw and glared at his golden rings strewn all over the floor. She gathered them in her right hand and closed her fists. Seething in rage, she closed her eyes and within no seconds, those golden rings turned into ashes.
“You don’t value my love, right? I can tolerate anything but not character assassination. Today you crossed all limits of brutality. If you can’t tolerate my love then fine, let me become a subject of your hatred.”
Jasmine grated out and stood up. Wiping her tears harshly with the back of her palm, she rushed to the door and bolted it. To make the room darker, she closed all the windows and covered them with heavy silk curtains. When the room turned enough dark, she walked to the corner and mumbled a spell so that no one can enter her room.
The room soon got draped with a green flame. Jasmine then opened her eyes, removed the locket, and slightly rubbed it against her right palm. The same golden light oozed from it and covered the wall in front of her.
Putting the locket aside, Jasmine shifted her eyes to the front and smirked.
“How can I help you, Demon King?”
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