This long-awaited wedding had finally taken place; the hall fell silent, whilst all eyes were fixed on the couple, who looked absolutely stunning to everyone present.At the cathedral’s main altar, Theodore Cordova stood tall, whilst beside him, Lily Spencer stood gracefully, though her cold expression remained difficult to conceal. Unfortunately, the atmosphere outside the altar was actually noisier than the priest’s chanting of prayers."I still can't believe Lily actually strung him along for a whole year and turned down dozens of his confessions. Theodore is the sole heir to the Guardian of the North—isn't she afraid of overplaying her hand?""Overplaying her hand? Please! You have no idea—the more she rejects him, the harder Theodore simps for her. Last time, just to hold her hand once, he even gave her a Rank-X weapon worth millions!""Good heavens, isn't that a divine weapon even Rank-X masters would fight tooth and nail for? Lily is just the King's illegitimate daughter—how d

Theodore strode forward with his back straight. His footsteps echoed heavily, shattering the silence of the magnificent east wing corridor. He was flanked by Kael, the giant captain of the Northern Region’s Iron Blood Guard.Right at the end of the corridor, blocking the gold-inlaid mahogany door leading to Theodore’s private chambers, a woman in a maid’s uniform stood haughtily. She was Martha, Lily’s personal maid, who for the past three years had always looked down on Theodore.Upon seeing the room’s owner approach, rather than bowing respectfully, Martha instead planted her hands on her hips. Her chin was held high, mirroring her mistress’s arrogance to a tee.“Stop right there, Young Master Theodore!” she snapped loudly, her shrill voice cutting through the corridor without the slightest hint of deference.“Have you gone deaf? Miss Lily and Young Master Gerald must not be disturbed! They are attending to very important business inside. As a man of self-respect, you ought to wait

“Sigh! Your offer is truly revolting, Princess,” hissed Theodore, glaring at Lily with a look of utter contempt. Although Lily was now wearing only sheer underwear—without the ice-silk wedding gown and the pile of jewelled ornaments that had been forcibly removed earlier—her blue eyes still radiated the remnants of a cunning arrogance. Lily deliberately bit her lower lip gently, allowing a single tear to roll down her smooth cheek. She deliberately let her bare shoulders tremble slightly, displaying a fragile, feeble and heart-rending resignation, trying to persuade Theodore with a pitiful display that no man could possibly resist. “Theodore… if this can appease your anger,” Lily whispered through her sobs, adopting the expression of a helpless woman that had always succeeded in melting the heart of the Cordova clan’s heir in the past. “Then touch me as you please. Make me yours tonight… as long as you let Gerald live!” Far from being moved in the slightest by Lily’s act, Theo

The creaking of the mahogany bed clattered loudly against the marble floor, in time with every jolt of Theodore’s body as it moved wildly and relentlessly. Gerald’s furious groans and curses, seeping through the crack in the door, did not dampen the Northern heir’s passion; rather, they set his blood ablaze with extraordinary satisfaction. Every roar from the corridor outside made Theodore relish this humiliation all the more.Theodore gripped Lily’s slender hips, forcing her to look up into his face.“Listen carefully, Princess,” whispered Theodore with a cruel grin. “Your secret lover is singing sweetly to accompany our game out there.”“Ahhh... T-Theodore... stop... please... ah!” Lily moaned in exhaustion, her tears spilling onto the silk pillow. She tried to resist, but Theodore’s physical strength—doubled after drinking the antidote—left her body paralysed under his absolute dominance.Theodore deliberately varied the rhythm and angle of his thrusts, pressing against the prince

"Ck."Theodore raised an eyebrow, staring at the silver scissors pressed against Lily’s neck, not a trace of fear on his face.“Are you still trying to threaten me with your own life?” asked Theodore flatly, his voice calm yet laced with scornful derision.“Yes!” cried Lily, breathless and her lips trembling with suppressed emotion. Tears of despair welled up in her eyes, but her pride refused to yield. “Don’t lay a finger on Gerald again! If you dare take another step, my blood will soak this floor right now!”Theodore remained utterly unmoved. The threat of suicide, which Lily regarded as her final trump card, was nothing more than meaningless drivel to his ears. His gaze remained as cold as an icy chasm, and a thin, cruel smirk actually appeared on his lips.Without wasting a single second, Theodore glanced at the captain of the guards.“Kael.”“At your service, Young Master!” replied the captain, standing at the ready.“Cut off the other leg,” Theodore ordered casually, his words