Married to the Devil’s Heir

Episode 7: The Hidden Room

I couldn’t trust him.

Not after what he said.

I didn’t save her.

The words echoed in my mind like a curse.

Cold.

Final.

Unforgivable.

The mansion felt different now.

Darker.

Heavier.

Like it was hiding something… and I was getting closer to it.

Too close.

I walked through the hallway slowly, my eyes scanning every detail.

Every door.

Every corner.

Every shadow.

Because now I wasn’t just curious.

I was searching.

And then—

I noticed it.

A door.

At the end of the corridor.

Slightly open.

That wasn’t normal.

Every door here was always closed.

Always controlled.

My heart started pounding.

This is it.

Something inside me whispered—

Don’t go.

But I stepped forward anyway.

The closer I got, the colder the air felt.

My fingers brushed the door gently.

And pushed.

It opened with a soft creak.

Darkness greeted me.

Heavy.

Silent.

I stepped inside.

The room was… different.

Not luxurious.

Not polished.

It felt abandoned.

Forgotten.

Like no one had touched it in years.

Dust covered the shelves.

Old furniture stood still, frozen in time.

And in the center—

A desk.

I walked toward it slowly.

My breath shallow.

My heart racing.

Something was here.

I could feel it.

My fingers touched the surface.

Cold.

Then—

I saw it.

A photo.

Half hidden under a folder.

I picked it up.

And froze.

My breath stopped.

It was him.

Alexey.

Younger.

Softer.

Smiling.

But he wasn’t alone.

A girl stood next to him.

Beautiful.

Bright.

Alive.

Her eyes full of warmth.

Her hand in his.

My chest tightened painfully.

Her.

This must be her.

I swallowed hard.

Why does this hurt…?

I don’t care.

I shouldn’t care.

But I did.

My fingers trembled slightly as I flipped the photo.

There was something written on the back.

A date.

And two words.

“Forever yours.”

My heart cracked.

Forever…?

So he did love her.

Really love her.

Then what happened?

Why did he let her die?

A sound behind me—

I froze.

Slowly turned.

He was there.

Alexey.

Standing in the doorway.

Watching me.

Silence fell instantly.

Heavy.

Dangerous.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.

My grip tightened around the photo.

“Who is she?” I asked.

No fear now.

Only truth.

His eyes moved to the photo.

And everything changed.

For a moment—

He looked… human.

Pain flickered across his face.

Real pain.

“Answer me,” I said softly.

He stepped inside.

Slow.

Controlled.

But I could feel it—

Something inside him was breaking.

“Put it down,” he said.

“No.”

His jaw tightened.

“Alina—”

“No!” I snapped. “Not this time. I’m not walking away again!”

Silence.

Tension.

Then—

“She was my fiancée.”

The words hit me hard.

Fiancée…

My chest tightened.

More than it should.

“What happened to her?” I asked quietly.

His eyes darkened.

Dangerous.

Closed again.

“Leave it,” he said.

“No.”

I stepped closer.

I don’t even know why.

But I did.

“You loved her,” I said.

Not a question.

A fact.

Silence.

Long.

Painful.

“Yes.”

One word.

But it said everything.

My heart sank.

Why does that hurt…?

I don’t even—

“And she died,” I whispered.

His jaw tightened again.

“Because of you?” I asked.

Big mistake.

In a second—

He moved.

Fast.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close.

So close I couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

But this time—

There was something else.

Pain.

Real pain.

“Then tell me the truth,” I whispered.

I didn’t pull away.

Didn’t look away.

His eyes searched mine.

Like he was looking for something.

Or trying to decide something.

“You don’t want the truth,” he said quietly.

“I do.”

“No,” he said. “You think you do.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Electric.

“Try me,” I challenged.

My heart pounding.

His hand tightened slightly on my wrist.

Not enough to hurt.

But enough to remind me—

I wasn’t in control.

“She was taken,” he said finally.

My breath caught.

“Like you.”

My chest tightened.

“I was supposed to protect her,” he continued.

His voice quieter now.

Darker.

“But I chose something else.”

My heart dropped.

“Power.”

The word echoed in the room.

Cold.

Empty.

“And she died because of it.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Crushing.

Tears filled my eyes.

I didn’t want them to.

But they came anyway.

“You let her die,” I whispered.

His grip loosened.

Just slightly.

“Yes.”

That one word…

Destroyed something inside me.

“Why?” my voice broke.

He didn’t answer.

Not immediately.

Then—

“Because in my world,” he said quietly, “love is a weakness.”

My heart clenched.

“And weakness gets people killed.”

Silence fell again.

But this time—

It felt different.

Closer.

More dangerous.

My breathing slowed.

But my heart…

Faster.

Stronger.

“Then why am I still here?” I asked softly.

He looked at me.

Really looked.

And for a moment—

Everything stopped.

“I don’t know,” he said.

That scared me more than anything.

Because if even he doesn’t know…

Then what am I to him?

A mistake?

A memory?

Or something worse…?

His hand slowly released my wrist.

But neither of us stepped back.

Too close.

Too aware.

Too dangerous.

“You should leave,” he said quietly.

But I didn’t move.

Neither did he.

And for one second—

Just one—

It felt like everything between us changed.

And that was the most dangerous thing of all.