Chapter 120: A new name
She was only a project.
A thing to acquire Belzebuth's talent… but for what reason?
Why would her mother want that talent for her? Sure, it was powerful — but what was the purpose behind it all?
These questions had haunted her since that fateful day.
And the worst part was, she could no longer get the answer — because her mother had died that very day.
Zara's tears flowed freely, her black eyes locked into Noah's silver gaze.
She expected to see pity there.
Pity for the fact that she was chasing after a man who didn't even care if she lived or died.
Pity for the childhood she had barely survived.
Pity that her own mother had seen her only as a tool.
But what she saw in Noah's eyes wasn't pity.
It was compassion.
It was love.
And it was respect.
Compassion for her pain.
Love — the kind she had never dared believe in, not from a man like him, known for gathering women around him.
And respect…
