“Goodbye, Mr. Heroine of the original.”
Three times of despair and death. At the end of it, I realized that the woman who took everything from my husband was actually a possessed person. It’s time for the fourth regression, and it’s time to reclaim everything that’s been taken from me. To do this, I needed a powerful helper. To a crazy, to a crazy bastard.
“Plunder me, Prince Arpad Eastrid.”
I commissioned him to marry me.
“In return, I will make sure that your Highness does not go crazy,” an offer that he can never refuse. I stared straight at him with a triumphant smile.
*
“You broke your promise.”
“What do you mean all of a sudden?”
“You say you won’t let me go crazy?”
“I did it, didn’t I? Now that the madness is all settled, we…”
Arpad hugged me tighter, as if to stop me from trying to escape.
“No, I’m already crazy,” Arpad whispered in my ear, breathing hot. “Who do you think it’s because of whom?” he asked, slowly raising my head to meet Arpad’s red eyes, unable to move his body with nervousness.
“No way, because of me…?”
“Yes. So you’re responsible.”
His mouth was smiling brightly, but his eyes were burning with mad obsession.
