"S-Stop! Please!"
"Shut up! You should just spread your legs and let us alphas have fun!"
"No! Please! Ugh!"
I remembered that day vividly. Groans of pain as those alphas jumped on me were all I could muster.
It was one of the events that happened in my past life. After being kidnapped when I was going out for a walk, I became a bargaining chip for those kidnappers to gain ransom.
They chained me while having fun with my body. Being held down by four alphas with a huge size difference, of course becoming their relief machine was all I could do.
I was helpless.
"What's this? Even as a recessive, your pheromone smells this good huh?"
The first night after they kidnapped me, I entered my heat cycle. It's my body's reaction after being dunked by alpha's pheromone for hours.
And those kidnappers' first instinct was of course, to plant their mark on me.
"Mmph!"
"You're secretly enjoying this aren't you? You omega slut!"
The rasp and heavy pants filled my ears. Even as they knotted with me, my mind was only focused on one person.
Keith.
My partner and husband.
Someone – whom I prayed with all my heart – would come and save me.
But reality wasn't as beautiful as I wanted it to be.
It wasn't until the third day that Keith showed up. With a suitcase in hand, he negotiated with the boss and exchanged my life for money.
"K-Keith."
I called out to him, wanting at least a little bit of help from him. But his piercing gaze and cold tone broke my heart.
"Get up, you are embarrassing me."
I stared at him in disbelief, hoping what he said was a joke, but the sound of his footsteps moving away didn't stop for a second.
"Is that all you could say to me?"
My voice was hoarse, and my throat hurt, but if I didn't ask this question now, I would forever regret it.
He stopped in his tracks, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes, "Yes." And walked away, leaving me behind.
His affirmation was the sharpest blade that had ever pierced my heart.
"…"
"Haha…"
A small laugh slipped out of my mouth.
"Ahahahaha!"
Before it turned into full-blown manic laughter.
'That's it, that's all I weighed in his eyes.'
A decoration to display.
Our relationship was just a show for the media, it was never a platonic relationship between friends, let alone lovers. We were just an item and his owner.
Even when I caught a fever from infections, even as I healed myself from trauma, Keith was never there for me.
I was alone, completely alone.
That's why I lost all hope in him.
And I wouldn't let that kind of tragedy happen to me again.
CLICK!
I feel the revolver in my hand. This piece of metal was the only friend I could rely on. Grinning widely, I loaded the bullets one by one.
"Hmm… I wonder… What name should I give you?"
I hummed in joy as I marveled at my new friend's beauty. Thinking of every person I had ever met and digging every historical figure's name in the world, I finally decided on a name for this friend of mine.
"Cecily."
A smile formed on my face as I shone my new friend to the sunlight pouring from the window. The glimmer of her body captivated my heart.
"I feel like I'm going blind from your beauty alone, so from now on, you're Cecily."
People might think I was crazy for naming my gun, but I couldn't help it. I always put a melancholic meaning in every gun I had used so far, after all, if people betrayed me, my gun would be the only partner I had.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Mr. Yolan, the master is calling for you. He's waiting in the dining room."
"… Alright."
One of the servants called out from beyond the door. Stashing my revolver on my waist, I covered it as best as I could before I went out of my room.
When I opened the door, the weary face of Zylvar household's head butler came into my view.
"Mr. Yolan, are you having a fight with the master?"
"Not really, you will know why soon."
Although the master of this house treated me like trash, the servant didn't. It's because as the madam of this house, I was the one in charge of the servants and other things related to this house's accounting.
But that was irrelevant to me anymore. Though I felt sorry for the servants, I already made up my mind to divorce Keith. That was something no one could change no matter how much they asked me to.
Walking mindlessly through the hallway, I finally arrived in front of the dining room.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Excuse me."
I said my greetings as I entered, but what greeted my nose was a full-blown strawberry jam-like pheromone. Something only an omega would smell like.
"Ah, so that's your current wife?" A chirp-like voice followed.
I scanned the room and spotted an unknown man sitting beside Keith. Judging from the pheromone he's emitting, he was undoubtedly courting Keith, and Keith – who let it be – must have also accepted the man's advances on him.
The fact that he invited another omega while this house already had one certainly only meant one thing.
'It's not a disrespect anymore, this is already a humiliation to my name.'
According to the law, cheating was enough reason to justify killing someone, but I held it in. Though killing people was my every Monday, making my beloved Cecily fired her first shot for these kinds of people was an insult for her.
I raised my chin and completely ignored the man's existence – asking the owner of this household instead.
"If you want a new wife, you should chase me out of this house first. Why would you bother introducing us?"
Keith said in a low voice. "Sign the divorce papers on the table, the judge will finalize it within today. I have already arranged for our marriage vow to be broken at the end of the month, so I brought Richie here to familiarize himself with the house first."
"Yes, nice to meet you Yolan."
The man – Richie – waved his hand with a bright smile on his face. With that face, one could say he looked innocent and naïve, yet sly at the same time.
His shameless behavior made me scoff.
'I guess you need that level of shamelessness to snatch another person's husband.'
To completely divorce someone, you need to do it by law and by religion, so once I signed this paper – while we were still husband and wife under the eyes of God Uola – we weren't tied by marriage under the eyes of law.
Signing the paper on the table, I asked, "That's all you need to say to me right?"
"Yes."
That one word of affirmation was all I needed to pack my belongings and leave this accursed house for good.
With my suitcase in hand, I walked down the streets with light steps. I almost hummed in joy as I skipped on my steps – like a child on a walk.
'It's been so long since the last time I tasted freedom.'
After my parents' company slowly declined, I was married off to someone I didn't love. Even after years of being together and giving all my heart to him, I was treated less than air.
I was living in a cage where all I could do was keep up my appearance for his sake. And after the War of Throne started, all I could think about was to keep my position and reclaim my past.
'Fortunately, the past I am living right now pays off really well.'
A smile formed on my face. Hopefully, this time I could live my life better.
"Hmm… If he hates me that much that he brought his new lover in as soon as I ask for divorce… I wonder why Keith never asks me for it first."
Well, whatever the reason was, it wasn't my concern anymore.
'I should search for a new apartment and train my body for the upcoming War of Throne.'
With that, I opened my phone and started typing.
.
.
"You can sign here and the room is yours."
"Deal."
I signed the contract and paid the landlord with a single swipe of my card. Now, a small studio on the outskirts of the street was mine to live in.
Even if I looked like this, I was still a second-generation heir of a famous – now bankrupted – food company. I was loaded with money before I moved in to Zylvar household, and my parents' inheritance all fell onto me, so I didn't struggle financially. I could live a slow life for a few years before I started searching for jobs.
But once the War of Throne start, even this amount of wealth was still not enough.
"Now that I think about it, I had to smuggle money in my previous life, that was such a hassle to do."
I scratched my cheek as I reminisced on memories. Processing the corrupt money to launder it under the government's watchful eyes was certainly a thing I did with no remorse.
I was a criminal thorough and thorough.
Unpacking my belongings, I dusted the leftover dirt off my hands. I didn't really have that many belongings to begin with, so storing them in my apartment was easy. No, more like, I needed more stuff in here.
"It feels so empty."
Although there's a built-in kitchen and toilet, there's no bed or at least a fridge to fulfill basic necessities. Heck, I didn't even have a kettle or a pan to cook.
"I still have a lot of work to do to turn this place into something I could truly call home."
A content sigh escaped my lips. I couldn't help it, I was someone who enjoyed the process as much as the result. If this small place were to be the start of my new life, so be it.
No matter how long it took to renovate or decorate this place, this was my first step to defy my fate. And I wouldn't let my past life haunt me or blind me in my steps toward my better future.
"I'm such an optimist."
In this life, my happiness would be number one, my safety would be number two and my well-being would be number three.
"A selfish optimist to be precise."
I lived for me, myself and I.
And that would be my motto in the future.