Chapter 4
Damien frowned, his last bit of patience draining away.
“Carmilla, if you care about this beast so much, then watch closely.”
With that, he tossed our daughter into the Forbidden Zone with his own hands.
A scream rang out-then silence. Complete, crushing silence.
I collapsed on the floor, shrieking in agony. It felt like I was coughing up blood as I screamed her name into the void.
I reached out, but there was nothing left to hold onto.
No sound.
No life.
Lilith nodded with satisfaction. She glanced at me smugly before wrapping her arms around Damien’s neck.
“Damien… I feel awful. Is the poison starting to take effect?”
Damien’s eyes flicked to my ashen face, his expression darkened with a trace of panic.
But almost instantly, he turned back to Lilith, his arms tightening around her as he carried her away.
I sat there, motionless, staring at the blood trail left behind by my daughter.
Then a mouthful of blood spilled from my lips, and everything went black.
When I woke again, I was inside a dog cage.
The wound on my abdomen had been bandaged, but dried blood still clung to the surface.
Damien stepped away from Lilith and approached me as I stirred.
“Carmilla, you lost control yesterday. This is your punishment.”
He crouched in front of me and unlocked the cage.
Fresh love bites still marked his neck.
Lilith stepped between us, pouting in mock anger.
“Damien! You promised she’d live in the dog cage for three days and act like her daughter’s pet to make it up to me!”
“If you break your promise, then I’m going to invoke my exclusive right to your love-she can be my dog for a whole week
instead!”
Damien’s gaze hardened. He hesitated.
And then… he pulled his hand back.
“Carmilla, I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
Hearing that rare apology, I let out a laugh.
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Damien’s expression stiffened, his eyes flashing with displeasure.
“Carmilla,” he said, “I already told you. If you love children so much, I’ll give you more in the future. Do you really need to throw a tantrum over one little beast?”
I stared at him, my voice hoarse.
“It wasn’t just one… it was eight.”
His breath hitched. His chest rose and fell sharply.
He looked furious. Then-
Lilith’s water broke.
“You stay here and think about your behavior. I’ll talk to you after Lilith gives birth.”
He shouted for the doctor and rushed her into the operating room.
I watched his back fade into the distance and let out a bitter laugh.
He wouldn’t find me again-not in a week. Not ever.
–
For a whole week, the ever-composed Damien stayed by Lilith’s side during labor.
He personally cared for her and the baby.
As he looked at the wrinkled newborn in his arms, his cold features softened into a rare smile.
Oddly enough, a thought crossed his mind-
If Carmilla’s baby had lived, it definitely wouldn’t have been this ugly.
He paused.
Then he suddenly remembered-it had already been a full week.
Whatever anger or grief Carmilla had, it should have passed by now.
With that thought, he set down the baby and quickly made his way to the bedroom.
Calling her name, Damien pushed open the door.
But what he saw turned his face ghostly pale.
