Chapter 169

Eleanor's pov: When I saw the grim expression on Owen's face, I immediately understood that all of this was a conspiracy. Gift and surprise, my foot. It was all to lure me. To lure me into walking into this cage. I sneered. "Your naivety never ceases to amaze me. What gives you the idea that you can trap me in this house? Impossible!" As soon as I began to unleash my witchcraft, a gust of wind blew, lifting the surrounding leaves into the air. The flames of wrath were blazing in my body. "Do you know this, Owen? I genuinely liked you. I imagined spending my life with you, but you betrayed me." I activated the incantation. Owen, who had still been displaying his machismo a second ago, now dropped his knees on the ground. He glared at me. "You took away the body of my love. This has been a conspiracy and deception all along." As I increased the strength of my witchcraft, blood gurgled from his mouth, but he still had n