Ch. 351..355: The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride Chapter 351-355
Chapter 351: Take her away
"Why is she here?" Griffin asked, his voice tinged with confusion as he and Odin watched from above. Their gazes followed Venus as she approached the entrance of the bar, a place strictly reserved for vampires.
"She’s carrying a basket," Griffin noted, narrowing his eyes at the peculiar sight before turning to Odin, seeking an explanation.
"What’s going on?" Griffin pressed, his concern growing.
"I have no idea," Odin replied, his tone equally puzzled as he observed Venus’s unexpected arrival.
Griffin’s expression hardened with suspicion. "Go and send her back. Did you tell her about this place?" he demanded.
Odin furrowed his brows, a mix of concern and irritation clouding his expression as he pushed back his chair. With a nod to Griffin, he stood up, saying, "I’ll be back soon," before making his way toward the bar where Venus had ventured.
Meanwhile, Venus hesitated at the entrance, clutching the basket tightly against her chest as if it could shield her from the unsettling atmosphere. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the vampires inside turned their predatory gazes toward her. Their stares made her breath hitch in fear. Frozen in place, she realized her mistake too late.
"Young lady, have you forgotten the way?" a voice suddenly asked. A middle-aged vampire materialized before her, his sudden appearance causing her to flinch.
His sharp fangs glinted as he spoke, sending a chill down her spine. Instinctively, Venus took a step back, shaking her head in denial.
"I-I’m going that way," Venus stammered, her voice trembling as she attempted to retreat. Panic set in as she turned to flee, but her escape was cut short when another vampire blocked her path, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
"A human has entered our domain," the first vampire mused aloud while his tone laced with dark intent. "That means she’s here to offer her blood willingly."
"No, no! Do you even know who I am?" Venus blurted out, desperation creeping into her voice. She grasped at the only lifeline she could think of—her sister’s name.
Her words hung in the air, and for a brief moment, she hoped they might deter the vampires. But the third vampire, who had been silently watching the exchange, finally spoke, his voice dripping with condescension. "Is it important for us to know the identity of a human?" he sneered, clearly unimpressed by her attempt to wield power in a place where she had none.
"I am Princess Alora’s sister," she declared, trying to summon some semblance of authority. "So before you do anything, remember the consequences you’ll face."
The vampires fell into an eerie silence, their collective stillness only heightening Venus’s fear. Then, a slow, mocking laugh broke the quiet. One of the vampires rose from his seat and approached her with a predatory grace having a tall and intimidating appearance.
His sudden, close proximity startled Venus so much that she stumbled backward, falling to the ground. Despite her terror, she managed to keep a firm grip on the basket, preventing its contents from spilling.
The vampire towered over her, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "You really think Princess Alora’s sister would dare to come here?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Do you take us for fools?" He leaned in closer, his fangs just inches from her face, his breath cold and menacing.
Venus’s heart raced, and she tried to scramble away, but the vampire’s gaze held her frozen in place. He continued, his tone turning darker, "Since you’ve entered our domain on your own, I think it’ll be quite enjoyable to make you my slave." His lips curled into a wicked grin.
Venus’s eyes widened in fear, her breath coming in shallow gasps. And then she spotted Odin, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Couldn’t he see that she was desperately in need of his help? Why wasn’t he stepping in?
The vampire, now fully intending to make her his slave, spoke with cruel authority. "Take her away. I’m taking this human to my house as my slave," he declared, turning to leave, confident that no one would dare challenge his claim.
But Venus had had enough. The fear that had paralyzed her moments ago was now burning away, replaced by a fierce, fiery anger. If Odin wouldn’t help her, she would stand up for herself. She straightened, her eyes flashing with defiance as she boldly faced the cunning vampire.
"Go ahead, take me then!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the air with a sharp edge. "When Prince Magnus hears of this, and you receive a hellish punishment, perhaps you’ll think twice before looking down on humans!"
The vampire, Mikael, turned to Venus with a frown, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as he considered the possibility that she might indeed be Alora’s sister. The doubt was enough to make him hesitate, but before he could act further, Odin’s voice sliced through the eerie silence.
"The lady before you is Venus Wilson. Don’t you dare trouble her," Odin commanded, his tone carrying an authority that couldn’t be ignored. In an instant, Odin moved to Venus’s side, his presence suddenly imposing as he faced off with Mikael, the noble vampire.
"Mikael, you should apologize to her," Odin pressed, his voice low and firm.
But Mikael was not one to back down easily. "Miss Wilson is the one who crossed the forbidden boundary first. I’m sparing her life, and that should be enough, Odin," Mikael replied, his voice laced with arrogance as he asserted his authority.
Venus, her anger boiling over, shot a furious glare at Odin. His intervention, though belated, did nothing to soothe the humiliation she had just endured. Without saying another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the bar, her footsteps echoing with indignation.
Odin watched her leave, and then turned back to Mikael, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Keep in mind that Prince Magnus must never find out about this," he warned. With that, Odin quickly followed after Venus.
Chapter 352: Wanted to see you dead
Venus stormed out of the bar, but she came to an abrupt halt when Odin suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path. He stood there, arching an eyebrow as his eyes fell on the basket she still clutched tightly in her hands.
"Isn’t this for me?" Odin asked, his tone was calm but curious.
"No!" Venus snapped, her voice sharp with lingering anger. She pushed past him, trying to brush off his question. "Now, get out of my way."
But Odin didn’t move. Instead, a small, amused smile played on his lips. "So, you entered the forbidden territory for no reason?" he mused. He then chuckled softly, as if the situation was more entertaining to him than it should have been.
Venus’s eyes narrowed in frustration. "It wasn’t for no reason," she retorted, trying to maintain her dignity. But the humiliation she faced inside was something that infuriated her more.
Odin’s chuckle faded, and he studied her with a more serious expression, sensing the deeper emotions behind her sharp words. "You knew the risk, yet you came here anyway," he said softly. "Why?"
"You tell me first," she demanded, her voice trembling with the intensity of her anger and hurt. "Why didn’t you help me inside? Did you enjoy the show?" Her chest heaved with each breath, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears, on the verge of spilling over.
Odin’s expression remained impassive, his gaze steady as he met her accusing eyes. "Well, I don’t help foolish humans," he replied coldly, his voice devoid of empathy. He reached out to take the basket from her, his hand closing around its wooden handle.
But before he could pull it away, Venus slapped the back of his hand with a sharp, angry motion. "Did you just call me foolish?" she demanded, her voice cracking as she sought an answer. The sting of his remark cut deep, reopening the wounds of her earlier humiliation.
Odin didn’t flinch, though the slap stung his pride. Instead, he looked at her with a calm, unyielding expression. "An indication is enough for the intelligent," he asserted.
Venus let out a bitter chuckle and pushed Odin away with more force this time, determined to put some distance between them. But before she could fully step back, Odin’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm with a firm grip. Without warning, he dragged her toward the empty garden next to the bar, the night air thick with tension.
In a swift motion, Odin pinned her against the wall, his body close to hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. His gaze bore into her, demanding answers, refusing to let her hide behind her defiance.
"You still haven’t answered my question," Odin stated, his voice low and unyielding, as if the entire world had narrowed down to this moment between them.
Venus met his gaze, her heart pounding, but she wasn’t about to give in. "Aren’t you smart enough to know?" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm, though she could feel her resolve wavering under his intense stare.
A sly smile tugged at the corner of Odin’s lips as he leaned in slightly closer. "Don’t tell me you’ve started missing me," he teased, his tone mocking yet with a hint of something deeper. "You must love being taunted by me, don’t you?" His words were provocative, each syllable a deliberate challenge, but his eyes never left hers, searching for a reaction.
Venus felt her throat go dry under the weight of his gaze. Her heart hammered in her chest, a mixture of anger and something more unsettling—an awareness of the power he held over her in this moment. Refusing to let him see how much he was affecting her, she summoned her courage and shouted, "Let me go, you evil vampire!"
Her voice rang out louder than she intended, deliberately so. She wanted everyone nearby to hear, to know that Odin was holding her against her will.
Odin’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a flash of something unreadable in his eyes. He didn’t release her immediately; instead, he held her gaze for a few heartbeats longer, his grip on her arm firm but not painful.
Odin’s grip tightened slightly, and with a calculated move, he pressed his body closer to hers, leaving almost no space between them. His face inched closer, so close that Venus could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against her skin. Her pulse quickened, and despite the tension in the air, she found herself frozen, her eyes locked with his, unable to look away. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her to move, to push him away, but her body wouldn’t obey.
"Get away," Venus murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but even she could hear the uncertainty in her tone.
Odin’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "You can admit it, you know," he whispered, his voice smooth and almost teasing. "You’ve fallen for an evil vampire like me. Your heartbeats... I heard them." His words were like a challenge, each one carefully crafted to provoke her, to force her to confront what she might be feeling.
"A woman, especially a human, would never come to a place like this, knowing the danger, unless she had a reason," Odin continued, his eyes never leaving hers. "You came here to see me, using this basket as an excuse." He leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing her ear as he spoke, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Venus, you can’t fall for a man who once wanted to see you dead. Do you get it?"
Before she could respond, he flicked his fingers gently on the bridge of her nose, a playful yet dismissive gesture, and then stepped back, creating a sudden void where his presence had been overwhelming just moments before.
In a swift motion, he snatched the basket from her hands, holding it up as if it were a trophy. "I’m taking this with me. Thank your mother for the milk cakes. And don’t miss me anymore," he added with a smirk. "You won’t see me here all the time."
Venus’s heart pounded in her chest, but anger surged within her. "I don’t like you," she retorted sharply, her voice strong and defiant. "I’d sooner fall for a werewolf than for a vampire like you!"
With a determined turn, she started to walk away, eager to escape the suffocating tension between them before he could make her feel any more awkward or vulnerable.
But just as she was about to leave, Odin’s voice rang out, calm but commanding. "Stop, Venus."
She halted in her steps and turned to look at him with a frown.
Before Venus could understand, Odin kissed her lips, causing her eyes to grew large. The heartbeats which turned steady a moment ago shot high instantly. Her fingers curled and a strange foreign feeling engulfed her, something which she never experienced before.
"I hope you fall for a werewolf or any human soon," Odin said with a grin, and he disappeared from her sight.
Venus’s emotions were churned now. But one thing was certain— Odin had once again thrown her world into disarray, and she wasn’t sure how she would face him the next time they met.
Chapter 353: He played with me!
The entire journey back to her house was a blur for Venus, her mind consumed by a single, bewildering thought—why had Odin kissed her? No matter how many times she replayed the scene in her head, she couldn’t make sense of it. His actions contradicted everything he’d ever said or done, leaving her more confused than ever.
As the carriage rolled to a stop, the coachman opened the door and spoke, his voice cutting through the fog of her thoughts. "We’ve arrived, Miss."
"Huh?" Venus blinked, suddenly snapping out of her daze. She glanced around, realizing they had indeed reached her home. "Oh. We have arrived," she murmured, more to herself than to the coachman. She descended from the carriage, her legs feeling oddly heavy.
As Venus entered her home, her eyes were drawn to the living room, where she found her mother resting on the sofa, a ledger open in her hand.
Her mother looked up briefly as Venus entered, her eyes soft with a hint of weariness. "You’re back, dear," she said with a gentle smile, though her attention quickly returned to the numbers in front of her.
"So, did you deliver the basket to Odin?" her mother asked absently, her eyes still scanning the ledger, unaware of the turmoil in her daughter’s heart.
"Yes... I did," Venus replied. She forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes, and walked further into the room. She sat down on the armchair opposite her mother, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she tried to push away the thoughts of Odin’s kiss, but it lingered at the forefront of her mind.
"Where’s Father?" Venus asked, her voice soft but carrying a hint of curiosity.
"He’s gone out for some drinks with his friends," Rhea replied, closing the ledger with a satisfied sigh as she finished her calculations. She set it aside, finally giving her full attention to her daughter. There was a warmth in her eyes as she looked at Venus, a comforting presence amidst the disarray of emotions her daughter was trying to conceal.
A servant entered the room, carrying a glass of water on a tray. Venus accepted it with a polite nod, thanking him before taking a few slow, measured sips. The cool water helped calm her racing thoughts, if only for a moment.
"Would you prefer to have lunch in your room or in the dining hall?" Rhea asked, her tone gentle and considerate, aware that Venus seemed more subdued than usual.
"The room will be better, Mother," Venus replied, setting the glass back on the tray. She wasn’t in the mood for company, needing the solitude of her room to process everything that had happened.
"Alright," Rhea agreed, turning to the servant and giving the instruction to prepare lunch for Venus in her room. The servant nodded and left the room to carry out the order.
Venus offered her mother a faint smile before excusing herself and heading upstairs. Once in her bedroom, she kicked off her heels, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. Without bothering to change out of her clothes, she collapsed onto the bed, her body sinking into the softness of the mattress.
Staring up at the ceiling, Venus let out a long, slow breath. Her mind kept drifting back to Odin, to the kiss, to the way he had looked at her just before disappearing.
Venus touched her lips, still feeling the touch of his lips.
’Don’t think about me. We are enemies, remember?’ Odin’s voice rang in her head like a reminding bell. She tightly shut her eyes and covered her ears.
"He played with me!" Venus muttered in frustration.
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"Congratulations, Sister Lillian, on your upcoming marriage," Alora said warmly, stepping forward to embrace her. Her arms wrapped around Lillian in a gentle hug, conveying her genuine happiness.
"Thank you, Alora," Lillian replied, her voice soft as she returned the hug briefly before pulling away. A faint smile played on her lips, but there was a trace of something bittersweet in her eyes. "You’ll no longer be bothered by my presence since I’ll be leaving the palace in a few days," she remarked, trying to keep her tone light, though there was a hint of sadness beneath her words.
Alora frowned slightly, shaking her head in earnest. "Sister Lillian, please don’t say that," she insisted, her voice filled with sincerity. "I was never bothered by your presence. You’ve always been a part of this palace, and I’ll miss you when you’re gone."
Lillian’s smile softened at Alora’s words. "I was jesting. You’ve always been kind, Alora," she said gently. "But it’s time for me to start a new Chapter in my life."
Alora nodded, though her heart felt heavy at the thought of Lillian leaving. "I wish you all the happiness in the world, Sister Lillian. You deserve it," she asserted.
"Thank you, Alora. Take a seat, please," Lillian said.
Alora settled on the plush sofa chair and placed her clasped hands together in her lap.
"Brother Magnus is kind of upset with me. I hope you put a word for me. I apologize to him for what I said to him a few days ago. I should have been mindful," she said.
Alora was unaware about any such matter between these two siblings, so she was quite puzzled.
"Alora, you see, I always compelled the vampires to speak their mind in front of me. This is my special ability. And I used to do it in my first meeting with the men usually. From then onwards, I developed a fear to select any suitable groom for me," Lillian confided in Alora.
"Everyone has insecurities, Sister Lillian. You did that to make sure you weren’t fooled. In that process, you forgot to trust people easily. I understand that. It’s good to find that Lewis is different from all those men you encountered all these years," Alora said with a comforting smile.
"Yes. I’m grateful to Brother Magnus too. I hope he forgives me soon," Lillian said.
"He will," Alora assured her and decided to talk to Magnus once he would return.
Chapter 354: My Alora is my soul
Alora entered the chamber with a light, joyful bounce in her step, her face lit up with excitement. She was eager to share the news she had just heard, but as soon as she stepped inside, she spotted Magnus lounging on the chaise, his eyes closed, appearing as though he was resting.
Her initial enthusiasm softened into a mischievous smile. Seeing him so relaxed, she couldn’t resist the urge to playfully scare him. Carefully, she moved closer, her footsteps light and deliberate, trying her best to remain silent as she approached him.
Just as she reached his side, thinking she had the upper hand, Magnus’s eyes snapped open, and with lightning reflexes, he reached out, his hand closing around her wrist. In one swift motion, he pulled her down onto the chaise beside him.
A surprised gasp escaped Alora’s lips as she tumbled onto the chaise, landing next to him. Her heart raced from the sudden movement, her earlier plan to scare him now completely forgotten. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, as a playful grin spread across Magnus’s face.
"Did you really think you could sneak up on me, Alora?" Magnus teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he straightened his posture, towering over her with an effortless grace. His voice carried a note of amusement, as if her attempts at stealth had been nothing more than a game to him.
As he leaned closer, the space between them vanished, and his other hand gently brushed away the loose strands of hair that had fallen across her face. The touch was tender, almost electrifying, as his fingers lingered near her temple.
Alora, however, was not easily distracted. "What was the work that kept you so long?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.
Magnus hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I met Damien."
"And?" Alora’s eyes searched his, seeking the truth beneath his words.
"Nothing," Magnus said, his tone suddenly flat and devoid of the earlier playfulness. "He will be executed tomorrow morning."
Alora narrowed her eyes, sensing there was more to the story. "Don’t hide from me, Magnus. What did you find out?" she pressed, her voice firm and unyielding.
Magnus sighed, realizing that he could never keep anything from her. "Damien killed my aunt," Magnus confessed, his voice heavy with the weight of the memory. The usual strength in his demeanor seemed to falter for a moment. "He has a dark ability—he can look into people’s saddest moments and use them against them as their weakness."
Alora’s heart clenched at his words, her concern for him deepening. "Did he... did he by any chance look into your saddest moment?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his for any sign of distress.
Magnus shook his head, his expression resolute. "No. There was no sad moment," he replied, though his voice held a certain detachment, as if trying to distance himself from the pain.
Alora’s gaze softened as she studied him, her voice gentle yet firm. "But your aunt’s death... it has always weighed on you, Magnus. It’s been like a shadow, a setback you’ve never fully escaped from."
Magnus looked away, unable to meet her eyes for a moment. The truth in her words was undeniable, and it struck a chord deep within him. But he had buried that pain long ago, determined not to let it define him.
Alora gently placed her hand on Magnus’s right cheek, her fingers tenderly caressing his skin. "I think Damien couldn’t see your saddest memory because you’ve grown so strong, or maybe you’ve learned to stay neutral to anything that comes your way. But remember, it wasn’t Prince Magnus’s fault that he couldn’t save his aunt," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing, offering him the comfort he hadn’t realized he needed.
Magnus met her gaze, her warmth and understanding breaking through the walls he had built around his heart. He nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. "Alora," he began, his voice steady but filled with a deep sincerity, "the reason I stopped focusing on relationships, on the people around me, was because I feared it would hurt more than the pain from the ashwood. If you hadn’t stepped into my lonely world, I don’t think I would have become the man I am today." His words were laden with gratitude, acknowledging that it was Alora who had breathed life back into him when he had thought it impossible.
Alora’s smile widened, her eyes lighting up with a tender glow that seemed almost magical. "I’ll never leave you, Magnus. Even in the afterlife, we’ll be together. I promise," she vowed, her voice steady and sure, as if sealing a bond that went beyond the physical world.
"I know," Magnus replied, his voice thick with emotion as he reached up to cup her face in his hands. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that spoke of everything he felt—gratitude, love, and the silent promise that he would never let her go.
As they slowly pulled away from the kiss, Magnus kept his gaze locked on Alora’s eyes, the intensity in his expression softening into something more profound. "I think you’ve erased the saddest moments from my life," he said, his voice tender yet unwavering. "Because of you, I’ve started believing in everything again. Love seems like too small a word to capture what I feel for you. My Alora is my soul, and without her, Magnus is empty."
Alora’s smile grew, her heart swelling with happiness. Magnus’s words touched her deeply, affirming that he saw her not as a burden, but as the light that had guided him out of the darkness. "That’s deep," she murmured, her smile widening as warmth spread through her chest.
"And you are my salvation, Magnus," Alora continued, her voice filled with conviction. "Without Magnus, Alora is nothing."
She kissed his cheek tenderly and smiled once again at him. "There will no longer be any sadness as long as we are together," Alora stated with a determined gaze.
Chapter 355: Odin’s doing
"Why are you so quiet since yesterday?" Norman asked his daughter as they sat at the breakfast table. He couldn’t help but notice that Venus hadn’t even touched her food, something that puzzled him and Rhea alike.
"Is something bothering you, dear?" Rhea asked, her voice laced with concern.
Venus shook her head, forcing a small smile. "No, it’s nothing like that," she replied. "I just don’t have much of an appetite today."
Norman frowned, his worry deepening as he looked at her. "No appetite? That’s not like you, Venus. Maybe I should call the physician to have you checked. You’re already so thin; you can’t afford to skip meals," he said, his eyes searching hers for any sign of what might be wrong.
Venus sighed softly, trying to ease her father’s concern. "Father, there’s no need for that," she reassured him. "You’re forgetting that I ate a lot last night. That’s why I’m still full this morning," she added, hoping the explanation would put his mind at ease.
"Then, you won’t have your breakfast?" Norman asked, his concern evident in his tone.
"No, I’ll eat later," Venus replied softly before excusing herself from the table.
Both Norman and Rhea watched as she walked away, the silence between them heavy with unspoken worry. Finally, Norman turned to Rhea, his voice filled with unease. "Something is definitely wrong with her."
Rhea nodded slowly. "Ever since she came back from the market yesterday, she’s seemed... different, almost as if she’s lost in her thoughts."
Norman’s expression darkened with concern. "Do you think someone said something hurtful to her again?"
Rhea sighed, her heart heavy. "I wish I knew, My Lord. But I have no idea what could have happened," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "All I want is for her to have a happy life, but it seems like God isn’t showing any mercy on our poor Venus," she added, her tone filled with deep worry.
"She’s young, Rhea. I do think when Venus sees the young women of her age, she may get upset. How long are we going to see her like this? Why don’t you talk to her and make her understand to move on?" Norman suggested to her.
"I already did that, My Lord. However, Venus refused for that," Rhea asserted.
"Hmm." Norman furrowed his brows together. "I wish someone could read our daughter’s thoughts and tell us what exactly is in her mind. Perhaps, then we could have helped her in better way," he opined.
"If Prince Magnus comes the next time here, I will ask him," Rhea assured her husband and the two resumed eating.
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Venus paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing with thoughts that had consumed her since the previous day. The kiss from Odin had left her bewildered, and she couldn’t stop replaying it in her head.
Why would he kiss her if he thought of her as an enemy? Why did he push her to see things as either a werewolf or a human? And that grin at the end—it only added to her confusion.
"Agh!" she groaned, almost clutching her head in frustration. "At this rate, I’m going to drive myself insane," she murmured, her feet suddenly freezing in place. A new thought crept into her mind, one that she hadn’t considered before. "What if he actually likes me and is just pretending not to?"
For a brief moment, the idea seemed plausible, but she quickly shook it off. "No, Odin would never like me. Not after everything I have done in the past. I know him too well," she muttered, her voice laced with certainty. Yet, the one thing she couldn’t wrap her mind around was his relentless teasing. "But why the unnecessary teasing?" she wondered aloud, her thoughts spiraling once more.
Finally, she slumped onto the bed, her energy spent. With a heavy sigh, she stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing to find a way to unravel the mystery of what Odin truly wanted from her.
Her racing thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she heard a knock on the door. Curious, Venus walked over and opened it to find a servant standing before her.
"Miss Venus, someone delivered this letter for you. He said it’s from a well-wisher," the servant informed her.
Venus frowned in confusion, her mind immediately swirling with questions. A letter from an unknown well-wisher? She thanked the servant, took the letter, and closed the door behind her before returning to her bed. Her thoughts went to Eugene’s relatives, wondering if this could be from one of those narcissistic wolves who refused to leave her alone. She hated the idea of being chased by them yet again.
For a moment, she nearly tore the letter in half without reading it, but something made her pause. Instead, she unfolded it and began to read.
"So, did you sleep well last night? I hope you did. I liked the milk cakes your mother made especially for me. I wish you were more like your mother! Alas, you aren’t!"
Venus chuckled as she recognized the tone and words. There was no mistaking it—this was Odin’s doing. Even when he wasn’t physically present, he found ways to get under her skin, leaving no opportunity wasted to make her feel small.
"My well-wisher? What a joke!" Venus scoffed, crumpling the letter in her hand. "Odin, you’ve messed with the wrong woman," she muttered, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Now, I’m going to make sure your nights are a living hell."
With that, she got off the bed, a newfound resolve burning within her. She looked at herself in the mirror, making sure she looked good. After putting on her heels, she ran downstairs in a haste.
"Venus, where are you heading to in such a hurry?" Rhea asked worriedly, who happened to cross the living room.
"Mother, I need to go out. I will see you later," Venus said.
"Eh? Wait~" Rhea’s words trailed off as Venus ran outside the house