Chapter 52: Could Kailun Be Telling the Truth?
Paul left, his spirit broken, his demeanor mirroring his father’s.
But Kailun knew the rage burning within him. This was good. As long as he remained angry, he would continue to provide a steady stream of hatred.
Anna’s “betrayal” had taught him a valuable lesson about manipulating people’s hearts.
Before leaving, Paul had accepted the invitation, promising to attend.
He probably assumed it was Kailun and Winnie’s wedding.
He was mistaken.
“Let’s go home. I’ve prepared a room for you. I hope you like it.” Kailun smiled, taking Winnie’s hand.
Her face was still stained with tears, but he knew that wouldn’t last long.
Ella, clad in her cheongsam, followed cautiously behind them. Kailun’s devilish image had solidified in her mind after witnessing his ruthlessness.
She was determined to avoid provoking him. She never wanted to experience that bone-chilling fear again.
They reached the villa, but instead of entering, Kailun led them towards the basement.
“This used to be an abandoned storage room, but I decided to repurpose it as a dungeon. To enhance the ambiance, I even had it artificially aged to create a more authentic, damp, and gloomy atmosphere.”
He lit a magic lamp at the entrance, illuminating the dimly lit space.
It did indeed resemble a real dungeon.
But why was he bringing them here?
Ella’s heart sank. Her legs trembled, and if not for the wall supporting her, she might have collapsed.
She glanced at Winnie, who was wiping away tears, seemingly oblivious to the impending danger.
“Here we are. My new dungeon is finally being put to good use. Come on in. I prepared this room especially for you.”
They reached the new dungeon, and Kailun enthusiastically led Winnie to a cell door.
Winnie: “？？?”
This wasn’t what she had expected. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, confusion etched on her face.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Doesn’t this look like a dungeon?”
He opened the door and shoved her inside, locking it before she could react.
She glared at him through the bars. “Why are you locking me up? Didn’t you do all this to make me your concubine?”
“Nope. That was just a lie to lure you here. And you actually believed it. How amusing.”
He chuckled and stuck his tongue out at her.
He was simply fulfilling a desire from his past life. Winnie was now his “captive.”
And it was perfectly normal to employ any means necessary to extract information from a captive, right?
His sinister smile sent a shiver down her spine. She finally realized that he wouldn’t treat her with the same courtesy as her previous suitors.
“You’ll regret this! Kidnapping a noble is punishable by dismemberment! Even the Grand Duke’s son can’t escape the law! I suggest you release me immediately. Otherwise, my father will report this to the king, and you’ll be finished!”
She rattled the bars angrily. Her magic suppressed, she was powerless to resist.
“Miss Winnie, it seems you’re unfamiliar with the current situation. I’ve even kidnapped a princess. What makes you think a mere viscount’s daughter is safe?”
He slipped his hand through the bars and pinched her cheek.
“Don’t touch me!”
She swatted his hand away. “How dare you speak of kidnapping a princess! You’re a traitor! Who do you think you are?”
Ella’s eyes widened at Winnie’s boldness. It was strangely satisfying to see someone scolding Kailun like that.
Should she try it too?
She quickly dismissed the dangerous thought. She wanted to live. There was nothing more important than survival.
She pinned her hopes on Winnie, silently urging her to be even more defiant.
“You’re asking who I am?” Kailun chuckled, amused by her defiance. “Stabbing you to death would be too merciful. You’ll experience firsthand what it’s like to fall into enemy hands. Your parents are under my control. Where do you get your courage?”
Winnie’s defiance crumbled at his blatant threat.
Unable to voice her anger, she resorted to cursing him in her mind.
Kailun eyed the whip hanging on the wall. “If not for the need to play games with Princess Hilna, I would teach you a lesson right now. But there’s plenty of time tonight. Just you wait.”
“Hmph!”
Winnie scoffed, dismissing his words as empty threats.
“By the way, Ella, would you like to choose a suite here? I’ll reserve a luxurious one for you.”
He turned to Ella, who had discreetly given Winnie a thumbs-up.
“No, thank you. I have a place to stay. Please don’t worry about me, Master.” She shook her head obediently.
Despite her alluring appearance, she was as docile as a puppy in front of him, concealing any discontent she might feel.
However, her obedience didn’t satisfy him. “Have you forgotten your duties?”
She stared at him for a moment, then tentatively whimpered, “Woof?”
“Good girl. I’ll take you out now.”
He patted her head and led her away, ignoring Winnie’s shocked expression.
“That guy is definitely a pervert!” Winnie exclaimed after they left.
“Don’t say that. He might hear you and come back to punish you.”
A girl’s voice came from the next room.
Winnie followed the sound and spotted a one-square-meter transparent glass panel embedded in the wall. Through the thick glass, she could clearly see the room next door.
“Why is your cell so luxurious?”
She stared in disbelief.
A young girl with red hair was sitting at a large wooden table, reading a book. Bright, warm lights illuminated the room.
A plush three-meter bed, a wardrobe filled with beautiful clothes, a fully equipped vanity, a spacious bathtub in the corner, and a private bathroom…
The luxurious decor was several times more lavish than her own bedroom. And her cell?
A rickety wooden bed, a moldy table and chair, a filthy blanket, not even a pillow.
Water dripped from the ceiling, the floor was covered in mud, and the dim lights flickered. If not for the light spilling from the next room, she wouldn’t even be able to see properly.
And the most horrifying sight of all was the toilet next to her bed.
Or rather, it was a makeshift outhouse constructed from two wooden planks.
While it was currently empty, she could already imagine the stench.
She might have been able to console herself if this were a real prison. But the sight of the luxurious room next door filled her with envy.
This wasn’t imprisonment!
This was a spa!
“That disgusting bastard! He even preys on little girls! Disgusting! Disgusting!”
She muttered angrily.
“Firstly, I’m not a little girl!” Vivian protested, setting down her book. “It’s embarrassing to admit this, but I’m the princess he mentioned. My name is Vivian.”
Winnie: “!!!”
The devil had been telling the truth! He had actually kidnapped the princess!
A cold sweat broke out on her skin.
Was she really going to be “punished” tonight?
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