Bride of the Serpent King-Chapter 55: Everett’s fury

Chapter 55: Everett’s fury

With just a flip of his finger, Everett turned the laptop to face him. The moment he saw the scene inside, his murderous aura burst out, obliterating everything in the office into nothing but dust. Without waiting even a second, he vanished instantly.

There was no doubt—it was destined to be a bloody day. Perhaps, if the Queen wasn’t awake yet, both the guilty and the innocent would have one more night to live.

. . .

Earlier...

Zaiyila looked at the wall where she had been tallying the number of times she had cleaned the entire hall alone. She confirmed it was the 199th time. She was so exhausted that her eyelids began to droop.

She pinched herself to stay awake and dragged her aching body to the wall to mark the count. After wiping the sweat from her face, two tears escaped her eyes.

"This is nothing. When I was still with them, I suffered more than this. I can’t let my husband hate me. I must finish it," she thought, grabbing the mop to begin another round. But her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground. "I’m feeling sleepy," she murmured, eyes closing.

Everett appeared beside Zaiyila and lifted her gently into his arms. Just looking at her pale face filled his eyes with murderous intent. He gritted his teeth—he wanted to kill someone right now.

He stood straight and his gaze fell on the record on the wall. "224 times huh, good.. very good" he commented in cold tone, his eyes were the real meaning of death.

The principal arrived at that moment. Seeing Everett, she froze, her heart pounding violently. She quickly hid, but she knew it was pointless. She couldn’t escape his notice. She didn’t even dare to breathe, and her heart was racing so fast it began to ache.

Everett was seething with rage. There was no sign his fury would calm any time soon. His beloved Queen—his everything—had been taken advantage of in her weakened state. Whoever dared to do such a thing had no right to live.

"You have just twenty-four hours to prepare a proper coffin for yourself. If not, your corpse will be fed to hungry snakes. Even if you manage to enter hell, I will hunt your soul down and lash it ten thousand times. You can deliver that message to her as well. No... her punishment will be far worse. This one is just for you," Everett declared, his gaze fixed solely on Zaiyila, yet the principal knew the words were meant for her.

Her heart, already racing, suddenly stopped—and she collapsed to the ground. Death was inevitable. Suicide seemed a better option.

Everett carried Zaiyila out to his car. Once inside, they were driven straight to the mansion.

Upon arrival, Everett gently placed Zaiyila on the bed. Carefully, he cut his wrist, removed her mask, and brought the wound to her lips, allowing drops of his blood to enter her mouth.

After feeding her enough, he stopped. His wound healed instantly. Watching her pale complexion slowly return to normal, he sat on the sofa nearby. His face remained stern, unsmiling. He stayed by her side for hours, and when it became clear she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, he stood up and stepped outside.

. . .

Early in the morning, the next day.

Zaiyila slowly opened her eyes but quickly shut them again as she adjusted to the light. "Where am I?" she murmured.

"Master!" a tiny voice echoed, startling her.

She turned toward the sound and saw Quinn floating in the air with a worried expression.

Zaiyila smiled and gently scooped her up. "Where have you been all this while? I nearly forgot about you," she remarked with a warm smile.

Quinn pouted. "I’ve been in this house the whole time, but you kept ignoring me. I didn’t get a chance to be alone with you," she reported.

"I’m sorry, little baby," Zaiyila chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"Master, allow me to enter your body. I’ve been outside too long, and I don’t think I can stay like this any longer," Quinn requested.

"Alright," Zaiyila agreed.

Quinn rubbed her eyes, yawned, then turned into a beam of light and entered Zaiyila’s forehead.

Smiling, Zaiyila pushed the blanket aside and prepared to look for Everett. But the moment she stood up, a slight headache struck her, and memories of the previous day flooded back. Her heart began racing as she made her way downstairs to find him and explain.

She found Everett sitting alone in a chair, a dining knife in his hand. His face was emotionless, and the version of him she saw now felt unfamiliar.

"The Queen is awake," Everett remarked without turning around.

Zaiyila bit her lower lip. "He must have been informed already," she thought, approaching him and standing in front of him. But surprisingly, he didn’t lift his head to look at her. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Her heart ached, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Eve, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have insulted the teacher. It’s my fault. Please don’t be angry with me anymore," she pleaded.

Everett grew even more irritated and slammed the knife onto the table, making Zaiyila flinch. "You still think you’re the one at fault?" he snapped.

Zaiyila’s whole body trembled. It was the first time Everett had ever raised his voice at her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to find words.

"Eve, please don’t be upset. I was wrong. I won’t do it again. I... I’ve already served my punishment," she sobbed.

Everett closed his eyes. His fury boiled within him. Why did she always let others bully her? In her own territory, no less! The thought alone made his blood rage.

"Go take a bath and sleep," he instructed, attempting to sound calm—but his voice still carried a sharp edge. Without waiting for her reply, he walked out.

Zaiyila stared at his retreating figure and broke into heavier sobs. "Does he hate me now?" she wondered. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, crying in heartbreak.

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