“Or—” I let the question hang, teasing. “Do you want to ruin my face, too, to make her feel better?”
I chuckled and continued, “You know I’m not that idiot. You know the consequences.”
With that, a dagger pressed against his belly.
Immediately after seeing that, Marcus’s men closed in on me.
But my knife tips had already drawn closer, and faint blood oozed.
He hissed in pain, and for a long moment, he just stared. Then unexpectedly, he laughed and waved his hand to his men.
“Back off,” he barked. “I didn’t tell you to come over. Get out of here!”
“You're really awesome, Melody,” he added, surprising me.
“Of course,” I said. “My brother-in-law taught me well.”
After all, he cut my fiancé’s legs and sent them to me as a present to turn me into someone like him. Then he held my hand and plunged a knife into my fiancé’s chest to force me into marrying him.
He had even said, “If you become as dirty as I am, then only I deserve to be with you.”
He dragged me down from a high place and left me in the dirt. Now, my once clean hands were stained with blood, which I couldn't wash away easily. Yet he pretends to like “clean” things? It was laughable.