Late into the night, Chateau remained seated in the same spot she had occupied for the past hour, waiting for her beloved Leonard to return home.Her anxiety grew with every passing moment. It had been hours since Leonard had been reachable, and no one knew his whereabouts after he mentioned visiting Ellijah at the hospital. The mystery of his absence kept her wide awake.Clutching her knitted cardigan tightly around her small frame, Chateau tried to shield herself from the cold night air that seemed to seep through the bulletproof glass enclosing the room. She stared out at the sprawling city lights, their vibrant beauty failing to distract her from her worries.She picked up her phone once again, dialing Leonard's number, but as before, there was no response. Frowning deeper, she bit her nails unconsciously, her worry intensifying."Where are you, Leonard?" she whispered, her voice tinged with concern. Despite Leonard’s strength and martial prowess, the fact that he had left in less
Leonard's gaze immediately turned to Chateau when the girl asked such a question. Oh no... Chateau had completely misunderstood. Leonard never intended to disappoint her, let alone make her feel useless.“Because I came here to repay my father’s debt, because I’m just an amateur village girl with little experience... you think it’s fine to treat me as though I don’t exist.”“Chateau, stop. You’ve misunderstood too much.”“You don’t trust me because I’m just a worthless girl. I’m not like the people around you, those you let know about your past wounds. You even make me envy Miss Odette, someone you’ve never smiled at as sweetly as you have. It feels like I’m not needed here—”“CHATEAU.” Leonard interrupted her, forcing her to look at him. He gripped her small shoulders a bit firmly, his sharp eyes locking onto hers. “You are not something so simple to me,” Leonard said, emphasizing every word.Leonard didn’t know how to be gentle, especially with a girl crying in disappointment over h
Countless times during his endless wandering, Leonard abruptly stopped in his tracks, a fleeting image of the Château invading his thoughts. He exhaled deeply, struggling against his heart’s persistent yearning.“Should I meet her now?” Leonard muttered, torn. He knew it was wiser to give Chateau time to calm down after that tumultuous night, but the longer he waited, the more unbearable his longing grew. Despite his typically unwavering focus, when thoughts of Chateau surfaced, even taking another step forward felt impossible.“You’re blocking the view. There are better places to daydream,” a voice interrupted.Leonard turned toward the source, spotting a woman with a sharp expression and a freshly purchased canned coffee in hand. She thrust it toward him brusquely.“I didn’t order coffee,” Leonard said coldly, rejecting it.Her scowl deepened. “Do you think I want to be doing this? Monsieur Tobi asked me to give it to you!”“Tell Theo I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not in the moo
In fleeting moments amidst his relentless path, Gabriel would pause briefly to observe his surroundings. Too much blood stained his memories, too many screams echoed endlessly in his mind. Yet, when he stood still and gazed at the world, the gentle breeze seemed to carry it all away.Cycles of suffering are rarely a choice, and Gabriel Levere certainly hadn’t anticipated reaching this point in life. As he once said, “No one is born a sinner—not my children, not even me.”Gabriel was still young when he found his identity in the dark, merciless underworld. Gambling with his luck, he climbed his way to the top, becoming the leader of a prominent, feared group. He achieved wealth, power, and even true love.But now, what did it all mean?When Gabriel paused, questions about his life began to surface.What has been the purpose of my existence?Is there more wealth to pursue? Surely not.Is there another woman to chase? No—not since Aurora became my everything.Am I only living for my chil
Leonard wandered through countless places, finding not a single clue Gabriel might have left behind.He stepped out of his car hurriedly, searching with urgency, only to return empty-handed and frustrated."Where on earth are you....?" Leonard muttered, his tone heavy with despair. He leaned back against the seat, catching his breath, the frantic movements leaving him momentarily winded.Though Leonard had never spoken about it, nor revealed to anyone the depth of Gabriel's significance in his life, the man was undeniably crucial to him.Gabriel was the one who had extended a helping hand when Leonard had all but given up on the prayers he once whispered. Gabriel had been the only person willing to conduct a funeral for his mother-the one who inspired Leonard to continue living.It didn't matter who Gabriel truly was, or even if he was the one responsible for turning Leonard into the man he had become. The truth remained: Gabriel was the last person Leonard could ever consider a fathe
After being caught in the rain for hours and hearing something deeply upsetting from her partner, Chateau thought she could finally return home and find some peace.However, to her dismay, she was met with yet another unexpected shock.Chateau pushed the door open hurriedly, but the loud sound of shattering glass stopped her in her tracks. The impact rattled her senses. Then she saw him—the man who had just thrown the vase directly in front of her."Welcome back, Lady Lavigne...."Louis, who had thrown the vase, seemed almost as startled as Chateau. He hadn’t anticipated her arrival at that exact moment, nor how his own emotions had flared just as she entered the room.Chateau froze, fear gripping her heart. She recognized him instantly—not because he was a stranger, but because she knew exactly who he was. That made the situation all the more terrifying.She couldn’t speak. Even moving felt like an impossible task. But Chateau knew she couldn’t let herself stay near someone so danger
Chateau could hardly comprehend what was happening to her at that moment.She was fully aware of the grave danger she faced by remaining in the same room as Louis Chaloux, a known killer and criminal. Since entering, her thoughts had been consumed by escape, but no amount of planning could compel her body to move.Instead, she stayed where she was, curled up on the floor, trembling under Louis's unyielding gaze from his self-proclaimed throne. Her eyes silently pleaded for mercy, begging him to let her go, to spare her life.But Louis, unnervingly calm amidst the chaos he had wrought, seemed indifferent to her terror. He continued to speak, as if his only purpose in coming was to recount his story to her. Was this what he meant earlier by seeking a source of comfort for his troubled heart? Even so, Chateau had no idea what could have driven him to such extremes.Gathering what little courage she had left, Chateau risked a glance at him. Louis sat with his elbows resting on his knees,
When Chateau heard Louis’s final words, her lips moved involuntarily. “L-Leonard wouldn’t do that.” Her quiet declaration made Louis pause, though he seemed unsurprised by her response.“Why are you so confident about this? Do you have any guarantees?” Louis asked after a prolonged silence, his gaze fixed on her. “Leonard can easily point a gun at you if the situation demands it. He won’t truly choose you because, deep down, that’s who he has always been. He can’t even be honest with you about everything he knows, can he? He’s still the same cunning criminal who’ll deceive you just to protect himself.”Chateau stared at Louis, confusion clouding her eyes, particularly at his last remark. However, she decided not to address it and instead raised her voice with conviction. “Leonard wouldn’t do that,” she repeated, her confidence growing. “Even if he’s a criminal like you, he’s sincere with me. Leonard didn’t choose to become a criminal. No one hopes to become a murderer, do they?”“Hm..
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