The Savage and Beastly Prince

A direct confrontation was absolutely not an option, and Rion and Bevis couldn't hear my screams.

In desperation, I resolutely adopted a conciliatory approach. "Lionel, I'm Margie, your lover. You love me…"

I felt like a robot, mechanically repeating this command, but it was clear that his receptive function was severely malfunctioning.

What's worse, it wasn't just a malfunction—it was—twisted!

My heartfelt confession was met with his cold, suspicious interrogation. "How do you know my name?" Cold, emotionless, he shows no sign of the former passionate lover.

It's just a name—why make such a big deal out of it?

What he should be thinking about is why I'm his lover.