My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas Chapter 69: Culprit No.3 (Luther’s mother POV)

I t my husband through my parents.

There was no love or emotional connection between us. Not even physical attraction.

But there was political interest.

We were the second generation after the secondary gender appearance so the old aristocracy put pressure on us to marry-

To prove that traditional values should still be valued still since the rich and educated still follow them.

I-I didn’t like my husband. I doubt that he liked .

The only thing we shared was the pressure our families put on us and the fact that we both had soone else in secrecy.

Cassian was always rude and arrogant. The lack of humanity and the ability to use everybody as a chess piece without any emotion was highly praised.

The difference the years dug in his character was the cruelty.

My husband was not cruel to . Just indifferent.

Complint.

Uninterested.

It was fairly obvious by the lack of questions or any form of talk at our arranged dinners.

The only thing that would echo from our table was the clicking of our forks.

No small talk.

No eye contact.

Yet the marriage happened.

Expensive and flashy. Tireso and uncomfortable.

Like the years about to co.

It was never easy to be the wife of Cassian Wilkers.

Not in the beginning when in two months of marriage, all we discussed was my fertile periods so that we could provide an heir as soon as possible.

Not now.

We- on our fourth anniversary of our wedding, I publicly announced my pregnancy, letting myself float on the ocean of their praise and love.

Only Cassian didn’t react. Not at that mont.

Hours later, he pulled aside to talk.

"Is it mine?"

"Yes."

"No. It’s not."

"It is."

"We’ll test it as soon as he’s out."

Why was he so suspicious?

I did have my flaws. I even had a lover, but as soon as the diamond ring shackled my finger I was nothing but a perfect wife.

That was the first ti Cassian changed his indifference to cruelty to .

Nonetheless, I had a rocky pregnancy.

Luther was a troubleso baby-

Making sick every ti I even dared to sip a bit of water.

Nine months. Nine months of nausea, dizziness, constant hunger and headaches.

And I went through that alone.

Unlike , my husband didn’t break his secret relationship he had before the wedding. Nor was he pressured to.

Lucrezia was keeping him on a short leash.

I always wondered how she managed to turn such a stoic, vicious man into a harmless puppy. It was an eerie sight to see him levitate around her, obsessed with her every move and facial expression.

She was a truly beautiful woman.

I was not. Not anymore.

Wobbling like a penguin around the house with the servants’ help, I looked pathetically cheap.

My face would get puffy and irritated from any makeup and skincare. My skin breakout, leaving pussy zits all over.

Despite my hunger, my belly grew extrely big, making it difficult to move an inch. Under the pressure, veins popped on my bony legs.

I couldn’t drag myself to walk more than a few steps outside my room. Drained of any color or happiness, I would haunt the hallway like a ghost.

But I got through it and gave birth.

Unlike any other mother, I didn’t get to hold my baby after he was born. They just took them away for tests.

So I was left alone in the cold hospital room, broken and in pain, without anyone by my side. Not my mother, not my father, not my husband.

I didn’t see Luther for two days. They wouldn’t even let breastfeed him. I couldn’t even protest-

Since the heir was born, until the results of the paternity test were out, I was left with little to no care. So I was in dreadful pain because my husband doubted my loyalty.

Yet again, Cassian was cruel to .

After two days of nothing but misery and loneliness, they ca to with flowers and gifts. Congratulating , hugging , letting hold Luther.

My husband didn’t co, despite the paternity test proving my innocence.

I didn’t see him again until I got back ho, a few weeks later.

I stepped with dread on the pavent that led to the house. The heaviness of my mories made every step feel like an additional nail in the coffin of who I used to be.

When I walked in, I knew I was never going to be happy again. And I couldn’t do anything about it.

"Barbara."

My husband welcod by filling the soulless ho with flowers. I rember a wave of hope going through like an electric shock.

How young and gullible I was.

"Cassian."

"Thank you."

Despite feeling like a transactional gratitude, after almost a year into our marriage -

I finally had an inch of my husband’s attention.

The sudden weakness in my arms and legs, the tears filling my eyes-

Seems like I’ve been craving it for far too long.

He opened a box, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace. The stones sparkled so intensely, it could have blinded anyone who looked from the wrong angle at it.

He gently put it on my neck. He was never gentle before. The unfamiliar sensation gave goosebumps.

"Congratulations. You are a mother now."

"You are a father too."

He smiled. Politely, chanically.

"I cut ties with Lucrezia."

The sterner statent took by surprise. I couldn’t help but goggle my eyes at him in such a manner-

It turned that aningless smile into the first note of amusent he ever showed .

Cassian was not a beautiful man- at least not in my eyes. His short hair and icy eyes always seed too clean and composed to . Like a soulless statue.

But that faint smile, that little crack of humanity made fall in love with him.

It wasn’t because he was worthy.

It was because I was starving for human connection.

That did not change the sincerity of my feelings.

"From now on, we will be a proper family."

"Yes."

I replied, yet I had no idea what the aning of that statent was.

Seems to now, surrounded by all those drunk alphas and all these poor ogas being used by them, that just ans I am good enough to obey.

And I do. I did.

After all, I am here selling my son out to those hungry hyenas for whoever is paying more.

Maybe if it wasn’t for him, I would have never raised my head and seen what disgusting ss Cassian has painted of this ’proper family’.

"You look lonely."

"I think you forgot yourself. Or are you that sick in the head you want the mother-son combo?"

The blonde stranger laughed.

"I’m interested only in Luther. You just looked sad in your funeral black dress and your diamond necklace."

"And you ca to cheer up?"

"I am not that skilled a liar."

I smiled. The man smiled back.

"Why are you wearing a wig?"

The stranger seed shocked at my question. His surprised stare reminded of a younger version of myself.

"Nobody could tell so far."

His voice fluctuated like a teenager caught sneaking out.

"Because you’re in a room full of n."

He chuckled yet again. I smiled too. This is the longest conversation I’ve had since I was married.

It felt nice.

"Emiliano."

He extended his hand to shake. I shook it.

"Barbara. I doubt you are here to get my blessing."

"I am. In a way. I am Luther’s boyfriend. He lives with at the mont."

The champagne stuck in my throat. Did Luther have a lover?

The stranger continued with a soft voice:

"I am here to save him. I don’t care about the money. I just want Luther in my arms."

My voice sounded a bit raspy than I wanted it to:

"How romantic."

"That’s the least I could do. I care about him after all. It’s only normal to do all you can for soone who gives you a family."

He didn’t look at when he said it. He just traced his finger on the glass, lost in thought. A pleading scrunch of his eyebrows combined with a weak smile.

He looked lovesick.

"Oh."

That was all it took. That look.

That sentence of basic decency cleared the blurry vision I had for years.

And so I chugged the champagne and left to find Cassian.

The stranger left behind , smiling satisfied.

I didn’t know what I was gonna say to my husband when I was going to see him.

Should I ask for a divorce?

That was not an option.

The aristocracy would make sure I never take another breath again.

Cassian was never going to listen to my demands. Or care to change.

So that leaves only one option.

I had to get rid of my husband.