Jane's POV
"You talk like you are any better. Being stronger doesn't necessarily mean that you can look down over those who are weak," I had no idea where those words came from.
But they were pretty heart felt given the situation.
I knew I had a thing with my mental health. I was crazy. I imagined things that didn't exist. But now, I had met someone with a narcissistic personality disorder. Dr. Phil said that these were the worst.
When you think that your existence to the world is something of a gift, you overlook your flaws. You walk upon those who mean well. The beauty becomes superficial.
"I don't have anything to learn from you, Jane. I just want to know what Vanya told you," he tells me.
"I think you should get checked by a doctor-"
Before I could say more, he reached for my hand cuffs and clicked them open.
"Jane, do I look like I am kidding?" He asks, almost angry.
"I don't get it. The moment I laid eyes on you, I thought you were handsome and all. And then you insulted me. You probably set me up for this fake arrest thing. And now I think I am going to die.
Do you not owe me an explanation?" I cried.
"Fine, let's get it out of the way then. I tell you what's going on, and you'll tell me what I can do to get Vanya out of hiding," he smirks.
My vision grows clearer by the moment. This didn't seem that bad.
"What I am about to tell you, is a story. How much you believe in it, I'll let you decide," he smiles.
He sits on a chair, right in front of me. Now that my eyes could see, I realised that I was sleeping on a bed. Everything around me seemed comfortable.
"Long ago, there was a noble family in the Kingdom of Gestalt. They had direct ties with the King, and were next in line for the throne.
They had carefully planned the King's untimely death by asking the King to participate in the theft of a powerful, magical Spear. The King, however didn't die.
He was saved by his Commander in General. Who then inherited the throne. The Young Duke, whose plan had failed monumentally wanted to get even.
Hence, of him was born two daughters. He prepared them to overthrow the undeserving king, and take over what was right fully theirs.
The younger of the two, Vanya Catherington was a fool who fell for the King's son, the crown prince Theodore Canton. But Theodore could only marry for the goodwill of the crown.
When the elder daughter of the house, Versailles realised that all the sacrifices she made for her sister were useless, she decided to get fair and square.
Versailles married Theodore, and soon planned to take out King Canton's lineage. She started with the King himself. Feeding him Salvarsan to weaken his body. Corrupting the council members with her magic. And gathering a gang of bandits to attack the Dragon's Lair to revoke the Peace Treaty," he smiles.
"Wait. This is the story of The Mistress' Revenge. Why are you feeding me bullshit?" I was seriously pissed.
"Oh darling. Didn't I tell you?" He leaned in and wrapped his fingers around my throat.
"Don't interrupt my stories. It takes the fun out of them," he said, releasing me and I gulped.
"Heartbroken, Vanya is determined to get Theodore back. For which, she turns to seducing the half dragon bastard, Lewis Canton. But fails.
Knowing well that Vanya wants the throne, one way or another, Versailles plans to get her out of way.
You know what's better than killing someone you hate yourself?" He chuckles.
"No. Sorry, but never had to," I said, and he frowns.
"When you let someone they love kill them. It's just the perfect revenge," he laughs.
"Such ingenuity. I only think it's befitting...
So, Versailles sets up Theodore to kill Vanya, as she travels back to the Versailles' Estate from the Grand Palace.
But a raven already tells Vanya that she's in danger. So Vanya uses all her life's work to create a portal that disjoints our realm with yours.
She becomes successful in leaving with her soul, but her body could hardly make it.
Determined to survive, before the Duke accepts her, she enters the body of a vulnerable girl.
A girl who is not stable in her mana. Her will too weakened even for a pesky mortal, making it easy to be possessed.
Jane Wilson, a useless, young girl who was sexually abused in her childhood, and then by her shrink.
Who survives on a mocktail of medications that make her forget everything. So desperate to find a new identity that she doesn't even suspect the readily available opportunities that are served to her on a platter," my eyes began to hurt.
"No. This isn't true," before I could say more, my eyes pooled on. Tears ran long and hot down my cheeks.
"Jane, darling," he caresses my cheek. "Save your tears. The worst is yet to come," he smirks.
"You are lying," I said, as more tears escaped.
"You'd wish, darling. You'd wish.
Theodore Canton. The lowlife that he is. The gall to call himself a prince!
Theodore plays the cards at his disposal with such finesse.
He shows up in your realm and dates your sister. He takes up the form of John, and gains your confidence.
He lets you stay with your sister, at his place while his illusions convince you that you are a family.
He alienates you from your sister, knowing well that you are the chosen one.
He then pushes you into a literature program that assures him of your true nature. An unstable, psychologically weak person who relies on stories to live. A perfect medium for souls to tether.
Not only does he lie to you multiple times. But he also sleeps with you, and erases your memories. Sometimes, he doesn't even need to. Thanks to your therapist," Rafael smiles.
"No- No- This cannot be true!" I yelled.
My chest heaved from the weight of the truth. My muscles went lax. On the inside the chaos was louder. The harm was more. The impact was cutting through.
"When months passed... Which are merely days in our realms, Versailles suspected Theodore's betrayal.
So, she asks an Incubus to go to your realm and do her work.
That Incubus, misled by Theodore, befriends Corin Sanchez. Only to know that she is nothing but a hoax.
But it also leads him to you. Her project partner. Delusional. Virgin. Emotionally exploited. Loved by none," he traced my temple.
"So, the Incubus lays out a careful plan to bring Theodore to an edge, while he drives Vanya's soul out of your body," his face inches closer.
My wet cheeks press against his.
"And he kisses. And sadly, after he figures out where Vanya's soul is... He'd have to kill you, Jane. Poor Jane Wilson," he whispers.
His hands move against my buttons. The short slides down my shoulders. I am too stunned to react. I am naked waist up. I am naked to the bone.
A hot tear falls down. Rafael looks at me once more.
"I'll make sure it's pain less. I don't owe it to you. But for once, I will try to be kind," he kisses my shoulder softly.