Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 152: That Beautiful Place

The smirk on Lethia’s lips faded as her mouth parted slightly, sucking in a sharp breath. Her voice caught in her throat, disbelief written all over her face. "K–kill...?"

Knock knock!

"Miss Lethia, is everything alright in there?" A gentle woman’s voice came from the other side of the restroom door, making Lethia snap her head toward the sound.

When she turned back to the mirror, Whisney was gone. She just saw herself in the reflection.

["I think we need to focus more on how you can be free from here. We can continue that talk later. Now, don’t waste time!"]

Lethia’s brows knitted, irritated by the interruption, however the damned fox was right.

Whatever issue she had with Whisney and its fucking beads was nothing compared to the hell she had to escape from—Varrel.

"No. I’m good. Just give me a minute!" Lethia half-shouted in response to the woman outside.

She straightened her posture, fixed her appearance, and then opened the door.

A middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform stood there with a soft, polite smile and a slight bow of her head.

"I’m your private maid, Miss. You can ask me anything, and I’ll help in any way I can. My name is Randa."

"Ah, really? Then can you just leave me alone?" Lethia asked bluntly, her tone bordering on a command. She knew damn well this maid was just another one of Varrel’s eyes.

Randa looked taken aback. Her fingers twitched nervously, and her gaze dropped to the floor, clearly unsure how to respond to Lethia’s sharp rejection.

["Stupid! You can use her later. Oh please, girl, try to be flexible, will you?"]

Whisney’s voice snapped inside her head, making Lethia sigh in frustration, mainly because she hated how much she agreed with her.

If she wanted to be free from Varrel’s madness, she couldn’t use normal human emotions anymore. She had to be crazier.

Lethia suddenly broke into a wide grin, stretching from ear to ear, and gently reached Randa’s hand.

"I’m kidding." She blinked with an overly cheerful sparkle in her eyes, meeting the maid’s relieved gaze.

Randa then guided her through the hallway, showing her the room she’d be staying in.

As they walked along the cold corridor, Lethia noticed her mother’s paintings adorning the wooden walls; landscapes of rolling hills, forests, lakes, and mountains, each one framed beneath a dim, elegant light.

She didn’t need Randa to lead her, really. She knew this summer house by heart; it had been her father’s favourite retreat.

Her fingers trailed across the canvas, feeling the texture. Not a speck of dust clung to them. Everything had been well-maintained.

The last time she’d been here was during her engagement with Varrel, a celebration that only involved the two of them and her father. Since then, she was sure no one had set foot in this place.

Lethia quickened her steps as the hallway ahead brightened from the sunlight pouring through the windows.

Her smile bloomed the moment her eyes caught sight of the lake outside, lotus flowers blooming peacefully atop its surface.

But it wasn’t the clear water that made her eyes sparkle. It was the sight of the blooming cherry blossom trees.

Their branches swayed softly in the breeze, pink and white petals drifting down like gentle rain, dancing through the air with delicate grace.

She stopped in front of the large window, letting out a long, slow breath. Her smile faded bit by bit because this was the place she’d planned to show Zeran in her plan.

She bit her lower lip, remembering the last message she’d sent him, heavy with disappointment and nervous hope.

But now... would she even get to wear that wedding dress?

Her hand instinctively moved to caress her bump. No matter how powerful Zeran was, it would be nearly impossible for him to find this place.

For the sake of the family’s privacy, her father had built this mansion solely for the main family.

It wasn’t marked on any map, hidden deep in an unregistered forest. No one from the pack or the ranch even knew it existed, and it wasn’t listed under any of the family’s official assets.

Lethia continued walking down the hallway, casting a side glance at Randa, scanning her from head to toe. Her gaze caught the small box-shaped logo with an X in the middle stitched on the back of her uniform.

Everyone working in this mansion belonged to a secret agency, entirely disconnected from Ashcroft Corp. Even Terressa had no clue this place existed.

Ah... there was only one person outside her core family who’d known of this mansion—Karmen’s father. He’d been her father’s most trusted right-hand man, and also the mansion’s butler. But he’d passed away years ago.

They reached a door at the end of the hallway. Randa opened it for her, and Lethia stepped inside. She recognized the room, but she’d never actually slept here.

The fact that Varrel had put her in a guest room on the first floor surprised her a bit. She always stayed on the second floor, in the room near the master suite.

"This is where you’ll be staying during your time here, Miss," Randa said, that rehearsed warm smile still plastered on her lips.

Lethia scanned every corner of the room, her eyes drawn to the large window offering a clear side view of the lake.

She smiled faintly because she hadn’t known there was a room with this view in the mansion. If she could just get it open, she might be able to leap out and reach the water.

She tried twisting the latch open, but it wouldn’t budge.

"You can’t open it, Miss?"

Lethia turned over only to see Randa was standing by the wardrobe, holding up a red dress that immediately set off a sinking feeling in Lethia’s gut.

"Yeah. Looks like it’s rusted shut. Probably hasn’t been opened in years. The air here is always fresh in the afternoon. It’d be nice to feel the breeze from outside."

"I’ll ask the repairman to handle it, Miss. And this—" Randa carefully laid the dress on the bed. "Mr. Varrel wants you to wear this for dinner with him tonight. I’ll return at seven to help you prepare."

She dipped her head respectfully before walking out, leaving Lethia alone in the room.

Lethia let out a dry chuckle, full of contempt, her eyes locked on the dress.

Her fingers grazed the soft velvet fabric, then gripped it tightly.

She yanked it, then slammed it down on the floor with a hard thud.

Her chest rose and fell in heavy, angry breaths.

["Ooh... red. That’s my favourite colour. Hmm... this Varrel sure does have taste."]

"Shut up!"

["Tsk...tsk...tsk... Wanna switch for a bit? I’ll take your place. It’s been ages since I wore a dress."]