Chateau tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Leonard’s cold, unwavering gaze. She was startled, of course, but wasn’t Leonard equally surprised?No, rather than surprise, Leonard seemed more puzzled as to why Chateau had been standing by the door for so long.“Ah, Leonard... you’re back,” Chateau murmured, her voice tinged with nervousness. She wasn’t entirely sure what to say just yet.Leonard, however, brushed past her pleasantries and asked pointedly, “Why are you standing here?” His tone was sharp, impatient. Leonard couldn’t fathom why such a simple question seemed to stump Chateau. He wasn’t one to waste time waiting for answers.“Do you realize how dangerous it is to linger at the door like that?” he added curtly.Without waiting for her response, Leonard took her hand firmly and pulled her inside the apartment, locking the door behind them. His actions were deliberate, his expression serious, as if to emphasize the importance of safety in his absence.Chateau, on the oth
Chateau stared blankly at the night sky, void of a single star. Amid the monotonous view, she fixed her gaze, her thoughts wandering.If asked why she hadn’t cocooned herself in blankets and drifted into the realm of dreams, Chateau had one clear reason.Of course, that reason was Leonard.Silent nights like these offered the perfect time for deep contemplation, especially about her beautiful yet strained relationship with him.Chateau refrained from speaking, shrouded in fear that Leonard might honestly voice his disappointment about her leaving that night. She didn’t want to bring it up. After all, Leonard didn’t seem eager to discuss it either.This should have been a relief for Chateau, but instead, it consumed her thoughts even more.Why wouldn’t Leonard speak first? Did her presence mean so little to him that silence could return things to normal? Chateau yearned to know his thoughts, but the man remained mute, avoiding her as though unwilling to address anything between them.A
“But he is my lover, Mama.”Amelia froze, her eyes widening in disbelief at what she had just heard.How could Chateau still prioritize her love story when Amelia was already this distressed?Did love truly outweigh a mother’s anxiety over her daughter’s safety?“I’ll listen to your heart later, Chateau. For now, we need to leave,” Amelia stated firmly. She had refused to explain herself repeatedly, not because she didn’t want to, but because the most important thing at this moment was to get away—far from Leonard. If Leonard saw them or even found them, her plan was certain to fail.Dealing with Chateau alone was already difficult enough.“I refuse!” Chateau snapped stubbornly, rejecting her mother’s plea.“I’m staying here until Leonard returns—and I’ll keep doing so moving forward.”“Chateau, why are you so stubborn, child? Do you truly choose that murderous man over your own mother?”“And why, Mama, did you meet with Louis and listen to his poison? Don’t you know that Louis is not
Chateau froze in place. Seeing Leonard’s arrival after hearing the truth from her mother’s lips left her utterly shocked, and a tinge of that shock hurt her deeply.Amelia, however, acted quickly. She positioned herself protectively in front of Chateau as if Leonard were a threat poised to strike her daughter at any moment.Leonard had initially assumed there was some danger targeting Chateau when he saw her apartment door wide open. That’s why he ran with all his strength, his breath erratic. But when he arrived, he was taken aback to see Amelia, unannounced, ready to leave with Chateau in tow.“What exactly are you planning to do with Chateau, Madame?” Leonard asked, stepping slightly forward. Amelia immediately reacted defensively, her stance tense. Leonard raised an eyebrow, puzzled.“What I plan to do with Chateau is none of your business, Monsieur Hugues. Chateau is my daughter.”“But your daughter is also my woman. You can’t just take her away.”“From this moment on, she is no
Château thought she would find it hard to sleep because she missed Leonard, but the truth was, she didn’t sleep at all.This morning, Château busied herself folding the clothes she planned to take home. Even now, she couldn’t believe Leonard hadn’t reached out to her. Though she was packed and ready, she sat motionless, her mind drifting back to thoughts she desperately wanted to avoid.She now knew the truth about the kind of relationship her father had with Leonard. Château had assumed it was merely a significant debt, but the reality was far worse.When they arrived at the hotel, Amelia had explained in more detail what her father had done. Henri Lavigne had been the most trusted lieutenant of Victor Luc Hugues. As Victor’s favorite subordinate, Henri had access to privileges others could only dream of—chief among them, safeguarding the secrets of Victor’s empire.But Henri, tempted by promises of greater power, had forged an alliance with Frédéric Chevalier, becoming the key playe
Chateau took a deep breath and exhaled sharply as she unlocked the apartment door. To her surprise, the passcode hadn’t been changed. The apartment was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of city lights streaming through the glass walls.A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips. Even in his absence, Leonard found a way to avoid her. It was clear he was keeping his distance. She sank into one of the kitchen chairs, the very spot Leonard used to sit in while watching her cook. A bittersweet memory—one that only deepened her pain in moments like this.Her mind wandered to the first time she’d stepped into this apartment. The simplicity and neatness of the space had made it easy for her to adjust. It was a home that reflected Leonard: minimalistic, straightforward, and devoid of unnecessary ornaments. She recalled how Leonard had guided her through the transition. Even when he was unwell, he took the time to answer her endless questions, patiently helping her adapt.“Perhaps Leonard
Leonard stood silent, his gaze fixed on Chateau, his expression betraying a rare trace of shock. It was a reaction that met Chateau’s expectations—she had thought he would maintain his usual calm and detached demeanor."You must despise my father for ruining your life, Leonard..." Chateau began when Leonard’s silence stretched on. "But must I bear the burden of his sins? Must I be the target of your vengeance?""Chateau... I am not seeking vengeance with—""You took me as payment for a debt, you said. But you’ve never even told me what debt my father owed you, so grave that you had to take me as compensation." Chateau tightened her fists around the fabric of her gown, fighting the urge to cry. She wanted to voice the feelings she had buried deep inside. "Do you have any idea how that made me feel, Leonard? I felt worthless, like an object destined to be discarded. How could you treat me that way?"Chateau glanced at Leonard, who remained silent, his lips pressed into a tight line. Per
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
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