The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 155: The Queen Knows Too Much

Primrose held a handkerchief over her mouth, trying to keep the dust from getting into her lungs.

She stayed near the door, not out of fear, but because the room was musty and cluttered, and she wasn’t too eager to disturb any hidden insects.

"Since it’s just the two of us in here," she began, "I’ll answer your question. No, my husband doesn’t usually act like a jerk. I was the one who asked him to behave that way."

Raven furrowed her brows, visibly confused. "Why?"

[Other women wish for a kind husband,] she thought. [Why would she ask hers to act cold and harsh on purpose?]

Primrose lowered the handkerchief from her mouth, revealing a small, mischievous smile. "Because I want him to gain your husband’s trust," she said.

Even though Primrose didn’t really want to step deeper into the dusty room, she forced herself to walk toward Raven so they could talk face-to-face.

"What do you think about the offer I gave you earlier?" Primrose’s voice softened. "I can hand you the key to your freedom ... but only if you’re willing to take it."

Primrose truly wanted to help her.

But she also knew the painful truth that no matter how much support someone offers, if the person being hurt isn’t ready to leave, no one else can save them.

She didn’t know exactly what had driven Raven to kill the Marquess in the other timeline, but she had a feeling it was for someone she deeply cared about.

Because Primrose could sense that Raven didn’t care much about herself. That was what hurt the most.

"I’m fine, Your Majesty," Raven said softly. "You don’t need to do anything for me."

See?

Even with bruises all over her body, Raven still insisted on staying in this nightmare.

If that wasn’t a sign of how little she valued her own worth, Primrose didn’t know what was.

"Lady Raven," she said gently but firmly, "I’m offering you freedom. And if you turn me down now ... there may never be another chance."

Because in truth, no one else was going to offer her a way out anymore.

In her previous life, after Raven was arrested, not a single one of her children came to visit her in prison.

People whispered that they were ashamed of her, that they abandoned her to protect their own names.

But when Primrose met Raven’s eldest son in this life and heard his thoughts, she knew her children would never abandon their beloved mother.

It wasn’t the children who had turned away.

It was Raven.

She might have pushed them away, telling them to keep their distance, so their names wouldn’t be stained by her crimes.

"I’m truly grateful for your kindness, Your Majesty," Raven said, lowering her gaze. "But I ... I can’t divorce my husband."

[If I leave now, all the pain I’ve endured would be for nothing,] she thought.

[I just have to hold on a little longer.]

And in that moment, Primrose began to suspect that Raven hadn’t killed the Marquess by accident.

No. There was a possibility that she had planned it.

But if that was true, why wait so long? Why not do it earlier?

Wait ... how old was Cassian again?

Seventeen?

Suddenly, the pieces fell into place.

Cassian had always been the rightful heir to his father’s wealth and title.

But in Noctvaris, no one could inherit a title or manage a territory on their own until they were at least nineteen.

If the Marquess died before his son turned nineteen, Cassian would still inherit the title.

But the real power—the authority to manage land, money, and political decisions, would fall to another adult in the family.

It could go to Cassian’s uncle, or even a distant cousin, as long as they were over nineteen.

Technically, Raven could have been named Cassian’s guardian.

But since she planned to end her husband’s life ... that wasn’t an option anymore.

From what Primrose had heard in the whispers of gossip, the Marquess of Moonshadow’s family didn’t have a clean reputation.

There were many rumors, accusations of murdering servants, having illegitimate children, and secrets buried behind gilded doors.

There was no solid proof, of course, and none of them had a criminal record in the royal archives.

But seeing how determined Raven was to keep her children away from her husband’s family influence, there was a good chance those rumors were true.

"Are you afraid?" Primrose asked softly. "Afraid that you’ll lose the inheritance ... or custody of your children?"

She looked into Raven’s eyes. "Lady Raven, I have a way. A way to make sure everything your husband owns becomes yours. And that your children stay with you, where they’re safe."

Raven looked skeptical, her mind clouded with doubt.

[How could something like that be possible?]

[The only way to guarantee my children’s safety and protect their inheritance ... is to kill my husband.]

[But not yet. Not now. I need to wait for the right moment. It’s the only way I can fulfill the prophecy.]

Prophecy?

What kind of prophecy was Raven chasing that made her willing to marry a monster, and give up everything?

"Your Majesty," Raven finally said, "I mean no disrespect ... but what you’re suggesting sounds impossible."

She lifted her head and looked directly into Primrose’s golden eyes. "As long as my husband is alive, he’ll never let me have his wealth, and I know he won’t even let me see my own children after the divorce."

Primrose gave her a faint smile and leaned in. "That would only be true ... if he stays alive," she whispered.

Then, softly, close to Raven’s ear, she said, "What if I help you a little by giving you something to end his life?"

Raven’s eyes widened in shock, and she took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. "Your Majesty ... do you even realize what you’re saying? That’s a serious crime."

"Do I look like someone who doesn’t know that?" Primrose stepped back slightly, her expression turning serious. "Lady Raven, both of us know that sometimes, humans can be just as dangerous as beasts."

"Besides ... you’re no stranger to killing, are you?" She lowered her voice to a hush. "You’re a dark witch, aren’t you?"

Primrose had once thought that was just an insult people threw at Raven, cruel words meant to shame her.

After speaking with Salem, the truth had become clear.

Raven was indeed a dark witch, one who wasn’t affiliated with the Magic Tower because of the way she used magic in unorthodox, forbidden ways.

Before she married the Marquess of Moonshadow, she had nearly been executed by the Magic Tower for allegedly sending black magic to one of their holy leaders.

Raven had escaped that fate by changing her name and her appearance.

According to Salem, she had made a deal with the Marquess, offering him wealth and power in exchange for protection.

She’d eliminated his business rivals one by one, clearing his path to success.

With no one left in his way, the Marquess had been able to grow his empire and become wealthy beyond measure.

In return for helping the Marquess, Raven had only one request, she wanted him to marry her.

Back then, Salem had warned her. He told her the Marquess was a cruel, heartless man and begged her not to go through with it.

But Raven didn’t listen. She simply replied, "I need to do this."

After that, Salem never saw her again.

He refused to attend the wedding, and he never once tried to meet her husband.

This part confused Primrose a little.

If Raven truly was a dark witch, then why didn’t she fight back?

And when she finally killed him, why did she stab him seventy times with a dagger?

Primrose had heard the dagger was specially made to kill a beast like him, but still, wouldn’t it have been easier for Raven to just cast a death spell?

The more Primrose thought about it, the more she realized that Raven was like a locked book.

People could read the cover and glance at the synopsis on the back, but no one could open the pages and truly understand what was inside her mind.

No one, except Primrose.

Because she held the key to read Raven’s thoughts, like flipping through the pages of an open diary.

"I only kill people who truly deserve to die," Raven said suddenly, her voice sharp.

Her eyes narrowed, and the softness she’d shown earlier disappeared in an instant. She stood straighter, her entire presence more guarded now.

She continued, "Your Majesty ... it seems you know a lot more about me than I thought."

[She seems so sweet,] Raven thought, [and honestly, I’ve liked her ever since we met at her tea party.]

But then her thoughts turned darker. [But now ... she knows too much. I’m afraid she could ruin everything I’ve planned.]

Primrose took a small step back, not because she was afraid, but to give space.

She looked calm, her voice steady as she replied, "Salem told me everything about you."

"Salem told me everything," she said softly. "And actually ... another reason I came here today was to give you a chance to meet your old friend again."