Chapter2

Lucien looked furious during our wedding ceremony. He stood there with a dark, stormy face.

I kept my perfect, fake smile, glancing up at the balcony.

My sweet sister, Vivienne, had hidden a recording crystal up there. It was my insurance policy.

If Lucien ever crossed the line and acted out, I would have absolute proof for a divorce.

She was fighting her own battles in her new marriage, yet she still found a way to protect me.

I didn't want to let her down. I linked my arm through Lucien’s and secretly pinched his waist hard.

"Smile," I whispered through gritted teeth. "You had plenty of charm when you were flirting with my makeup artist earlier."

Lucien jumped. His pale skin instantly turned bright red.

I blinked. I only pinched him—why was he blushing like a tomato?

Luckily, that little shock kept him in line for the rest of the ceremony.

But his good behavior completely evaporated when we arrived at the grand reception that evening.

Lucien immediately went back to his old tricks. He openly let a gorgeous Fae ambassador wrap her arm around him and whisper in his ear. The aristocrats were whispering. It was a calculated move to show me who was boss .

Well, two could play that game.

I didn't cry or throw a tantrum. I snapped my fingers, and the ballroom doors swung open. In walked Lord Kaelen, the most handsome Fae in the capital. I had hired him .

Kaelen strode right across the floor, bowed deeply, and swept me onto the dance floor.

"Ready to make him crazy, my Lady?" Kaelen whispered.

"Absolutely," I smiled, deliberately pressing close to Kaelen's solid chest .

I glanced over Kaelen’s shoulder. Lucien wasn't smirking anymore.

Actually, he looked like he was about to commit a murder. His eyes were locked dead onto Kaelen’s hand, which was resting on my lower back.

The moment the music stopped, Lucien marched onto the floor. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the ballroom.

He slammed the door of our bedroom and backed me against the wall of the foyer, trapping me with his arms.

"Who was that?" he demanded, his voice dangerously low with sudden jealousy.

I said calmly, " I hired him to keep me entertained. Since you were so busy "

Lucien opened his mouth to argue, but then he suddenly paused.

"You pinched me earlier," he said, completely changing the subject.

I frowned. "And?"

"The sides of my waist are my magic core. It is the most sensitive, private part of a Fae. "

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Are you going to touch me like that again, Evelyn?"

I didn't hesitate. I brought my knee up and kicked him hard in the thigh.

"You kicked me."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He looked thrilled. "Do it again?"

I stared at him. Is he crazy?

Before I could react, he pulled me into a tight hug. His nose burying into my neck, breathing me in .

I pushed hard . "Back off," I snapped . "You're dirty. Everyone knows your reputation."

Lucien froze. His pointed ears visibly drooped.

"I am not dirty!" he protested loudly. "The Mistmoon Court uses illusions and sweet words for politics, but we don't sleep around! A Fae's first time is strictly saved for their mate! I have never touched anyone else!"

I stared at him in disbelief. Was the great playboy prince actually a virgin? And he was acting proud of it?

"Prove it," I challenged.

.......

The next morning, my waist ached so much I could barely roll over.

Lucien had certainly "proved" it.

It proved that he had endless stamina. Whenever I told him to stop , he just got more excited.

Not taking any chances, I pulled out a hidden vial, and swallowed a strong contraceptive pill.

In my past life, my husband Alistair caught me taking these pills. He was furious. He dragged me out of the house, took me straight to the hospital, and forced the doctors to make me throw them up.

"Giving me an heir is your duty as a wife," Alistair had shouted at me, his face cold and controlling. Since then, he watched everything I ate and drank.

But Alistair wasn't my husband anymore.

I looked around the huge, messy, empty bedroom and sighed with pure relief. I was free to take my medicine . I wasn't a breeding machine anymore. I could do whatever I wanted.

Lucien was already gone. I vaguely remembered his communication crystal ringing loudly right at dawn. I heard a woman's sweet, whiny voice crying on the other end before Lucien jumped out of bed, looking annoyed. He kissed my forehead and rushed out. He was probably off seeing one of his "girlfriends" .

Good. We could completely play our own games.

I picked up my crystal to call Vivienne.

"How are you doing, Eve?" she asked, her voice crackling through the magic glass.

In our past lives, Vivienne suffered so much because she was too gentle to fight back against her cheating Fae husband. The mistresses had bullied her to death. But this time?

"I'm doing great," I told her, stretching my stiff shoulders. "What about you?"

"I'm very happy," she said softly. "The Duke is strict with his rules, yes, but he actually listens when I set my boundaries."

Knowing my sister had things under control, I finally relaxed. I hung up the crystal, threw on my silk robe, and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water.

Just then, the heavy front doors opened. Lucien was back. He was holding several expensive bags of breakfast from the capital's best Elven bakery.

But he wasn't alone.

Standing right behind him was a young, beautiful Fae girl. She was clutching his clothes, crying her eyes out.

I stopped halfway down the stairs. I crossed my arms. I looked down at them with absolute zero emotion.

Lucien looked up, saw my icy expression, and his ears twitched nervously.

"Lucien," I said coldly, my voice ringing through the quiet hall. "I see you brought breakfast. And a puppy."