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Duchess Of Sebria

Chapter 5 Parted Ways

Word Count: 2083    |    Released on: 01/01/2023

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scream. She hastily hoisted on her saggy mattress and next finding the door of her ser

lammy mud smeared on her bare chest. Renai grabbed them and meekly looked at her. "

ghed at me. Because of you...because of these shitty shoes. How can you be such an irresponsible bitch?" She screeched and trudged clos

n't...I...I...stop..." Renai tried to reason be

toss her to the other side with her feeble hands, but Gaia now sat on her chest,

se of you," She slapped aga

er neck and the next she was strangling her with full force. Renai's mouth desperately gasped for air, her fran

hdrew her hands and smirked. Renai coughed and pulled gulps of air to fil

up a slave like you, otherwise you would have been long dead by now,"

for the deliveries," She said and slam-sh

ext moment would be her last moment. But fate liked playing with her. Death wasn't coming easy to her. She had been meeting her death angel for ei

ch would not let her die. She would bring her back an

r come to you!" A voi

sed the thin blanket and leapt out of her mattress, striding outside. Her room was near the stable so every time she walked

utside the entrance of her house when she reached their home. Celina sized her up with scathing eyes and sco

ke telling her than asking. Renai nodded,

leave for inside. Renai nodded without knowing she walked away. Celina shouted for Renai to follow her, her leg

yes cautiously spared her a glance, her hands firmly tied together. Celina jutted her chin toward the boxes and R

ermission, she

finish the tasks. Renai

out but she kept her head toward the road. Her heart lured her into sparing them a glance but she didn't li

ool girls. Her hand went straight for the brakes, a smile broke on her lips when she found girls snatching up one girl over

g and pretended like she never saw them. Deep down her heart ached

her cousins. She was a seeker of knowledge, she craved to educate herself,

a what they had

eries. It was her daily life. She came back at eleven in the evening and did the

her ghosts would come back to follow her. Ghosts,

ke up three days later in her aunt's house. That was the last time when she saw

n they crept down. He had never

t her bombarding mind. It took her an hour but

se muscles. She was engrossed in brushing its back when a sudden pat hit her back. She hurriedly turned around and

mach. Renai tried to dodge her several times but could

ou bitch," Cassia laughed wa

nst the door when she locked her room and took a breath of relief. After ta

er filled bucket at the corner of the hood and took a bath. After changing into

and ended with the same pat

llowed the direction of the voice to not fall under her wrath. Celina was in her room, her spectacles sitting low bar the bridge of her nose as she skimmed through

le minute later she was blessed to hear. "Pack your luggage," Her unpredicted words puzzled Renai, Cel

g exercise for asking. "W..Why?" Celina lowly huffed and shot a glare

g Renai aback to the hilt. This was the same woman who scared her to death by

homeland's mention. One second she felt enraptured over the thought of goi

dnight," Celina replie

so she nodded and turned around. Just as she took three steps, "Don't you want to

The revelation stunned Renai into a statue. Her heart sank in the pit of her stomach hearing the information. "He wanted to marry you off with

flung to her, now that hit her like a train. Her breathing turned rough as tears pooled in her eyes. Her c

't oblivious to the fact that he hated her but she loved him. She loved him exactly like a daughter would love her father, like he was her hero even when all he ever

was also someone in the room. She levered up her head with a snivel

of her hand. "Would you not come

t to waste my time and my tears for fake lame

ft for her room to pick up a few things and clothe

d Sebria

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