Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Julie’s POV:

I walked up to the room, holding the knife Jack gave me. It was pure silver, like an ordinary fruit knife.

The villa was dark, and there was no light at all. My eyes had long been damaged from being imprisoned for a long time. I couldn’t see anything in the dark. I often fell down the stairs or in front of the table and chairs, but I got up stiffly and stubbornly walked toward my destination like a zombie.

I felt fear, not because of the darkness, but because of my child.

How was his health? The Evaria Family treasured him so much, so why didn’t they treat his illness?

1 was sure Jack wasn’t doing well. Maybe the Evaria Family pampered him, but they couldn’t provide much comfort. Jack was like a daffodil in the desert. He lived in an artificial water source, but it could not change his terrible and barren environment.

My child had been spoiled, both physically and spiritually.

This made me feel endless pain, and 1 began to blame myself. I knew it was not my fault, but a mother always had a sense of mission for her child.

Jack, my Jack, if only I had been stronger and tougher back then.

But soon, my heart was filled with another kind of fear. When I saw the woman lying motionless on the sofa in the small living room with the help of the lightning, 1 almost screamed in horror.

She was my colleague, an ordinary middle-aged woman. She usually liked to slack off, but now she fell into the dark living room like a piece of rotten meat.

Was she still alive?

Did Jack kill her?

I wanted to see her condition but couldn’t control my body. I could only watch her pass.

Then, I skipped over many people.

Every time someone appeared, my heart tightened. Whether I was familiar with them or not, my colleagues had become a rock on my back. 1 couldn’t breathe.

‘Goddess, please kill me immediately if you have a spirit in heaven. Don’t let me witness so many sins again; don’t let me be stained with blood!’

And my child! My Jack! What should he do? What should he do?

Finally, this long and dark journey came to an important point.

Layla’s room was on the top floor of this three-story villa. It had a wide view and comfortable facilities. No one was allowed to disturb it, so it was an ideal place to recuperate. Layla would occasionally invite me to chat with her and read books. This was also a rare opportunity for me to relax for a while.

But now, that intoxicating paradise was gone. I could see that behind the door was a boundless hell of pain. No one would have the chance to regret stepping into it. Sin would follow me like a shadow to my grave.

Suddenly, I heard someone talking in my ear.

“We’re here, Madam.” It was Jack. He wasn’t here, but he was in my head. “Open this door, complete your mission, and everything will end quietly. Don’t worry about your colleagues. I have no interest in the lowly. They are just asleep. When they wake up, they will be honored to be able to participate in such a wonderful event.”

“Give up, Jack. You should know that Layla is not an ordinary person. If she dies, you will be hunted down endlessly.”

I tried to persuade him, but I only got a maniacal laugh. “Who is Layla? She is just a lucky commoner! She relies on the charity of the Oromalivera Family to get to where she was today. She does not deserve everything! Her greatest value is to exchange her death for peace. She must be honored by this.”

I didn’t understand what Jack was talking about. My intuition told me there must be some big conspiracy behind this, but 1 was just a servant. I had no way of knowing anything.

“Don’t worry, Madam.” Jack’s patience was quickly exhausted. “No one will track down the murderer behind a suicide because she did it herself, didn’t she? Open that door and do everything I told you to do.”

His voice disappeared, and I couldn’t help but turn the doorknob.

It was quiet and dark. Behind the door was a black hole that seemed to be able to swallow everything. I couldn’t see anything; all I could sense was an irreversible death.

No, no, no. Stop! Stop it!

No matter how much 1 screamed in my heart, it was useless. Tears gushed out, wetting my cheeks and collar. The wet fabric seemed to be colder than the weapon in my hand.

I slowly approached the layers of curtains.

Behind the light muslin and silk was a large, soft bed. I had personally arranged the bedding and feather pillows softer than clouds, so I knew how comfortable it was to lie down and sleep on them.

Now, it was Layla who was lying on it.

She did not wake up, even though she was a vigilant person, and the commotion I caused was not small. I knew it was because of Jack. He had put Layla into a deep sleep, just like he had controlled the people downstairs so that she would die unknowingly.

One layer, two layers, three layers. When I pulled away the layers of cloth, I finally saw the person on the bed..