His Witchy Mate

“Was suicide the only option for you? Would ending your life erase all your atrocities?” I questioned her, hearing her groans as she gradually opened her eyes.

“Am I in heaven already? Am I dead?” She murmured, her first words upon regaining consciousness. I couldn’t help but almost laugh at her confusion.

“You’re not dead, and heaven isn’t your current location,” I reassured her. Her gaze shifted to her wrist, and the realization seemed to hit her.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“How on earth did I not die? Can’t I even die in peace?” She exclaimed, holding her head and starting to sob.

“I won’t let you die that way. It’s not a fitting end for you. I desire a more painful fate for you, and I am the only one with the right to decide how you meet it,” I declared, to which she scoffed.

“Do you think this is a joke? I was falsely accused of killing your sister. What makes you think I won’t attempt suicide again? Do you think I won’t try it again?” She shouted defiantly.

In response, I summoned the guards stationed outside, and they promptly entered the room.

“Clear out everything in this room,” I instructed them.

“Understood, sir. We’ll take care of it right away,” one of the guards acknowledged, initiating the process of removing every item in the room, both large and small.

“I’d like to witness how you plan to end your life in this manner,” I remarked after the room had been cleared of all its contents.

She scoffed and then rose to her feet in front of me. What was her intention? She went down on her knees, lowering her head until it made contact with the floor.

In disbelief, I rushed toward her. “Stop this immediately!” I commanded, grasping her hands to prevent her from continuing. Her forehead already showed signs of bruising.

Holding her shoulders firmly, I questioned her, “What do you think you’re doing?” She broke into tears.

“I told you I was scared. No one cares about me, no one gives a damn. What do you expect me to do in this situation? Do you want me to end my own life? What are you doing to me? Don’t you realize how much you’re hurting me?” she sobbed, seeking answers.

I couldn’t summon any sympathy for her. She was the one responsible for my elder sister’s death. I shouldn’t even be engaging with her right now.

As the one with the authority to deliver justice, I had the right to end her life and make her suffer. “You didn’t believe me. Why would I want to harm your sister? Investigate this matter for yourself. After I left the restroom, I heard a scream, only to find out your sister had been killed,” she attempted to explain.

What she explained started to make sense; there was no apparent reason for her to harm my sister. Clearly, something must have transpired between them. As she went to use the room, the whole situation became increasingly confusing.

I decided that a discreet, private reinvestigation was necessary. I gently released my grasp on her, and she sat on the bed, resembling someone lifeless.

Had I been too harsh on her?

“You should stay here for a while,” I instructed her before exiting the room.

“Keep a close eye on her, check on her regularly. She might be prone to attempting suicide again,” I instructed the guards stationed outside her room, glancing at the door before walking away.

I called my Omega, the one person I trusted to handle this. I needed him to find out the truth of that night.

“You called for me, boss,” he said as he entered the room.

“Yes, I need you to investigate this current issue,” I told him, handing him the list of guests present on that day.

Elara’s POV:

I stared at the mirror before me, my hands shaking as I looked at myself. I was the one who killed Ena. It had just happened, and I couldn’t believe I was about to explain it.

I wished I could have stopped myself, but I couldn’t. Putting the blame on her seemed like the only way to divert suspicion away from me.

Alicia’s POV:

A surge of conflicting emotions overwhelmed me. His presence brought a sense of assurance, reminiscent of when we were still together. When he claimed he was the only one with the right to end my life, it felt as if he still harbored feelings for me. It was a confusing sensation I couldn’t fully grasp.

I remained perched on the edge of the bed when she entered the room – Elara. What was she doing here? She locked the door behind her.

“Why are you here?” I questioned her, to which she just smirked.

“Do you think you can gain favor with people by ending your own life? Did you truly believe that would solve anything? I never thought you were this foolish,” she said, nearly laughing at me.

“You should leave. I’m not like you. I won’t fake being sick. I’m just starting to recover. So, get out of here,” I instructed, but she continued laughing.

Approaching me, she squatted down to my level. “I wished you died and didn’t wake up again,” she whispered in my ear, while I chuckled.

“You wished I died? Just like the way you wished for Ena’s death, and then ended up killing her?” I confronted her, and her shocked reaction was evident. She seemed shaken, possibly wondering how I discovered the truth, which I kept to myself.

“Do you want me to call Lucian for you? Do you even understand what you’re saying? Can you hear yourself? What do you mean by ‘I wished for her death and got to kill her’? It seems like you have some issue with me. I’ll let Lucian know about what you just said,” she threatened, and I nodded.

I despised her denial, acting as if she wasn’t the one. She was the one in the blue dress that day.

“There could be many people in blue dresses that day. You don’t have to take it seriously,” a voice in my head reasoned as I sighed deeply in exhaustion.