It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 84

Malcolm remained perfectly still as he watched Enoch leave. Once he was sure he was alone, he walked to the wine cellar, took out a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass of the dark red liquid. He pressed his lips to the rim of the glass and took a small sip, turning to look at the monitor. Renée’s lifeless body was thrown into the cremator. After a few minutes, nothing but a shocking fall of white bones and ashes came out.

No matter how full of glory a person’s life was, it would turn into nothing more than a pile of ashes and bones in the end. Renee’s biggest downfall was that she thought she was special to Malcolm. But she was wrong. She was barely worth thinking about. The past was the past. Many people didn’t even bother to remember it. Malcolm certainly didn’t remember it clearly. If he had, perhaps he would not have been constantly plagued by what could only be called a nightmarish storm of memories. There wasn’t a little glimmer of anything good, only the overwhelming swell of darkness. Every time he woke up from the nightmare, he would tremble like a rabbit in the tall grass, terrified of the hawk above. It was his greatest failure, his greatest regret, something he could never forget.

This was the beginning of his fall from grace into the endless hell, in which he now lived. This had been the start of the war between Malcolm and this man. It was the night his heart was torn apart by the one he loved. He felt the most incredible pain, the most unforgettable betrayal. This is what turned him into a heartless monster.

Malcolm hadn’t always been so cold and ruthless. Once, he had been an ordinary, simple young man. Like all young people, he was rebellious and ignorant. But people have always grown the most when they face endless adversity. Being the heir to the Evans family afforded him the luxury of moving freely throughout the Western world. He wore his title like a sort of halo. Like all teenagers, responsibility and obligation were things to be avoided at all costs.

The reality was nowhere near as wonderful as the adventures experienced in the books. Malcolm saw himself as one of the main characters in a book. He was not like the others, struggling and suffering. Since his childhood, he was invincible, untouchable by the harsh realities of life. Even then, he had a sense of superiority and knew that his success depended on the wealth he could accumulate.

Due to his striking appearance and good family background, Malcolm was always surrounded by adoring women. Under their gaze and compliments, Malcolm disregarded the standards of bridehood that Wilma so desperately tried to impress upon him. It didn’t help that Malcolm was educated in the Western style, under the influence of science and facts. He didn’t believe all the stories his grandmother told about ghosts and gods. The rules and customs passed down by his ancestors were only legends for him.

And he believed it for a long, long time. That was until Renee came into his life. Without really knowing how, Malcolm found himself under her spell of kindness and joy. Out of all the women who adored him, he had chosen her to be his girlfriend. They may have only been teenagers, but the jealousy of the other women was almost tangible. Of all the women with their false appearances and simpering attitudes, Renée was just an ordinary girl.

Wilma put up with all of Malcolm’s rebellious behavior throughout his growing up years. To her, Renee was just another phase he was going through. She did not meet the standards of what could be considered a potential wife. Wilma thought Malcolm was just playing with Renee. She didn’t think he was serious about the relationship. But Wilma soon discovered she was wrong. While Malcolm had been rebellious before, being with Renee seemed to have unlocked a whole new level of rebellion in him. Disobeying everything Wilma said quickly became the most exciting thing in Malcolm’s life. He enjoyed the feeling of success and victory.

Renee was part of it all. Over time, it became clear that he enjoyed his new lifestyle. At the time, in his little world, it was love. The affection that constantly fought in adversity was love. Looking back on it now, Malcolm could see how childish and stupid he had been.

Such a relationship was full of problems, no matter how perfect he thought he was. They began to argue, and slowly but surely, the flame of their passion was extinguished. This could have been because Malcolm started dealing with the real world. Or it could have been because Renee had a troubled heart to begin with. That’s when the nightmare began.

As the years passed, Malcolm had long forgotten what an emotionally cold year it had been. All he remembered was the heavy snow on Christmas Eve in Boston. But the snow didn’t bother him at all. How could this be when his heart was warmed by the fact that he was going to Renee’s apartment to take her with her for Christmas Eve? He had a gift for her under his arm, protecting him from the snow. He had planned to surprise her. However, the surprise for her turned out to be a fright for him. Renee greeted him in the most special way.

He expected to open the door and be greeted by her smiling face. Never could he have expected to be greeted by the sight of her naked in the arms of another man. He remembered the humiliation and raw fury he felt at the sight. Never in his life had he been so humiliated. He simply stood in the doorway, staring between Renee and the man in stunned silence.

“How does it feel to be betrayed?” » said the man with a small laugh.

“You did it on purpose,” Malcolm said icily.

“Oh, but it’s a gift for you. I hope you like it,” the man said mockingly.

The worst part of all this was Renée’s silence. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t bother to explain. She just snuggled into the man’s arms like a content kitten. It was as if their relationship had never existed. It was as if Malcolm was nothing to her.

“Would you like to explain to me?” » Malcolm asked Renee in a strangely calm voice.

“Think about it. Who are you going to choose? Him? Or me?” the man also asked Renée.

For a second, but only a second, Renee looked up at Malcolm. He could see the struggle in her eyes. But then his face relaxed and a beautiful smile spread across his lips. In a voice so soft but laced with cruelty, she said, “I only want you.”

The man held her tighter and placed a soft k**s on her forehead. He smiled victoriously and mockingly at Malcolm. His complacency was sickening. Malcolm’s eyes darkened. He could barely control the anger that begged to be released. He gritted his teeth, then smiled slightly. He stared at Renee and said, “Ree, I hope you don’t regret this decision later.” His voice was calm, even.

Renee clenched her fists tightly. She hated that dark, lukewarm tone in his voice. She hated how he always chose his family over her. She hated the way Wilma treated her, like she was some kind of puppy that Malcolm would eventually lose interest in.

Growing up in the Western world, Renée had been considered nothing less than an Eastern goddess. She had been cherished like a treasure since she was a child. It was no wonder she refused to put up with the way Malcolm treated her. It didn’t matter even if he was the heir to the Evans Group. This discontent had been at the origin of all their arguments. Little by little, this unhappiness had grown to the point that it had ruined their relationship. It hadn’t taken much for her to want to break his heart. And the handsome man she was now snuggled into was the perfect revenge. With his help, she had humiliated Malcolm in the cruelest way.

She had hurt him with what he hated most: betrayal. That was when his heart was ripped out of his chest. It was no wonder he no longer believed in love. How could someone without a heart believe that love existed?

“I won’t regret it,” Renee said firmly, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.

“Ree, I hope that when you look back on this moment, you won’t regret it,” Malcolm said coldly, no longer sounding like the rebellious teenager he had been; he looked more like a man.

The other man kept clapping slowly, as if enjoying a show. He glanced at Renee, waving her off. Obediently, René wrapped the blanket around her and hurriedly left the room. Now it was just Malcolm and the man.

“The game begins. From now until the end of your days, I will take everything you love, everything you own. Whether I like it or not. I promise you,” the man said standing up and looking defiantly at Malcolm.

“For what?” Malcolm asked calmly.

“For fun,” the man replied with a smirk.

Malcolm clenched his fists, trying to resist the urge to punch him. He stared at the man for a long moment before finally managing to tear his eyes away from him and walking away. The man sat back on the bed, laughing at Malcolm’s recoil.

The games had started.

Malcolm had to walk through the living room to get to the front door. Renee was sitting on the couch with the blanket wrapped around her naked body, but Malcolm didn’t even look at her. It was as if she was nothing but air. He just walked past her and went

‘That man.’ Malcolm clenched his fists. From then on, he knew that the man would be his greatest rival. One day they would have a showdown, like real men, and put an end to this. They would not continue in the childish way they had started.

Just because Malcolm left without a fight didn’t mean he was giving up. In that moment, he felt humiliated beyond belief, but such feelings would not last forever. That night had also been the beginning of his new life. Malcolm had ceased to be the arrogant and frivolous young man he had been. And since then, he hadn’t smiled. Not really anyway. When he smiled, it was fake. That youthful tenderness that had once sparkled in the depths of his eyes had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by cold, callous indifference.

Renee had betrayed him. Worse still, the man had embarrassed him almost beyond repair. Since then, Malcolm hated betrayal more than anything in the world. He was a cold and ruthless man to begin with, but he was even more so towards those who betrayed him. There was no mercy when it came to traitors.

He didn’t have to wait long for the news he knew was coming. Renee had been abandoned. The man had left her. He showed no emotion as he listened. His face was as passive as a body of water without waves. Renee was dead to him. Completely out of his life. It has become a taboo for him and those around him. Nobody mentioned his name. Nobody dared. This is how Renée became a cursed name.

But now, today, he asked his man to kill her. He didn’t feel anything. It was as if she had never been the person he loved. As if his heart had never fluttered at the sight of him.

Malcolm swallowed the last sip of wine and looked back at the computer screen. The red dot on the screen hadn’t moved at all. For a moment there was a spark of strange emotion in his eyes, but it was soon swallowed up by his usual cold gaze.

“Wildcat, what are you doing?” »