Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

Chapter 233

233 What is Love?

At the Island…

It was midday, yet Damien could be seen passing around the sitting room in his brown pajamas. His face was gloomy and coupled with the dark circles underneath his eyes, one would know that he hasn’t had a good night’s rest for days.

A guard walked in and bowed: “Master, we couldn’t find her.”

“Kill yourself.” He uttered without a little bit of compassion. 1

The guard hesitated, then slowly raised his head to look at his face. He wasn’t surprised that his master for Ten years would suddenly ask him of this. However, what he couldn’t believe was, Everyone has deserted Damien after he fell in love. This guard was the only one who was willing to stay by his side, yet because he couldn’t find that witch, he was asked to die. So typical of Damien. “Haha…” the guard suddenly laughed mockingly at himself. “What made me think you’ll ever change? I’ve been by your side for TEN solid years. Even when everyone betrayed you, I stayed!

When a better boat was sailing past me and the captain invited me to come over a million times, I adamantly refused and wanted to be with you. You saw my loyalty, you experienced my kindness even though there was nothing like kindness in your world.

I was ready to die with you and in the end, you didn’t even kill me for something tangible, but you’re ordering my death for a worthless girl who doesn’t even love you!!”

“Shut up!…just do it!” Damien yelled.

“Why?” He scoffed. “Why should I obey you and point a gun at my own head when I can walk out of here with you lying in your pool of blood?” The guard pulled out his gun and pointed it at Damien. “You

can’t leave here if you kill me. You’ll die too.” Damien snorted and walked towards the wine shelf. “Yeah, right. But it would be nice to die with you.” The guard said as he followed Damian’s movement with his gun.

“Fine. Go ahead, shoot me.” He said nonchalantly without turning back. He took a bottle of wine, uncapped it, and started to pour the red liquid into a tumbler while waiting for the pain of a bullet to his skull as he lost himself in the events that happened some days ago,

Some days ago, Kimberly had started to reciprocate the way he wanted her to, however, he seemed to always do things that angered her. Nothing he did pleased her. She was always nagging and complaining. When he sleeps with her, she would end up curling herself up and bleeding profusely. What was he supposed to do? Not to sleep with her anymore? Nah, that can’t be possible. She’s good for his body.

He makes sure she gets everything a lady wants. He even gives her sisters food and clothes without them doing anything for him in return. So why would she ask him to take them away from the Island?

Does that not mean she wants to leave him? He can’t live outside the island for now because Maverick would definitely kill him. His only safe place is this Island.

When he asked her why she wanted to leave the island so desperately, she said one of her sisters

needed treatment or something, so he killed her to relieve Kimberly of her burden. Did he do something wrong?

Why doesn’t she understand that he didn’t intend to kill her other sister but that annoying girl cursed him and wished him dead? Who wouldn’t kill such a foul–mouthed person? He loves his life and his wealth more than anything, yet that girl had to say such words. Wasn’t she supposed to die? Was that why Kimberly ran away?

He shook his head. That can’t be the reason. Who would like someone so much as to leave luxury and a good life because of them?

He turned around and headed to the couch. “Randy, you talked about love a while ago, what is Love?” He asked as he sat on the couch.

The guard froze when he heard that question. He blinked a few times and shook his head like he was imagining things. That question certainly didn’t come from Damien. He thought.

“If you can’t even give me an answer to that, what are you doing alive? Just pull the trigger at your head.” He snorted and took the Tumbler to his lips.

“Love,” the guard sighed and lowered his gun. “Love is selfless…” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Then I love myself… go on.” ”

The guard looked at him speechlessly for a while before he continued. “Love is caring about what makes others/ that person happy and protecting it.”

“It’s getting interesting.”

“Love is trying not to deliberately make that person heartbroken but when it unintentionally happens, you also feel their pain and try as much as you can to heal together.”

“Then that’s stupid.” 1

“Love is putting their happiness above yours.”

“Who said that?” 1

“Love is not blind to errors but tries to correct them…”

“Explain.”

“When you love someone, you want the best for them. You want them to be the better version of themselves and what they’ll grow to be proud of, so for that, you call them to correction in whatever way you can… love is showing compassion and showing them mercy… I think. This is just a little I was privileged to learn.

Damien stayed silent for a while and his mind flashed back to what Kimberly’s sister said that made

him kill her.

[ “You can’t change, you asshole! Nobody will love you if you can’t feel compassion. You won’t find that happiness you are looking for if you don’t learn to give it. Everything is reciprocal. You get what you dish out. You don’t expect to eat what you didn’t sow, you beast! You’ll die a miserable death if you don’t change!” ]

“Oh, so this is what she meant? Does that mean Kim’s sister loved me instead of Kimberly?”

“Huh?”

“What? Didn’t you just say love is wanting the best for the other person?”