A few moments later, Tamsin had already left. Nothing but silence stretched between me and Uncle Rowan. He stared at me, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Your plan got ruined, huh?
"Why did you tell her to leave?" he asked in a casual tone. He must have realized how suspicious the question sounded, because he cleared his throat and added, "I mean, normally you let her stay if work extends into late hours."
I never broke eye contact, my arms remaining crossed. I didn't give him an answer right away.
"You think I don't know?" I said with calm confidence and a painfully teasing tone. Uncle Rowan looked down, barely containing his frustration.
"You have a disgusting habit of sleeping with servant girls. Even Grandma knows it. You've gotten into trouble many times."
I said it without hesitation, looking down on him. His frustration finally surfaced on his face—he was angry. Yeah, great. You don't have to act righteous when you're clearly on the wrong side.
"On top of that, you were just waiting for me and Tamsin to turn eighteen so you wouldn't get into any legal trouble."
I stepped on his nerves again. Uncle Rowan ground his teeth. As if he actually believed he hadn't made it obvious. Old perverted fool.
"Do you think of me as a fragile flower? You couldn't be more wrong. But—"
My words were sharp, and I cut the sentence off on purpose. That caught him. I smiled, letting the corners of my lips curl.
"I have seen your preferences with my very own eyes. The way you manhandled her was so satisfying to watch." I added after a deliberate pause, "To be honest, I wish I was in her place."
I sounded like a lustful witch this time. It made Uncle Rowan's eyes widen in shock. He couldn't believe my words.
"What are you saying? What do you mean?"
Uncle Rowan asked, making sure he had heard correctly. I let out a slow, seductive giggle and stepped closer.
"Meaning, I let Tamsin go because I wanted you all to myself."
I said in a flirty voice as he stared at me, still not quite believing. I took his hand and pulled him deeper inside the storeroom.
"Isn't this all you've ever wanted? To do the nastiest things with me you can think of."
I said as he followed. Uncle Rowan laughed, finally giving in and believing me.
He grabbed my arm, forcefully pulling me closer. I gasped. His eyes locked onto mine. He paused for a few seconds before speaking.
"Do you really mean it? I can do anything and you won't tell anyone? In fact, you want me to do this?"
Uncle Rowan asked with widened eyes, his grip tightening on my arm. I gave him another flirty smile.
"Yes. I want it. But you have to leave Tamsin alone." I traced his jaw with my finger. "She makes me jealous."
Uncle Rowan's eyes roamed over my body—neck, chest, hips. He clearly hadn't thought he would ever get a chance to have sex with his own niece. He had also had an eye for my mother, and since I was literally her miniature version—on top of being a virgin—he was definitely drooling.
"Alright!"
Before I could react, he spun me around and pinned me against the old dusty desk behind us. Gripping my hair and pulling my head down as he began to unzip his pants. Why did men always have to go straight for the main event? They needed to learn foreplay.
"Wait!" I called out, and he actually listened. "I thought you wanted to enjoy this... We have plenty of time." I took a pause and added with a rhythmic lilt, "I'm not going anywhere. Forever your toy~"
Uncle Rowan gave a lustful smile and released my hair. "I didn't think you of all people would be this lewd. I thought you hated me."
"No, I didn't," I replied immediately. Taking his hand, I guided it to the desk. As he leaned back against it, I circled his chest with my finger.
"I just hated the fact that you prioritized Tamsin over me~"
I said with a flirty, slightly mad tone. And he liked it.
I shifted down onto my knees. His eyes never left me. I unzipped his pants just enough to free his cock. It sprang out with force—he was rock hard. I pulled my hair back and said,
"Close your eyes and enjoy~"
Uncle Rowan tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. What I was about to do required a lot of courage. Whether I actually had it or not was another matter.
Before me was his thick, hard cock. And in my hand was the pocket knife I had hidden in my gown. Did you really think I would give my first time to him, of all people? Aurelian might be ten by ten, and I was still judging him. So who this little mongrel? I don't need to tell you what I did afterward.
Uncle Rowan was simply waiting for my lips to wrap around his length and explore the pleasures, but I had a very different plan. He deserved it. He opened his eyes only to find blood dripping down and something lying on the floor. You can guess what it was. He seemed to forget how to react—the pain must have been unbearable. That was probably why he didn't scream at first, yet he still managed to kick me.
The kick was hard enough to fling me onto the floor. I picked myself up. He clutched the place where he was bleeding and tried to walk, but he fell. Just as he was about to scream, I yanked down the old cloths that had been covering the forgotten furniture and stuffed them into his mouth, wrapping the fabric tightly around his face. I climbed on top of him to pin his arms and stabbed him multiple times in the neck.
Uncle Rowan screamed, but the cloth absorbed the sound. I felt the vibrations beneath me, yet I didn't stop. He thrashed, trying to free his hands, but it was already too late. Soon he lay still—no movement at all. I was out of breath, unable to breathe properly. My body had forgotten that lungs existed. I got up somehow, then stumbled back a few steps in horror. It had taken everything out of me. I was shaking all over. My legs could barely hold me.
It took a few moments for me to realize that things were not over yet. I had to get rid of the body. Good thing I had planned everything in advance. I grabbed Uncle Rowan's foot and dragged his corpse. With some struggle, I managed to haul it onto the old table. It was done now.
I ran to the candle holder on the wall and broke it. With the lit candles, I set fire to the table. Then I made sure to ignite multiple places so the flames would spread easily—curtains, old furniture, the cloths that had hidden everything. The fire spread slowly at first, giving me time to grab some of our old toys. I hugged them tightly, like a little child needing comfort. I really needed that, to be honest.
I ran toward my room, clutching the old toys. The moment I reached it, all I could do was panic. I hid the toys under the bed, but I was crying. Everything had gone according to my plan, yet it had traumatized me. I went to the bathroom and pretended I was bathing. In truth, I was desperately cleaning the blood from my hands and trying to scrub away the scent.
Soon I heard the servants screaming "Fire!" It spread quicker than I had imagined, and Uncle Rowan's corpse was probably burning completely.
Or what if it didn't? What if the fire spread to the other rooms and the mansion got even more damaged? What if someone found out? What if the royal police came and figured out that I was the murderer? Why? Why? Why? Just why? I was overthinking like a madman. Then I heard a knock on the door.
"MISS LUCIA! We need you to get to safety!"
My soul nearly jumped out of my body for a moment. Still, I cooperated. After dressing in a hurry, the servants took me outside the mansion. I stood in the garden, watching the storeroom burn. Some servants tried to extinguish the flames. I prayed that the corpse would burn completely. And then I fainted from the pressure and overwhelming thoughts.