Page 32 of Twisted Alliance

But unlike the previous nightmares where her dead husband was haunting her, she was now haunted day and night by her husband, who was alive and well enough to torture her.

And the torture was the worst kind. Although she knew he wouldn’t kill her due to the alliance between their clans, the worst kind of torture was the uncertainty.

She didn’t know what he could do to make her pay for the betrayal. Each night she barely slept, waiting for her ruthless husband to attack her. But so far, nothing had happened, and it only made her more anxious.

The last time she had slept well was on the second night when she laid on the couch. But the next morning, she awakened to find herself on the bed next to her ruthless husband. She was shocked and terrified. The same pattern repeated the next night when she slept on the couch but woke up at midnight when her devil husband carried her to the bed. She had barely slept that night, waiting for him to lash out.

Soon, she stopped sleeping on the couch because she knew she would be dragged to the bed, and it might only enrage her husband.

Even when he left in the mornings, she was haunted by his threats and couldn’t relax.

It was barely a week since she arrived at the Thakvar mansion, but she was approaching the breaking point.

“Would you like anything else, madam?” a voice next to her asked.

Ishani dragged her eyes from the beautiful view outside the balcony to look at the woman who had served her breakfast in the suite.

“No, I’m fine. I-I’ll have lunch downstairs.”

There was surprise in the woman’s eyes. “Sure, I’ll inform Malathi madam.”

Malathi was the head housekeeper. She was married to a man named Rai Bahadur, Mihir Thakvar’s trusted man.

“Thank you.”

The woman left, leaving Ishani alone in the suite. For five days, Ishani had pretended to be recovering from the journey. She didn’t want to face her father-in-law because she wasn’t sure whether Mihir Thakvar knew about her betrayal and what had subsequently happened to his son.

But based on the behavior of the Thakvar household women, there was no hostility so far.

She decided to take chances and step out.

She was used to leading a busy life. Each morning she was used to playing the bin musical instrument, directing the kitchen staff to prepare meals for the household, reading books, and spending time with her mother for the brief moments when her mother was cognizant.

Staying in the suite for the past five days in fear and terror drove her crazy.

Sucking in a deep breath, she pulled the veil down, covering her face before stepping out of the suite.

The dress she wore felt heavier than the ones she was used to, and the jewelry was also more than what she wore on normal days. But since the women continued to come and help her get ready, she had no choice but to wear the Thakvar clothes and jewelry.

The sound of the heavy anklets was loud as she walked the corridors.

She tried to move quietly as she began exploring the huge mansion. Thanks to her ruthless and scary husband, she hadn’t even seen the entire place yet, even though she had always wanted to visit it.

She was currently on a mission to find the library. Although she knew she might not find the latest academia books, she was looking forward to finding some interesting literature.

She realized the place was too big and worried she would get lost. She went down the long flight of steps.

“Good morning,” she greeted one of the women dusting the antiques on the ground floor. “Can you direct me to the library?”

The woman looked confused. “Library?”

“Yes. Where all the books are kept.”

The woman’s frown disappeared. “Oh, the books.” The woman enthusiastically gave directions.

Feeling glad to have finally found the place, Ishani followed the directions. It was a corner room on the ground floor.

Ishani pushed open the door, hoping to find the massive library she had heard about in the Thakvar mansion.

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