The Villainous Emperor Is My Pet?

I am least surprised to hear his proposal.

To be honest, he isn't a bad catch. He has his own business and he isn't bankrupt during this passive economical apocalypse either.

Raymond has blonde hair, but he has exotic caramel skin and amber eyes from his Asian descent. He has always been a workout freak. So, I know that there are abs beneath that black overcoat.

When it comes to looks, he falls a little short to Dante.

But Dante is a fictitious character. Using him as a manly beauty scale is not right. Let's call him ideal when it comes to looks. Most ideal things in the world are mythical.

And I am thirty-three years old.

My chances of getting pregnant get slimmer as I get closer to fourty. I won't find anyone -- who is around my age -- to marry. I will also hear crap from society for managing my life alone as an unmarried woman.

However, I am not desperate enough to say yes to Syphilis.

I have already lived a life of the unhappy (married) empress. I am done with men's shit.

"Nope," I utter the word clearly. "Even if you are the last man in the universe, I won't ever marry you."

Raymond isn't surprised. He gazes at me with a smug look. "I know that you won't say yes easily."

"I won't say yes at all."

Violence is bad. Violence can take me to jail. This is real life. I am no longer an empress who can do anything I want. Did I say that violence is very bad? What's stopping me from skewing his eyes with a hot iron is the fact that I will end up in prison -- and I don't have any hot iron at the moment.

"Savina, I will never do that again."

Raymond reaches for my hand. I take a step backwards, not allowing him to touch me. He curls his fingers, retracting his hand awkwardly. His pupils tremble uneasily, looking past me. As I turn around to see what is making him nervous, he calls my name again.

"Savina, I have to go." He coils his arms around me tightly. Before I can retaliate, he whispers in my ear, "Don't meet Harvey Cunningham if you want to live."

I widen my eyes. Raymond pecks my earlobe and adds with a low voice, "Don't say anything. They are watching us. When I release you, go straight to your house."

What?

"It's cold." He lets go of me. "I will come to see you tomorrow. Go back to your house."

"Uh…" I don't know what to say. He is acting in a creepy way. Does he know Harvey? Who is watching us? Did I transmigrate into the book 1984? "But…"

Raymond doesn't leave. He urges me with a tense voice, "Go."

As I walk toward the house, I feel a prickling feeling on my back. I don't know what is behind me, but I decide that I don't want to see. I quicken my step toward my house. The moment I climb on the steps on my porch, the feeling of being watched and followed disappears in that instant. I look over my shoulder.

Raymond is still standing there, giving me a stiff smile.

I ring the doorbell. He is still there. When will he leave?

"Woof!"

Startled, I turn around and see a labrador standing near Raymond. The labrador has a red collar around its neck.

Raymond is also watching me with a creepy smile.

I hear the sound of the door unlocking. I pull open the door and step into the house, closing the door in the next instant before my brother can see anything. I lock the door as quickly as I can.

That dog… That dog… is Raymond's dead dog. It died ten years ago.

"What's wrong, Savina?" My brother questions me while I hyperventilate, trying hard to calm myself.

"Water." I tell him with a raspy voice, "I need water."

I stagger forward: my knees are weak and trembling.

"Sit down on the couch first." He places his arm around my shoulder, letting me lean on his body. My baby younger brother is grown up. If I haven't been gasping as if I have run a mile, I would have patted his back.

After a good ten minutes, I am breathing normally. He waits for me to finish drinking water and then he bombards me with questions.

"What happened?"

"Why were you breathing like a fish out of water?"

.

"You look like you have seen a ghost."

"Did you find a white hair in your hair?"

"Did you Harvey say something to you?"

I raise my hand. "Calm down. You are worse than TV News' Anchor Anthony The Screamer."

There is an anchor who invites famous figures and screams at them with questions before they can even reply. He would repeat his sentences as if screaming loudly can make him right. Rather than a news anchor, he occurs like a reality show guy. My brother likes to see his show and laugh at him.

"I am not like him." My brother frowns at me. "Speak up."

I take a deep breath. I am sure that I didn't see anything wrong. Raymond's dead dog was there. And it was looking at me like he wanted to kill me at the spot, opposite of how that dog used to be.

Harvey has warned me to stay away from cats and dogs. What does that have to do with a dead dog?

My brother won't believe me. But I tell him everything that happened except the part about transmigrating into a book or anything related to it. I am sure that he will call the hospital after he hears that my soul was in a book when I was in a coma.

"So, you saw Raymond and his dog." He squints his eyes at me suspiciously. "And you didn't call me or the police."

"Well, he surprised me with a proposal," I hesitate, "and a cryptic warning."

"That guy is a creep," Kyle states. "Vina, he climbed to your window at night. This might have been romantic during Shakespeare's era, but it's a crime in this era. Also, how did he even climb? It's so cold that even the pipes are frozen."

Raymond is a gym guy, but he isn't a superhuman. How did he climb to my window at minus twenty degrees celsius? Also, he is in his mid-thirties. I don't expect him to be as idiotic as he was in his early twenties.

"Are you sure that it was a dead dog?" Kyle asks me again. "Not another dog that looks like his old dog?"

"No." I am sure that it's Raymond's old dog. "I made sure to memorize everything about Raymond."

I was in love with him once. And my first love was pretty closer to a fanatic who would remember everything about her idol. Raymond was precisely my idol, my love.

Kyle wrinkles his nose. "You even put his posters in your room."

"Don't remind me of that." It's an embarrassing memory. "I loved him more than I love myself. It had cost me dearly."

Loving someone else more than you love yourself is an unselfish form of love. Technically, pure love shouldn't have any caution. It should be reliable. Even if the world goes upside down, you can be sure that the person won't betray or abandon you. You give up your safety pin to that person, and that person has the power to shatter you in less than a second.

Once you are shattered by the person, it's difficult to stand up again. You are never the same.

And love is also a risk. My brother isn't afraid of loving someone, even if he gets hurt. I don't ever want to love someone more than I love myself ever again.

Sometimes, I want to feel such love again. To not be cautious. To not be afraid. To put down the walls around me and rest against that person's back without any worries because he would protect me.

Such things seem impossible now.

It's better to be with someone who is decent enough. I don't think that I want to be with someone who is better looking than I am.

"Vina." Kyle flicks my forehead. "Concentrate."

"Maybe I have ADHD." I rub the throbbing spot on my forehead. "Should I see a psychiatrist?"

"You are also hallucinating about your ex's dead dog." My brother nods at me. "You should definitely see one."

Since a crazy thing like transmigrating into a book is possible in the world, why can't I see dead dogs? "What if it's true that I saw a dead dog?"

"Then, we should consult our grandmother," Kyle tells me solemnly. It looks like he believes me

"Grandma can't hear from the call." I let out a heavy sigh. "If I call Father, Mother will know."

"I will call him." Kyle takes his phone out of his pocket. "Ah… wait! I know someone who might know about this."

"Who?" I narrow my eyes. Hopefully, it's not one of his ex-girlfriends.

Kyle grins at me. "Marie would know."

So, it's his ex-girlfriend.

"Since it's an emergency, I will call her right away."

I lie down on the couch as he walks away from me.

"Marie, don't hang up, please. I am calling because of my sister." He is already talking to her on the phone. "She saw something dead."

I shake my head and sigh. My brother is so shameless. He will contact his ex-girlfriend and use me as an excuse.

Sometimes, I want a new family.

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