The Forbidden Affair

Beatrice collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with a mix of rage, humiliated and despair. The sound of the couple's moans now only added fuel to her pain, reminding her of the betrayal that had just occurred.

Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. She wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to release the pain she was feeling. But instead, she just stood there frozen, unable to move or speak.

However, not only sadness and despair that she felt, it was anger and humiliation too, because her ego has been crushed into pieces. So she breathed out and stood up even when her body was still trembling.

Her body shook with anger as she stood up, her hand trembling as she opened the door to the grand room. The sight before her filled her with a mixture of shock and disgust. The two of them were entwined in a passionate embrace, their moans echoing through the room.

Before they could react, Beatrice approached them, her eyes full of fury. She slapped her fiancé with all her might, her nails digging into his skin and drawing blood.

"How could you do this to me, Edward?!" Beatrice shouted, her voice shaking with fury. "We've been engaged for two years, and you go behind my back to cheat with my own mother?!"

Edward tried to speak, but Beatrice cut him off. "No! You don't get to talk, you coward!" She pointed a shaking finger at him. "You have no idea the humiliation and betrayal I feel right now!"

Her mother screamed in outrage and slapped Beatrice in return. The woman screamed, "How dare you, Beatrice, you ungrateful wench!" and stood up, slapping Beatrice across the face. The sound echoed through the grand room, and Beatrice held her cheek, her hands still trembling.

"You are not my mother anymore, you disgusting whore!" Beatrice slapped her mother back. Her mother froze in fear, she realized the consequences of her action and what would happen next.

Beatrice would never be silent about this! "I would tell Father!" her sounds loud and clear.

Edward looked at her, guilt written all over his face. "I'm sorry, Beatrice. I never meant for it to happen. I can explain this," he said, trying to calm her down as he searched for something to cover himself.

With a trembling voice and tears in her eyes, Beatrice's mother pleaded with her daughter, "My dear, please don't do this to your mother. Think about how this will affect me and our family. Please, Beatrice."

She knew just how much Beatrice meant to her father and how easily she could manipulate him. All it would take was one word from Beatrice, and everything would be over. But she needed to shut her up.

She continued, "You know how much your father loves you. If he knows this he would be sad and disappointed with you! Don't you want to see him happy? Don't you want to please him?" Her words were like honey, sweet and alluring, designed to wrap around Beatrice's mind and pull her in. She knew just how to push her daughter's buttons, and she wasn't afraid to use them to get what she wanted.

The betrayal from her mother was like a knife in her back, twisting and turning until the pain was unbearable. How could she sleep with her own daughter's fiancé, then have the audacity to slap her and hurl insults at her? Beatrice felt like she was drowning in a sea of emotions - anger, hurt, and shame all swirling around inside her.

Beatrice was no fool. She could see through her mother's manipulations and the fake tears she shed. She knew that her mother's only concern was for herself and her own desires. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face twisted in anger and despair. "How could you?" she spat, her voice low and filled with venom.

As her mind raced, something inside her snapped. She couldn't take it anymore. Her heart was breaking apart, and her pride was shattered. Beatrice's gaze burned with a fiery intensity as she glared at the two of them. Every fiber of her being was consumed by a white-hot rage, a fury so intense that it threatened to overwhelm her.

The atmosphere in the room was tense as Beatrice's anger began to simmer beneath the surface. She searched the room, her eyes flicking from one object to another until she settled on a glass of wine. She snatched it up and downed its contents in one gulp, her body trembling with rage.

Alicia watched her daughter's actions with growing concern. "What are you doing with that glass, Beatrice?" she asked, her voice shaky with fear.

"I'm going to kill you!" Beatrice spat out, her eyes blazing with fury. Her voice was low and guttural, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

Alicia's heart raced with fear as she realized the severity of the situation. She had never seen her daughter like this before, and the sight of her daughter holding a glass with such rage made her feel sick to her stomach. "You're crazy! I'm your mother!" she pleaded, hoping to calm her daughter down.

But Beatrice was beyond reason. "I told you, you're not!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls. And with that, she hurled the glass at her mother.

PRAANGGG!!!! 

The glass shattered against her mother's temple with a loud crash, and she slumped to the floor, bleeding, unconscious and naked with her disgusting body that made Beatrice want to puke. But what hurt Beatrice, even more, was that Edward rushed to her mother's side, concern etched on his face in a way he had never shown her. It was frustrating and made something inside of her snap.

"Alicia!!! Wake up, are you alright!! Wake up Alicia!" he said face full of horror

"And you, Edward! All this time, I thought your manhood was impotent! But you, hahaha, how could you? You useless prick!" Beatrice laughed hysterically, holding a bottle of wine in her hand. She slammed it onto the table, shattering it into a jagged weapon.

"I will kill you, you cunt!" Beatrice yelled, her face twisted in rage and tears. All her emotions blended together, and she gripped the bottle tightly, ready to strike. Edward realized what she was about to do and backed away, holding his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, Beatrice. Please, let's talk about this in a more civilized manner! Please, I'm so sorry, Beatrice," he pleaded, slowly edging towards the door.

But Beatrice was beyond reason, consumed by her anger, shame, and despair. "There's nothing to talk about, Edward. You and my mother are both dead to me!"

Her voice shook with emotion, her eyes cold as she stared at him down. Edward hesitated for a moment before turning to run out the door. Beatrice lunged at him with the broken wine bottle, but he managed to dodge her in time. 

She stood there, panting and shaking with rage as Edward disappeared out of sight. Her mother was still lying on the ground, bleeding and unconscious. Beatrice didn't care. She felt like her world had ended, and there was nothing left for her to do but scream.

She let out a primal scream that echoed through the grand room, tears streaming down her face. The pain, the betrayal, and the humiliation were too much to bear. She sank to the ground, her body wracked with sobs, feeling shame and betrayed at the same time. 

As Beatrice trembled with anger, unbeknownst to her, her amulet, which had been given by the priest, began to glow with an intense red light that was accompanied by a sinister black aura.

The once-beautiful pendant now seemed to pulse with ominous energy, as if it were alive and aware of the turmoil within Beatrice's heart. She was completely unaware of this, as all her attention was focused on the scene before her.

 … 

As Edward finally escaped from that hell, he couldn't help but curse his luck. How could he have known that Beatrice would turn out to be so crazy? He was rather betrothed to a lady from another noble family, it didn't matter if they didn't have any good reputation. Because this family was insane! 

The very thought of Beatrice made Edward's blood boil. It was her fault that he was cheating on her mother! She didn't even bother to cover herself afterward - there was no way she was still a virgin. He had always suspected as much, with her dirty and slutty ways.

It was no wonder he had never touched her! and her mother was far more understanding than Beatrice, who was always being guarded by her brute brother. It made him wonder, were they an incestuous family or something?

Arthur, that damned brother of Beatrice's, was also to blame. He always looked at Edward in such a degrading manner, as if he were beneath him. Didn't they know he was a prince? They should have been bowing and scraping before him, not treating him like some lowly peasant. This damned crazy family was completely out of line!

But before he could run away any further, a sudden punch to his stomach doubled him over, and he was dragged back into the room.