RedBedSheets

Isabelle wanted freedom. For herself and for her sister, but when the duke falls ill everything starts to change.

She finds herself walking towards a dangerous relationship with the heir to the dukedom and her tormentor. 

“You really think you can leave me? After all this time? I think not”, a smirk that looked so cruel and made my insides feel utterly helpless appeared across his face.

“What if I pay you?” I said after a moment of silence. Hoping I still had chance.

He laughed at my words. A cold and humourless laugh.

“You couldn’t afford the price I’ve put on your head in this lifetime or the next”, I felt the futility beating me down, but I stayed strong. I was trained to deal with such emotions.

“How much”, my lips quivered ever so slightly, betraying the confidence I tried to ooze, yet failing so miserably.

“1 trillion”.

Isabelle and her sister Angela had only known the Gold dukedom growing up. Their mother had worked there and when she passed the girls became the dukedom's legal property and were also raised as maids. The duchess, a close friend of their mother, showered them with affection and allowed them to be sort of pen pals for her young son.

But when she had passed, the girls were left at the duke's mercy and he disliked their relationship with his son and so forbade them from ever speaking to him. From then on, the two made it their goal to escape the dukedom however, life had other plans.

Warning: This is a dark-themed yandere love story. Read at your own risk.

Completed

The Duke’s Beloved Pawn

"Angela, the young master wants you to bring him tea", my heart froze when I heard the words leave Naomi's lips. I heard the sound of a pot tumbling to the floor and turned to my sister.


Her eyes were full of fear. As were my own.


Usually, when the young master wanted to torture someone it would be me. And although I had wished a dozen nights that it would stop, I was always glad it wasn't Angela. Even though she'd cry at the sight of my scars It was a relief for me I didn't have to worry about her getting hurt.


"Are you sure?" I almost snapped at Naomi who remained passive despite my aggression.


"Yes. He specifically asked for her. By name".


"It's okay", Angela squeezed my shoulder trying to reassure me, "I'll be okay".


No. No you won't. But I couldn't even do anything besides looking distraughtly at her. 


We couldn't retaliate. Not if we wanted to survive.


She took his tray of tea and made her way up and I got back to work. Scrubbing the large pots with such ferocity that I could just about drone out the shouts of the breakfast bustle. 


Yet, I was distracted and absent minded. My hands going limp every few moments as my mind began to dwell on the worst. I didn't notice the tenseness in my jaw until I saw Justin and gave him a pathetic smile.


He gave me a long concerned stare before he was bombarded with his own work. 


Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.


I spent most of the morning like that. It was when I was given the task of swapping out the dead flowers for fresh ones to decorate the hall that I caught sight of the young master. He was staring outside the windows in the halls, hidden behind the thick curtain and I just about caught sight of him.


Was Angela no longer with him? Why didn't she come to me? Was she hurt? My mind raced, but my legs stood still. I couldn't help, but stare at the young master. Finding his demeanour... strange.


His face wasn't arrogant. His usual sneer nowhere to be seen.


I carried on working. Hoping I wouldn't catch his eyes. I felt his gaze turn to me and willed myself to stay calm. To stop myself from screaming at him. Asking him what he's done to my sister.


But I didn't dare. And he continued to stare. Silently. 


He walked towards me and I curtsied out of his way. Unfortunately, he stopped right in-front of me. How surprising...


"Are you... swapping the flowers?" His soft tone almost made me gasp in shock.


"That's.. right. I've collected fresh ones", I glanced up at him to make sure it was the young master. That wasn't a good idea. 


The young master doesn't make eye contact. He laughs. Taunts. Burns. But he never meets my eyes. But, right now, he stared straight at me. I was like deer in the headlights when I met those jewel like eyes. 


They looked sorrowful. Guilty. Regretful.


My mind spurred once again. Thinking he'd done something so bad to Angela that he actually felt bad. 


Tremors ran up and down my arm. And his next words frightened me further.


Chapter 6