Extra Chapter: The Woman who Killed her Lover

“I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.”
― J.K. Rowling,Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

25 years ago, Victor Manor.

Lindy’s POV:

My fingers trembled from fear as his cries of agony resonated through the solemn, dark halls.

Those cries were heart wrenching, with every loud sob or scream- a part of me died.

I clutched the curtains tightly as another anguished howl tore through the heavy, dread filled air.

“You are to stay in there till morning without any food!” Roy’s holler could be heard through the darkest cervices of the night.

Roy.

The man I had fallen in love with, completely and utterly.

The man who bound me to this cage of gold.

The sound of a door being locked and shut made me cringe as I tried to comprehend the situation I was just put in.

The rattling sound of keys danced too loudly on the walls- causing me to shiver.

He locked him!

My eyes widened in panic as I tried to comprehend the situation. I didn’t know the extent of the damaged that was done on Marienne. I tried to fathom what I could do in this situation.

My infidelity to the Victors could be severely punished.

Even though I did not like Sarah and hated her for taking away my Roy, I couldn’t hold any grudge against the small boy. He was innocent to all of these.

I had a small boy too and I needed tobe sympathetic to him. At least for the good karma it might hold.

The floor groaned under his loud, confident strides.

From my periphery, I could only catch a glimpse of his broad back as it disappeared into the vast hallway.

He was heading to his studies.

After Sarah’s death, Roy has been unstable.

His once confidence demeanor was shadowed by an unseen cloud of darkness. Something in his eyes changed, the gleam that shone with aspirations, was replaced by the haunt of her death.

Sarah’s death didn’t come as a surprise to any of us. She was becoming more unstable as time passed- sometimes harming herself in front of Marienne.

What did take me by surprise was his second marriage. I did not know why he married Audrey- he should have been with me right?

He barely spoke to me, not even an eye contact. He called me Ms. Cardeux, as if we never had anything between us.

Why was he behaving like this?

I needed to speak with him.

Gulping down the nervousness that had formed in my throat, I stalked to his study.

This has to end today.

With every slow step I took, the erratic beating of my heart became more unstable. An uncertain fear for something ominous danced inside me as my gut clenched, my heels clicking too loudly on the marble floor.

I must confront him, his behaviour is getting out of hand.

Standing in front of the large oak door, I took a shaky breath, glancing cautiously around for anyone that might see me entering. Once I was assured that no one would bother us- I slowly turned the knob of the door and let myself in.

The first thing that caught my eyes was his disheveled form. His hair was ruffled as he took a swig directly from the bottle labeled ‘Jameson’.

His jaw clenched as he glared at the bottle and then took another swig, first three buttons of his shirt was unbuttoned, his tie hung loosely around his neck.He rested his shoed feet over the table.

He looked nothing less than a broken person.

I cleared my throat, making my presence known- trying not to show my nervousness.

His hand that was raised for taking a gulp from the bottle, stilled in midair as the realization of my presence sunk in him.

He kept the bottle down, slowly- not meeting my eyes.

Look at me….

Don’t behave like a coward…. not now at least….

I crossed my arms, straightening my back, glaring a hole in his head.

“If I knew you would stoop this low-”

“Shut it Lindy,” He grumbled, his voice thick with inebriation. How much did he drink?

“Gods won’t forgive me if I remain silent anymore….” I whispered, my voice thick with the tears that threatened to spill, “A child? You are harming a child, Roy. What did the boy ever do to you?”

“He ruined everything….” He coughed violently, “He is a monster, just like his mother.”

“How disgusting can you be….” My voice quivered as I uttered those words, “How could you deem a child who is only six, a monster?”

It seemed as if an eternity passed as silence prolonged in the nauseating atmosphere before he finally met my gaze…. and held it ever so boldly.

His eyes were bloodshot, the muscle of his jaw clenched as he glared at me as if he wanted to murder me.

“You weren’t calling me disgusting when you were screaming my name…”

“Roy!” Tears spilled as my heart clenched with immense pain, “I loved you!”

“Just like Audrey does…” He chuckles darkly.

“So you think I want your money?!” I shouted, shocked.

 “You loved me and you love my money isn’t it, love?” He rolled the last word in his tongue, as if mocking me.

“What happened to you?” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks, my heart pirouetting in my ribcage, “you weren’t like this… you weren’t this Roy! Wake up! You are a better man!”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” He chuckled darkly, no trace of humor in his smile whatsoever, “But I am like this.”

“The child-” I whispered, “What did he do to you?”

He ran a hand over his face, seemingly frustrated. “I am going to torture him until he dies. He is a speck of dust, a crumb of bread. Useless, meaningless. He is a nobody.”

Anger boiled in my vein as I strode near him, the smell of alcohol becoming more profound as I finally took in the crapulous man up close.

Blinding rage took over me as I seethed.

His head fell back from the force of my hit as a ghastly sound echoed through the solemn library.

It took me a moment to realize that I had slapped him.

“You sick bastard….” I spat slowly, punctuating each word in his vicinity, “You sick deranged bastard.”

“Back at you slut-” He laughed as my eyes widened.

He never did that.

He never called me that.

That was the moment when realization dawned upon me, I realized that Roy Carlisle Victor was beyond redemption. This was the withholder of the Victor dynasty, not my Roy.

I lost him the day he went on that business trip.

Or maybe he was never mine to start with.

Funny thing is, I still loved him. I let myself believe that I deserved this happiness but no.

I didn’t deserve it.

I wasn’t allowed happiness.

“Give me the keys to the store room, Mr. Victor.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly too drunk to think straight, “Mr. Victor? Demanding I see.”

My jaw clenched as I tried to keep my temper in check. My eyes drifted to his table where his gun rested.

The thought that came upon me, was a taboo, a sin to even think about. It was just a thought, conjured by the darkest part of my mind.

I shook it away as I stared into his eyes.

“Give me the key, Monsieur.”

His eyes blazed with cold fire, the one that screamed wrath, fury.

A fire that matched mine.

“Why do you think you can order me around?” His voice dropped an octave, a deadly whisper a deadly promise, challenging me to utter another word.

“Because….” My heart throbbed painfully in my chest as I held his gaze, challenging him right back- lava of vehemence seeped though my vein as something totally diabolic rushed within me.

An urge to give him back the same agony he had given me.

“Because you are a demon….” I said, “And Marienne deserves salvation from you.”

“And you are going to salvage him, maid?”

I smirked, a tear slipping down my cheeks, “Yes.”

He scoffed, running a hand over his face. Before I knew what was happening- I felt the tight pressure on my throat, fingers pressing into the flesh of my neck painfully as my air supply was cut off.

My eyes widened in panic as I choked, trying to breathe.

Roy was standing, leveling his eyes with me, cruel humor shining in his eyes.

“You think you are some kind of messiah?” He spat as I struggled to loosen his grip on me, tears streaming down as I struggled for air.

My eyes drifted to the gun resting on his table.

“R-Roy-”

“You think you can reprimand me… you good for nothing whore!” he fumed, his eyes held a challenge.

He was challenging me to fight.

My head spun as I tried to fight the dizziness that was slowly dawning upon me.

If anything happens to me…..

Marienne….

Ardent……

Before my mind could process anything, my hand grabbed the gun and….

Bam!

I heard it before I could see it, my mind a jumbled mess- as if I was a phantasmagoria.

The shot echoed loudly in the study, probably mansion even.

His fingers loosened slowly, his brown eyes widened in disbelief.

I had shot him in the neck.

At his left side.

Blood poured from his mouth as I saw his eyes turn into a shade of murky brown, life leaving his eyes slowly.

His body fell back in the leather chair, his blood painting the curtains of his study red.

What have I done?

Realization slowly dawned upon me.

I killed him.

I killed the father of my son.

The love-

“Roy!” I choked, my knees buckling as I fell on the floor, staring at his lifeless body.

My breaths came out in heavy pants as I took him in.

I killed someone.

How could I?

How could I?

My gaze went to his gun that was still clutched in my hand.

My dress was covered in his blood.

Something never in a million years, I had expected.

“Roy….” I whispered, tears streaming down, “Roy…”

Roy is- was left handed.

The piece of information sunk in.

As if a mirage in a world of blurred color, my mind slowly started processing everything.

I killed Roy.

I could go in jail.

If I went to jail, Ardent would be left alone.

Roy was left handed.

The shot was at the left side of his neck.

My feet moved before my mind, in a brume of the orchestra of a mayhem, I cleared the gun vigorously and slowly walked to him.

Taking his cold, lifeless hand in mine- I laced his fingers in the trigger, tears pouring down silently.

I took a piece of paper from the scattered paper on his table, my fingers turned white I tried to stop my quivering.

The letters blended behind my tears as I tried to copy Roy’s handwriting. I must get the keys to free that child. God knows what he had done to him.

Why was I crying?

From regret of a sin?

Or for killing Roy?

Maybe both.

But he was seconds away from killing me.

He didn’t hesitate.

So did I regret it?

No.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

And I was burned into ashes, turned into dust.

Until the only thing that was left in me was my vengeance.

Thank you for reading! Much love!

(A/N): I swear this is the last update of this book. The extra chapters. I took down my book from Booknet so had to upload them here. Don't mind me Please. Thank you.