Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 195

Chapter 195: An Accident
Ahcehera stood alone in her laboratory, the cold, sterile air pressing against her skin like an unspoken warning.

Before her, the serum gleamed under the artificial lights, a soft luminescence swirling within the vial as though it held the essence of fate itself.

She had come this far, she would not stop now. Rolling up her sleeve, she took a steadying breath.

The needle gleamed, and with a single, unhesitant motion, she injected the serum into her own bloodstream. A sharp sting, a moment of stillness, then agony.

A searing pain erupted in her chest, as if something inside her was being forcefully torn away.

Her vision blurred, her limbs convulsed, and the sound of her own ragged breathing filled the silent lab.

It was suffocating, like drowning in an ocean of invisible chains, each one snapping, one after another, until she was weightless.

She collapsed to the floor, her body trembling as darkness clouded her vision. She had broken the bond. Or at least, she thought she had.

The next morning, Ahcehera awoke to an eerie sense of calm. Her body ached, but the overwhelming compulsion that had always tied her to Rohzivaan was… gone.

She could no longer feel his emotions, no longer sense the invisible thread that had bound them. It should have been liberating. And yet…

Something felt off.

She returned to the Bloodstone palace, her mind still swimming in uncertainty, and the moment she stepped inside, she was met with an unexpected sight.

Rohzivaan was waiting. The moment he saw her, his eyes softened, and he rushed forward, pulling her into his arms.

“Ahcehera,” he whispered, his voice tinged with relief, warmth, and something else she couldn’t quite place. “You’re back.”

For a moment, she stiffened in his embrace. This wasn’t unusual. Rohzivaan had always been affectionate, but there was something different about the way he held her now.

He was warmer. Closer. His fingers brushed through her hair, his lips grazing the top of her head as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

“Did something happen?” she asked, her voice even.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze, but his arms never left her. “No,” he said, smiling softly. “I just… missed you.”

Ahcehera’s brows knitted together. That wasn’t right. She had spent months away from him before, and though he had always welcomed her warmly, it was never like this.

It was as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. And yet, she no longer felt the mate bond tying them together.

Could she have injected the wrong dose? Was there a side effect she hadn’t accounted for? She studied him carefully. His pupils were slightly dilated, his heart rate steady yet elevated.

There was no sign of distress, no indication that he had sensed the severance of their bond. If anything… he was acting as if it were stronger than ever.

Her fingers twitched. She had broken free. So why did it feel like he had fallen even deeper?

Over the next few days, Rohzivaan’s behavior only became more pronounced. He followed her wherever she went, always ensuring she was within reach.

He held her hand at every opportunity, kissed her forehead before she slept, and gazed at her with an intensity that made her chest tighten, though she wasn’t sure if it was discomfort or something else entirely.

At first, she thought it was an illusion. That perhaps she was simply noticing things more because she had expected less.

But then came the gifts. The warm meals waiting for her even when she hadn’t asked.

The way he would massage her shoulders when she worked late into the night, murmuring about how she needed to take better care of herself.

The way his fingers would trail along her wrist, gentle yet firm, as if reassuring himself that she was still here.

It was suffocating.

It was sweet.

It was… unnatural.

And Ahcehera did not trust it.

She found herself lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together what had gone wrong.

Her experiments had been sound. Theoretically, the bond should have been severed permanently.

There should have been nothing left. And yet, instead of Rohzivaan feeling distance, he had drawn even closer.

Was this an unknown reaction to the serum? Or had she unknowingly changed something deeper?

She tested him, subtly at first. She left for longer periods, expecting to feel a shift in his demeanor. He remained the same.

She brought up past disagreements, old arguments that had once sparked tension between them. He only smiled and brushed them aside, as if they no longer mattered.

She even let other suitors approach her at public gatherings, expecting to see a flicker of jealousy or possessiveness. But Rohzivaan remained… adoring.

Not angry. Not jealous. Just unwaveringly devoted. Ahcehera didn’t know whether to be disturbed or fascinated.

Had she truly severed the mate bond? Or had she replaced it with something else entirely? And if so… What was this new connection between them?

She needed answers. She returned to her lab under the cover of night, running scans on her own body, checking for any lingering traces of the bond.

Nothing. The bond was gone. But her DNA had changed. Her eyes darkened. This wasn’t right. She had expected the severance to be clean. To be final. But what if…

She glanced at the files, her fingers trembling slightly. What if breaking the mate bond didn’t erase emotions, but rather… rewired them?

What if she hadn’t severed the bond at all. But redirected it?

Her heart pounded as she pieced it together. The mate bond was a link of fate, something intangible yet powerful. But fate was a delicate thing.

If she had forced it to break. Then where had it gone? Her stomach twisted.

She had removed the binding thread, only to find herself woven into something even more unbreakable. And Rohzivaan…

He wasn’t just bound. He was obsessed. Ahcehera’s breath hitched as she stared at the data before her. The bond was gone, erased from her existence as if it had never been there.

Yet, Rohzivaan’s affection had not waned, it had intensified, deepened into something far more consuming.

Had she unknowingly created a new kind of attachment? One not dictated by fate, but by something else, something even stronger?

Her fingers curled into fists. She had sought freedom, yet now she felt an invisible force pressing against her, suffocating her under the weight of an unknown consequence.

Had she truly broken fate? Or had she merely reshaped it into something far worse?