Chateau shivered at Tethia's words but felt compelled to hear more, driven by her survival instincts.“What do you mean, Tethia?” she asked.Tethia’s gaze drifted away, her tone detached. “Giraud and I don’t love each other. The funny thing is, we act as if we do.” Her voice, expression, and body language made it clear this wasn’t a situation she enjoyed.Chateau stayed silent, absorbing Tethia’s words even though they were hard to process. She realized she had misinterpreted Tethia’s smiles and statements. Tethia’s happiness here wasn’t born of love or affection—it stemmed from something far different.Tethia leaned in close, lowering her voice. “I’m just a girl hired to satisfy his appetite for women.” She leaned back, leaving Chateau stunned and speechless.“This isn’t unusual or shocking in this world, Chateau. Giraud likes women, and I happened to catch his eye. So, I’ve made the most of that opportunity.”Chateau hesitated, then asked, “What’s your true goal, Tethia?”Tethia chu
Chateau and Tethia continued their stroll on a bright and sunny day."Chateau, you have to see this!" Tethia exclaimed, dragging her friend along before she could fully take in her current surroundings. Despite being a newcomer to Marseille, Chateau seemed calmer and more reserved compared to Tethia, who was brimming with excitement as they explored the city's entertainment hub. Born and raised in the bustling port city, Tethia seemed as though she was rediscovering Marseille through new eyes.Their destination was a lively street lined with shops selling a myriad of items, a hotspot popular among both domestic and international tourists. The area resembled a vibrant street market, filled with an assortment of goods. Chateau observed the lively scene, taking in the bustling atmosphere. Unlike her hometown, where she had to venture into the city center for such experiences, here it was just a short distance from the mansion where she stayed.More than half an hour had passed since they
Another voice pierced the silence among the three. Simultaneously, they turned toward the source, each reacting differently to the presence of the newcomer: Leonard diverted his gaze to mask his displeasure.Chateau froze, recalled Giraud's voice when he talked about her execution—back then, in Leonard's room. She slightly stepped back, and Leonard just noticed it so he walked forward to kept Chateau behind his back “Giraud!” Meanwhile Tethia exclaimed in happiness.Only then did Chateau recognize him as Giraud Maxence, a 37-year-old man infamous for his harem of women at Rosemount Estate. Among them were Madison, Amber, and Tethia—just three of the seven women under his sway.Recalling her lengthy conversation with Tethia earlier that morning, Chateau found it unsurprising that the wavy-haired girl with her single ponytail would be so delighted to see him. It had been a while since their last meeting, and for them, a hug seemed a natural way to reconnect—albeit a gesture typical of
Leonard remained silent for a long time, his lips pressed tightly together as though sealed shut. In truth, they were—by the weight of Chateau’s words.The girl with her golden-blonde hair continued to gaze at Leonard, and he did the same. Neither seemed aware of how much time had passed as they exchanged a prolonged, unreadable look.Chateau was the first to snap out of it. She couldn’t understand why they had been locked in eye contact for so long. Since her statement, Leonard hadn’t uttered a single word.She knew Leonard wasn’t one to talk much, but couldn’t he have said something in response? Even a low murmur would have sufficed, just to make her feel like her words hadn’t been so strange they didn’t deserve acknowledgment. Embarrassment and discomfort swirled within her.But her feelings didn’t last long as a new thought crossed her mind. Perhaps Leonard’s silence wasn’t because of her words but because his thoughts had wandered elsewhere. “No—Leonard, you’re not thinking somet
Chateau froze, a shiver running down her spine at Leonard's words.“T-today’s such a beautiful day. You shouldn’t ruin it with such a grim words,” she remarked, attempting to counsel him. Leonard remained indifferent, his gaze steady and unyielding.Chateau sighed softly, feeling a flicker of satisfaction at having the chance to advise Leonard. A faint smile played on her lips as she turned her attention back to the passing scenery.“It’s been a fortnight since we last saw each other. Maybe you were really busy, but even with your free time, you didn’t think to visit me,” she murmured.But it seemed she had no real intention of being heard. Sitting deliberately out of alignment, her voice was just a soft murmur—audible, yet faint enough that Leonard might brush her concerns off.“You should at least check on me, shouldn’t you? You make me feel like an abandoned child in a city this big. Even my parents never let go of my hand, not even in a brightest place,” she added softly.Leonard’
Without realizing it, Chateau had spent an entire day with Leonard—something she never expected. Now they were at a restaurant, ready to enjoy dinner after a day filled with walking around and snacking on street food. Leonard insisted that she nourish her body properly; too much snacking, he claimed, wasn’t good for her."Order now," Leonard instructed as the menu was handed to them. Chateau smiled, delighted, and started browsing the options. Her heart practically skipped a beat. Everything on the menu looked delicious, and she couldn’t decide—she wanted it all.Even though she had already indulged in plenty of street food, the sight of the menu ignited her hunger anew, as if she hadn’t eaten in two days. Biting her lower lip, she recalled how, back in Rosemount, the house rules forbade her from ordering more than three main dishes."Make a decision," Leonard's voice broke her thoughts. She glanced at him from behind the menu. "Order whatever you want.""Really?""Yes. Or should I bu
Her thoughts unsettled her, and Chateau finally mustered the courage to speak."Leonard..." she called softly. Leonard remained focused on driving, his gaze fixed ahead, but she knew he was listening. Encouraged, Chateau decided to continue. "Were you offended by what I said earlier?"As always, Leonard took his time responding, leaving Chateau to wait in silence. He was likely debating whether to answer or not. Chateau silently bet that he wouldn’t."No."To her surprise, Leonard replied, not even asking which part of her words she was referring to. That meant he already knew what she was talking about."You know what I meant?""I was reminded of a sad story about a child when you spoke. That’s why I seemed offended. But I honestly don’t care."Chateau pressed her lips together, unwilling to respond. For some reason, she didn’t want to believe him. Should she seek out the truth on her own? Yes, she supposed she should.With her baseless worries set aside for the day, Chateau resolved
Louis Chaloux. That name had lingered in Leonard’s mind for the past five years. If someone asked whether Leonard knew him, the answer would undoubtedly be: intimately.Long before today, Leonard and Louis shared a close and sweet relationship. Brothers, some would say. Though nothing legally bound them, and the label was nothing more than a convenient term. Yet, over time, Leonard began to accept it as something real—something that brought him out of the solitude he'd once embraced.Leonard liked Louis. He was the sweet, occasionally spoiled younger brother. Louis admired Leonard, the cold yet effortlessly cool elder sibling. It was a blissful bond during their childhood—a time filled with pure joy, a world untouched by the realities that awaited them.But adulthood brought complexity. Thoughts sharpened, logic took root.How...? How could it be?How could that person claim to be his brother? How could he, the heir, bow to another as if he were a mere subordinate?Louis grew up with
Chateau lost her shoes at some point during her journey here. She paused briefly to catch her breath, scanning her surroundings in hopes of spotting Leonard. If the gray-eyed man with brown hair was truly Leonard, why was this chase necessary? Why hadn’t he just come to her? Why had he made her run all the way to the village center just to find him among so many people?“Leonard...”Chateau searched the crowd, desperately trying to match each face with the image burned into her memory. Tall and lean, with brown hair and a confident stride—Leonard should stand out easily. Yet, she couldn’t find him. Was he even here? Had Shawn been mistaken? Was she foolish to hope?Her heart ached with the realization that hope did not guarantee reality. She had allowed herself to believe in finding Leonard, forgetting to consider other possibilities. In that moment, she was overcome by the betrayal of her own expectations.“What was I thinking?” she muttered, ashamed. “Why did I run all the way here?
Chateau had no idea how long she had been sitting under the shade of that large tree. She stared into the distance, her thoughts drifting as she recalled the events she had forgotten since that fateful night. However, the more she remembered, the more regret and frustration bubbled within her—anger at herself for nearly forgetting who Leonard Hugues was. The truth was undeniable: Leonard was the one person she could not imagine living without, even for a second."You fool… how could you do this to Leonard?" Chateau muttered, berating herself in despair. She wiped her tears away, but no matter how much she tried, Leonard did not appear before her.Leaning back against the tree, she wept again. "Where are you, Leonard? Won’t you come back?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why won’t you return? I’m not angry about your lies. Madam Aurora said Louis is dead, but why… why won’t you come back?"She bowed her head, hiding her tear-streaked face, which must have looked dreadful from all
[Eight Months Later]"Lady Lavigne! Lady...!"A young woman with golden blonde hair turned quickly as someone called her name. Her long, wavy hair danced with the gentle breeze of the fields, like a hanging cloth swaying gracefully."Good morning, Uncle. What is it?" the young woman asked, her radiant smile warming the air around her."Good news for you, Lady! Five of our sheep gave birth today!""Oh, really? How many lambs were born?""Seventeen lambs, Lady! And all of them are healthy!"Chateau Lavigne couldn't hide her joy as she received the wonderful news on this bright morning. The sheep on her farm had given birth to healthy lambs. She could already imagine the adorable, plump lambs she was eager to see."Will you go and see them now, Lady?"Chateau naturally nodded, her excitement palpable. She hurried from the tall sunflower fields, eager to meet her new lambs."We must ensure they get their vitamins and vaccines to keep them healthy, Uncle Shawn," Chateau said, letting the o
Louis paused, observing Leonard struggle to stand upright atop the rubble. Leonard's sharp gaze pierced through the tension, and then he smirked faintly. "Do you wish to see Sophie that badly? I'd be happy to escort you."Louis laughed bitterly, though his irritation was evident. Leonard's arrogance persisted, even as he appeared on the verge of death. Blood smeared half of Leonard's face, his once-white shirt tattered and stained with crimson. The numerous tears in his clothing revealed the extent of his injuries, and his mangled right hand clutched a broken pistol.Glancing at Louis' line of sight, Leonard acknowledged his own state, tossing aside the useless weapon. "Let's finish this," he declared, his voice steady despite his condition.Louis scoffed and extended his palm dismissively. "Finish what? You're barely standing. Why prolong your suffering? Just lay down and wait for your end. It's inevitable-""Are you scared?" Leonard interrupted calmly.The taunt struck a nerve. Loui
Leonard collapsed to the ground, but the relentless barrage of bullets forced him to crawl, enduring the searing pain, toward any form of cover he could find. He tugged at his numbed leg briefly, only to notice that Louis' bullet had carved a deep gash into his ankle."Damn it!" he muttered through gritted teeth, wincing as he tore a strip from his pants to staunch the bleeding. The journey ahead was far from over, and he couldn't afford to lose strength from such a wound.While Leonard was battered and bleeding, Louis stood unscathed, his posture calm and unyielding. If Louis had only wielded a single gun, Leonard might have had a chance to even the odds. Yet, Louis had swapped to another pistol the moment the first two ran out of ammunition, giving Leonard no opportunity to regroup.Leonard steadied his breathing as Louis began speaking."You know, this suit I'm wearing tonight-it was a gift from my lover. She gave it to me as a present. At first, I didn't like it and even considere
Leonard walked down the concrete stairs of an old, unfinished building. With weary steps and a somber expression, he kept his gaze fixed on the ground, paying careful attention to his footing until he reached his destination.Today was as he had promised-he would meet Louis, no matter where the man was. This wasn't a reunion to reminisce or rekindle; it was a meeting with a singular purpose: to kill each other.Naturally, Leonard's feelings were far from composed. He had asked Louis's biological mother for permission to kill her son. Wasn't that utterly tragic? What mother wouldn't feel torn when her child faced mortal danger, even if there was nothing she could do to stop it?"Oh, you're here, Leonard...?"Leonard's gaze shifted straight ahead, focusing on Louis, who stood with his back to him, casually smoking while leaning against a pillar in the open framework of the fourth floor. The wind blew fiercely at this height, and the night sky offered no clarity. Louis chose to smoke as
It had been more than a week since Chateau lay bedridden in the hospital, and during that time, Leonard never missed a single day of visiting her.After the accident, Chateau had suffered severe injuries. The blow to her head caused trauma that medical experts still couldn't fully diagnose, and several of her bones were fractured. They said it was astonishing she survived the critical phase at all. Considering the severity of her injuries, her survival felt like a miracle.Hearing this, Leonard could only be grateful and thank a God he had long stopped believing in. After so many years, he finally prayed again, even struggling to remember God's name. But this time, Leonard's prayers were answered: Chateau made it through the critical period. However, this didn’t mean her path ahead was smooth.Given the trauma to her cranial nerves, the medical team could only observe and wait for symptoms to manifest. In the meantime, they provided Chateau with the best intensive care possible, prepa
For Louis, his words asking Sophie to die for his sake were nothing more than a trivial joke in the midst of his drunkenness. But he didn’t know it would become a vow Sophie felt bound to fulfill.Louis could only stand with a weary gaze in front of the glass-doored room, watching as the medical staff gave up on trying to save the life of the woman lying motionless in their midst.Today, Sophie had acted recklessly. She threw herself in front of Chateau’s car, causing a crash that ended with the vehicle slamming violently into a tree. She knew Louis would have planned something like this. She knew he had it all arranged. But what Louis couldn’t understand was why Sophie had to take the place of someone he had already paid to make such a sacrifice.Louis remained silent, though inwardly he cursed Sophie’s foolishness. This was no lie. It was evident in the tightness of his clenched fists.Louis then entered the room without asking for permission. His gaze was icy, indicating that no on
Château returned to her mother’s place in a disheveled state. Perhaps it was from crying too much earlier, but nothing had changed except for her growing desire to leave. Her feelings remained the same—chaotic and disordered. Despite the harsh words she had directed at Leonard, they hadn’t managed to erase the affection she still held for him. Even now, at the moment she was truly leaving and might never return."Château…” Amelia greeted her with a warm embrace. Her anxiety only deepened upon seeing her daughter in such a distressed state.Château was no longer crying—perhaps she was too exhausted—but her hollow gaze suggested her body was merely an empty shell.“Are we leaving right away?” Château asked flatly, her voice devoid of any tone.Amelia looked at her with concern. She didn’t know what had transpired when Château met Leonard before their departure, but it must have been devastating to leave her daughter in this condition. Whatever the two had discussed, Amelia resolved to s