Pampered by My Secret Husband

Dark and cold.

Isabel’s entire body was trembling, saltwater dampened the wound, the pain was so intense she wished she could faint.

However, they wouldn’t let her lose consciousness.

She also understood that this time, Lucifer would not let her go.

”Lucifer... you misunderstood, you really misunderstood me...”

Misunderstanding?

Lucifer let out a cold laugh, he tapped her face with the knife, ”Isabel, you tell me, what did I misunderstand?”

”What you mentioned, those were mistakes I made when I was young and ignorant, I didn’t do it on purpose...”

”You were jealous of Cecilia, was that also a misunderstanding?”

Not a single word from her was believed by Lucifer.

If it hadn’t been for Cecilia holding him back for so many years, considering that she was her cousin sister, he would have taught Isabel a lesson long ago.

Isabel, though, didn’t wait for him to act, she was eager to strike first.

Cecilia had suffered so much, how could a simple misunderstanding overshadow all of it?

This matter demands a blood debt paid with blood, it won’t be settled so easily.

Tears streamed down Isabel’s cheeks, tears slid across her cheek, her wound hurt again, she held back the tears with great effort, ”I don’t deny, I envy my cousin sister, but... how many women in Country F don’t envy her?”

”Is that your reason and excuse for hurting Cecilia?” Lucifer gripped the knife tightly, the cold blade barely touched her face when Isabel’s fear caused her to burst into tears and snot.

Her eyes were shut tightly, and she cried out miserably, ”Lucifer, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong... I beg you not to hurt me!”

”When Cecilia was suffering from these injuries, did you ever consider that she was your cousin sister?”

”I really know I was wrong, I’m willing to apologize to my cousin sister, I can even kneel to apologize...”

”When Cecilia’s face was being scarred, did you ever think she would feel pain too?”

”Lucifer, I’m begging you... whatever amount of money you want, I can give it to you...”

The blade grazed her skin, bringing a burning pain.

The first cut didn’t break the skin.

Lucifer weighed the knife in his hand, ”How unfortunate, didn’t even draw blood.”

Upon hearing the words, Isabel propped herself on the ground with both hands, fearfully inching backward.

”No... don’t treat me like this... you can’t treat me like this...”

”Whether I can treat you like this or not, you’ll find out later.” Lucifer picked up the knife, and in her fearful eyes and heart-wrenching screams, he slashed her face.

Her skin split open, deep enough to see the bone.

A long scar stretched from the cheekbone all the way to the chin.

Isabel fainted from the pain, Lucifer picked up the knife and studied the knife mark for a while.

Lucifer snorted coldly, handed the knife to Leo beside him, took the towel that Leo handed over to clean his hands, and coldly ordered, ”Cut her face once every day, let her taste the feeling of living worse than death.”

Leo nodded, ”Yes, Your Highness.”

......

Sophie Sullivan had a nightmare, it was rare for her to dream about her Daddy.

In the dream, she was still her childhood self, a tiny Cecilia, sitting on her Daddy’s legs, using his pen to scribble and doodle on the file.

Daddy just dotingly pinched her chubby little cheek, smiling and watching her do as she pleased.

The scene changed, and she saw her Daddy looking at her with disappointment, words stuck in his throat.

Cecilia didn’t know what had happened, she repeatedly questioned.