Chapter 102: Your Lady Is Right Next Door, I Bet You Can’t Wake Her (2)

Chapter 102: Your Lady Is Right Next Door, I Bet You Can't Wake Her (2)

As she left, she closed the door softly. Just before it clicked shut, her eyes filled with sorrow as she glanced back at her beloved lady.

No matter how unwilling, she still had to leave.

The door slowly closed, and with a final "click," it shut completely.

Tia turned around, leaning against the cold wall, her hands covering her face.

Her body slid down slowly, and an involuntary sound of defeat escaped her lips—a whimper like a vanquished stray.

She would never win the heart of her beloved lady.

No matter how devotedly she served, no matter how carefully she attended to every need, no matter how deep her feelings were—

Why? Why couldn't she see me?

Shia's words echoed in her ears, over and over, like a curse.

A curse that had now come true.

Or perhaps, it was simply the truth.

The lady had never seen her, not even once.

Even after all these years of being together.

Her obsession with the lady had always been there, from the very beginning.

Even though she tried to hide it well, the fact that Lilith remained completely oblivious tore at her heart.

Because the lady didn't care.

She didn't care, and that's why, despite the constant closeness and overflowing affection, she never noticed.

"She doesn't really care about you."

Shia's voice overlapped with her inner thoughts, making it impossible for Tia to discern whether it was him speaking or her own mind.

Her hands fell from her face as she collapsed to the floor, utterly defeated.

The exhaustion and soreness in her body spilled over, leaving her entirely drained.

Just one wall away, the lady she loved most was resting peacefully, wholly consumed by her plans to pursue someone else.

Someone who didn't even compare to her excellence.

A seed planted in her heart began to take root—a seed of resentment.

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Tia's hands slipped to her sides as her blank, defeated gaze stared into nothingness.

She sat on the cold floor like a stray dog who had lost everything.

Her heart, darkened and twisted, teetered on the edge of breaking.

She couldn't accept reality.

Though her sadness and helplessness overwhelmed her, a deep urge to vent the storm inside began to build.

Too much heartbreak, too much disappointment—it was unbearable.

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The cool autumn breeze blew through, carrying the chill of the night.

A single raindrop fell to the ground, hitting Shia's window with a faint sound.

More raindrops followed, the drizzle gradually washing away the remnants of summer's heat.

Inside, Shia was sleeping soundly.

But suddenly, the shrill ring of a phone broke through the stillness.

Shia woke up groggily, grabbing his phone before even checking the screen.

He placed it to his ear, only to hear Tia's icy voice on the other end.

"Come here," she ordered, her tone commanding and devoid of warmth.

Shia frowned, his eyes narrowing as he checked the caller ID.

It was Tia.

Bold of her to speak to him like that.

Where did she get the audacity to think she could command him?

Did she forget her place?

Annoyed, he was about to ignore her, but something caught his attention.

On his interface, the charm ring's taming value for Tia, which had remained stagnant at 0, had suddenly skyrocketed to 40% in mere moments.

Something was definitely happening.

He ended the call, threw on some clothes, and immediately headed out.

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The rain poured harder, the steady rhythm of droplets on his umbrella creating a muted symphony.

When Shia arrived, a figure stood outside in the storm.

Tia's long white hair was soaked, clinging to her body.

Her already tight outfit now adhered completely to her curves, shamelessly outlining every inch of her voluptuous form.

Her wet clothes left little to the imagination, her breasts heaving slightly as the rain streamed down her exposed skin.

What was this?

A seduction scene straight out of a novel?

Was this another ploy by these women?

Shia locked eyes with her.

Her gaze was hollow, void of light.

Before he could process the sight, the umbrella slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground.

Rain poured down on him as Tia suddenly straddled him.

Her expression was cold, emotionless, yet her soaked appearance radiated a dangerous allure.

Her drenched hair framed her face as water dripped down her sharp jawline.

She looked like a queen reigning above all—or perhaps a seductive demon of the night.

Her eyes held a haunting sorrow, like a fallen angel who had lost everything.

"You've always wanted me, haven't you? Tonight, I'll give you the chance."

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Her voice was low and hypnotic, her words brimming with dominance.

But behind her bold proclamation lay a sense of despair.

After all, if the one she loved didn't care about her, why should she?

If giving herself to someone else would fill the emptiness, what did it matter?

Besides, Shia was technically her lady's fiancé.

The thought sparked a twisted desire for revenge in her heart, fueling her recklessness.

Shia, however, quickly grasped the situation.

Damn, had he just become a substitute?

Seeing Tia's raw emotions, laid bare and unfiltered, Shia felt a flicker of irritation.

Even in her attempt to vent her anguish, she was so arrogantly dismissive of him.

Did she think of him as some disposable plaything?

The idea annoyed him greatly.

But Shia wasn't one to turn down an opportunity—especially not with a woman like Tia.

Leaning closer, his deep voice resonated.

"Do you even know what you're doing?"

His tone carried a rough, masculine charm, as if daring her to defy him.

If she wanted to play games, he'd make sure to teach her exactly who was in control.

If she thought she could use him, she'd soon learn otherwise.