Becoming A Step-son's Mistress

Chapter 7

Cynthia's POV

I managed to muster up the courage to go to Arther for mercy. I heard he was in the study, and even though my body still hurt, I still struggled to get up from the floor to go to him for mercy, or at least to explain the situation to him. Lucy obviously meant well for me, but how could she be punished for what happened to me?

I don't know how Mark will punish her…

But Arther did not even want to listen to what I said, the indifference on his face made me extremely embarrassed, so he already hated me so much, I was fearful, but at the same time I had a complicated feeling.

All the things that happened were not what I expected. They even wouldn't tolerate anyone showing the slightest sympathy for me.

His cold back stung my eyes, I stood in place for a long time with tears streaming down my face, I had no choice but to go to Mr. Madison, I knew it could be another beating, my body was already extremely weak, if I was beaten again, I might really die.

But I couldn't just stand by and watch something happen to Lucy. My heart wouldn't allow me to hide behind someone else.

I wiped the tears from my face and walked with heavy steps to Mr. Madison's study. I took several deep breaths before I could knock on the door, but it suddenly opened from the inside.

After seeing me standing outside the door, he paused for two seconds and then looked even more gloating as he turned his head slightly sideways and said to the person inside, "Mr. Madison!

Not knowing what the person inside said, Mark turned sideways and gave me a faint smile, "Madam, please come in."

At this moment my fear rose to the top, I did not know if what happened the night before would happen again, my feet could not move at all, it was my heart constantly suggesting to myself that if I did not go in and plead for mercy, Lucy might really die, which made me gather the courage to walk in.

Mr. Madison was sitting behind his desk wearing a straight shirt and vest, his tailored clothes made him look very noble and gentlemanly, but I knew better than anyone that under this gorgeous and beautiful outerwear was a heart that seemed like a demon.

"Cynthia, why are you so far away from me? Come on over." He smiled at me, but he was not really happy to see me, as if there was a false human skin mask that was just painted with a smiley face.

I subconsciously obeyed his order and took two steps forward, pleading, "Mr.Madison, please don't chastise Lucy, it's all my fault, she, she was just being nice…"

I looked at his hypocritical smile with growing fear and spoke in a smaller and smaller voice, if it weren't for my strong sense of morality restraining me, I might have been afraid to speak.

"She sent you the drugs from unknown sources, I do have to suspect that she has some plan to try to harm you." He leaned back in his chair in a relaxed position. With his hand resting on the edge of the table, I realized that his hand seemed to be twitching unconsciously.

This discovery made me odd for a moment, it was at this moment, immediately Mr. Madison noticed what I saw, his face false smile disappeared, replaced by a deep cold harshness, like the ice and snow covering the river, it looked like we were just having a conversation, but I know, if I said something wrong, very bad thing would happen.

Mr. Madison hates it when people notice that he seems to be sick and old… I turned pale at the thought, would he kill me here?

He turned his head sideways and hinted with his eyes at Mark, who received the order to come over immediately and kicked me hard in the knee, the sharp pain made me slam to the floor, Mr.Madison's looked at me with a towering look, as if he was in pity: "Cynthia, have you forgotten the rules of serving your husband? You are not allowed to stand, kneel down."

Tears of pain and cold sweat came up, I casually wiped it with the back of my hand and pleaded again, "That is not medicine from unknown sources, I, I took it, it is medicine for wounds, Lucy is kind, please chastise me, forgive Lucy!"

Mr. Madison pounded the table, the whole table made a gut-wrenching loud noise, I was so shocked by the sound that I almost let out a shrill trill.

But I held back, my dignity always had a bottom line that kept me mindful not to look so lame at all times.

"You've got a lot of nerve, Mark, bring me my whip." His gloomy voice rang out above my head and I knew I was about to get another beating. My body was trembling and it was all I could do to keep myself calm; after all, rolling around on the floor begging for mercy was ugly.

Mark immediately went to fetch the whip, which was even thicker than the one that night and had huge barbs on it, so I thought I knew what it would be like to have this whip hit my body.

Would I die? Great fear gripped me, but there was a little hidden relief inside me.

If, and I mean if, I die, then will I still be in so much pain…

But it's so reluctant, I'd rather die in the deep sea, at least I could stay with my mom and dad… But their determination to hide me before they die makes me have a strong desire to live!

I don't want to die, obviously Mr. Madison's body is sick, maybe I will have a chance to leave! I don't want to die…

I don't know where I got the courage to quickly get up from the floor, I carried my skirt and rushed to the door, whatever the consequences, I don't care, I can't die here, and I don't want to die here!

I grabbed the door handle of the study and violently opened the door of the study, Mark's exasperated voice sounded behind me: "I followed the young master, and then I found the medicine on your table, without the permission, no one can go out and give…Young master!"

He was like a duck caught in a chokehold, his voice suddenly faded, and the last trailing sound seemed very frightened, I reacted as an afterthought, there was a man in front of me blocking my way.

He was so tall that I didn't see his face when I opened the door. The shirt he was wearing was made of silk, with embroidered cuffs and collar, each embroidered with a pair of lion's eyes, and his cold and handsome face was a perfect match for the shirt. He was gazing down at me, his dark blue pupils seemed like an endless sea, making me instantly forget what I should be doing right now.

He looked at me for a few seconds and then lifted his eyes back up and placed them on Mark's face behind him, his expression as cold as ice and snow, his voice was not rushed and no emotion could be heard, "You followed me."

I subconsciously turned my head, Mark's face was pale and sweat rolled down his forehead. I could tell he was very nervous, and it made me wonder.

Was he following Arther? That… In fact, Arther found out, but did not say anything?

But when did Arther come? Why I didn't notice him at all?

"It's still daytime, father, can you handle my stepmother's desire?" He looked at me again, his tone scattered and sarcastic, and Mr.Madison's expression changed, unlike Mark's, his face was red with anger.

It took me a few seconds to realize that Arther had misunderstood, he thought I was in the study with Mr. Madison doing… Doing that kind of thing! Oh my God! I opened my mouth and tried to explain, but Mr.Madison was right behind me and I didn't know what I should say.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, I just came to inform you that Vivian will come to visit in the evening, father, you should also have a little bit of respect for your reputation." The more he said, the more he went overboard, and his expression looked strange.

Mr. Madison angrily grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at him with such force that he seemed to want to smash his head with blood!

Seeing the cup draw an arc in the air, I held my breath and forgot to dodge. The moment Arther frowned, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, and took my waist to the left side.

This action is actually very gentle, as light as a dance step, but you couldn't refuse it.

The next second the cup smashed on the door panel with a crisp ringing sound, landing on the floor in pieces.

I gasped softly for a moment before I felt a sense of gratitude for surviving the danger. God, if I hadn't dodged just now, my head would have been smashed all over with blood…

I couldn't help but feel a little grateful inside, my eyes moved down and I realized that Arther had let go of his hand and was wiping his fingers with a handkerchief.

After he finished wiping his fingers, he dropped the handkerchief on the ground and walked away without looking back, as if he just dropped a piece of garbage.

Mr. Madison was shaking with anger, like a lion in a rage, but his aura has become more and more decrepit with his age, and he was clearly at a disadvantage when compared with the young Arther.

To be honest, I was really frightened and now I am still stuck in the mood for this sudden change. Mr. Madison walked around the room grumpily, smashing all the teacups on the table, before finally calming down slowly.

I don't know what's going to happen next, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of hitting me again, so if I run away now, it should anger him even more, right?

I was a little unsure. He had his head half-lowered, and neither Mark nor I dared to speak. He suddenly lifted his head and said to Mark, "Go get the dress from that red wooden box."

Mark seemed eager to get out of here, he nodded hastily and left. I stood alertly in the doorway as he looked up at my face with a complicated expression.

Remorse, anger, unease, nostalgia, pain… These emotions intertwined, making his face contorted in a frightening way.

Mark soon returned, holding a light blue dress in his hand, it caught my attention immediately.

The skirt looked like something that would have been popular in my early childhood, it was not a gorgeous dress, but a dress for staying at home with guests, with a gentle and elegant hemline and some playful embroidery on the lining.

But this dress is obviously not new, which makes me a little curious.

Mr. Madison asked Mark to hand me the dress, I thought he would say a lot of things, but I didn't expect him to just wave his hand at me tiredly: "Wear this dress when Vivian comes over tonight, don't disgrace me."

I didn't expect to escape this beating, I don't know what Lucy's situation is now, but I didn't dare to ask more questions, holding the skirt silently left.

Vivian, this name is really familiar…

I thought about it for a long time, and when I was about to walk back to my room, I suddenly stopped in my tracks!

Vivian! Isn't that Arther's fiancée?