When the Villains Unite - Chapter 16; Part 5

I couldn’t imagine it. We were meant to all be together. We all knew that was a fact. Damian, however, was a stronger man than I thought. I’m sure he also realized that what he did was a brazen act.

“You’re just trying to get me to regret it. Damn it.”

I was bothered by how desperate he looked earlier as if he were clinging to something. Of course, that sentiment broke down after hearing my words.

“Rose, can I come in?”

“Brother?”

It hadn’t been that long, but Bellamy was already at the mansion. I hadn’t considered the possibility that he straightened things out.

I lifted myself from the tub as soon as I heard his voice. I wiped my wet body with a towel and slipped on a shower robe.

“You can come in now.”

As soon as I finished speaking, he opened the door and walked over to me. He lifted me up and carried me out of the bathroom. Then, he gently set me down on the bed and tried to untie the robe, but my hand stopped him.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’ll think about that after I look.”

“It didn’t really hurt.”

“Okay.”

As my hand dropped, Bellamy peeled off the robe and looked down. He frowned at the sight of my reddened pussy, ass, and thighs.

Did I look even worse than when I first looked at myself?

Bellamy stroked my pussy with his finger.

“It doesn’t hurt…”

“Ugh…”

I felt a slight tingling sensation then the soreness was gone. I tried to apply some ointment to it earlier, but I guess I didn’t get it deep enough.

Bellamy reached into the air and summoned a familiar vial of ointment. He smeared a generous amount on my vagina and used his healing magic to erase the tingling sensation. Finally, he neatly closed my robe.

“And Damian?”

He stared at me for a moment, then ran his hand through my hair. My hair was dry, yet soft, and fell through his fingers. He slightly tugged on it, but it didn’t hurt. He didn’t seem to like that I was worried about Damian. After all, what Bellamy witnessed earlier wasn’t a positive sight.

“If he’s awake, he’ll show up on his own.”

“With Damian’s personality, I doubt he’ll come home today.”

“Don’t worry, I talked to him. Isn’t there something else you should tell me, though?”

It was the first time I didn’t trust Bellamy’s words. Well, there was that last time we were in the bath, but nonetheless, this was still true. Before I could ask more, I had an idea of what he was referring to so I locked eyes with him.

“I said some bad things, too.”

“That doesn’t justify his behavior.”

“…”

“So don’t ever forgive him for the rest of your life.”

Excuse me, Bellamy, aren’t you his brother? He was speaking about Damian as if he was some alien and urging me to get rid of him. 

Bellamy saw that weird look on my face and cocked his head as if he said nothing wrong.

“Aren’t you being too harsh?”

“I’ll live with your decision no matter the outcome, but I’m worried you’re too forgiving with our relationship. You let it slide the last time we fucked up, but this must have triggered something.”

He was right; I was too forgiving with them. They had been my brothers since I was first accepted into the family, and because the relationship began with compassion, I was exceptionally generous. The problem was that when we became lovers, the line between family and lovers became blurred, and I was too lenient with sex. I had no complaints about their skill, size, or intense satisfaction at the end. However, I have been too much of a pushover as Bellamy said.

“Maybe.”

I wasn’t in the position to put unconditional blame on Damian, though. Ever since he was a child, Damian had craved recognition for his existence, reporting to me whenever he accomplished anything. From small things like making wooden dolls, to bigger things like handling his aura or becoming a Swordmaster and asking for praise.

It was obvious why he didn’t report the success of his demon-slaying mission or killing the assassin who targeted the Crown Prince. It was the same reason why the foul-mouthed Damian turned into a golden retriever in my presence; he hated revealing any brutality to me. Still, when something like today happened, it meant he had a reason to let go of any restraint and it hurts that it was because of me.

“I’ll keep an eye on him, but I can’t completely turn my back on him. He’s acting like I’m going to leave the mansion at the slightest hint of disagreement with you two or something. Hah… Am I that flippant in his eyes?”

“You’ve been thinking about leaving the manor since you were a little girl.”

“Then maybe I should get married. Wouldn’t that give you peace of mind?”

“What?”

At my words, Bellamy’s eyes widened, as if he forgot the serious conversation about Damian.

It had been a long time since I thought about marriage. Marriage seemed like the most resolute plan to convince the Orca brothers that I wasn’t going to run off somewhere else. It had been a while since we lived together, so binding us through marriage wouldn’t make a difference. Judging from Bellamy’s expression though, he didn’t seem to think the same.

He tightly grasped my hand.

“Are you really going to marry me?”

“If it makes you feel better, yes. Of course, we’ll talk about it after I’ve sorted out my problems with Damian.”

“Okay. Then, I’ll solve it and come back to you.”

Huh? Wait… He just said he was going to solve the problem with Damian.

I grabbed his wrist, anxiety overtaking me as he abruptly jumped away from the bed. My back ached with the slightest movement, probably from Damian’s earlier abuse.

“Where are you going?”

“To the palace, of course…”

“Duke!” Sebastian’s voice rang from the hallway.

There was a sense of urgency in his voice. Sebastian was typically calm, but today his demeanor was replaced by a pounding in the hallway, knocking on Bellamy’s door. I guess he didn’t realize I was in the manor, but Bellamy must have come to the front door.

What the hell is going on?

Hearing Sebastian’s voice, I changed into a light indoor dress and went straight to the door. Bellamy opened it, frowning at the sound of the butler’s voice calling for him.

Sebastian, who hadn’t expected the two of us to exit my room, locked eyes with us. He froze for a moment, then recovered his composure and stepped forward.

“The young master is in distress, Duke, My Lady.”

At his next words, I turned and headed for the stairs. A quick glance at Bellamy’s expression showed that he wasn’t informed of this earlier.

I had a nagging suspicion that he anticipated this, but now was not the time to dwell on it. Behind me, Sebastian told me that Damian had been brought to the manor in an Imperial carriage with a grievous wound. It wasn’t known whether he had gotten into an argument or if it was inflicted by a demon, but he only summoned a knight to help. Now, Damian was being carried to the bed, barely breathing.

In less than an hour, who in the hell could have him, the Swordmaster, bleeding to death?

“Damian!”

I opened the door and saw Damian lying there, eyes closed, still dressed in the knight’s uniform that was now covered in red blood. His face was white, and there were splotches of blood decorated through his blond hair.

The moment I saw him, it was like time stopped.

“… Is he dead?”

My voice trembled, barely able to spit out that question. Looking at him lying there as if dead, I didn’t have the courage to approach. It was as if I was facing my greatest fear.

“He’s still breathing, but his internal injuries are severe.”

In the silent room, an unfamiliar voice echoed. I did, however, recognize it from the description in the book. I turned to follow the sound and saw the Crown Prince leaning against the wall with a stern face.

Why the hell is he here?

Kofi