For Sale: Male Lead, Obsession Included - Chapter 8
Get rid of him, she said. When I asked for clarification, Lavelier laughed, a laugh that sounded almost like screeching noise.
“He’s dead. I waited for you to take care of him, and now the smell has even reached here. Just remove it from my sight, will you?”
Turning my eyes, trembling, to the corner, indeed, the slave lay motionless on the floor. No wonder the maid who called me had looked so pale.
‘She killed another person.’
After dealing with the deceased, here I was, thinking, ‘You’d horrify even a devil.’
Lavelier, who places no more value on human life than on a fly, what kind of punishment would be fitting for her?
Prison?
No, that’s too easy.
And execution would end too quickly for her to even realize her wrongs.
I thought the best way to torment her would be to crush the luxury and nobility she cherishes most. If she fell to a status even lower than the bastard child or slaves she despised, what expression would Lavelier wear then?
‘Just wait.’
After briefly glaring at the floor where Lavelier’s room was located, I slowly opened my door.
What had Declan been doing while waiting for me? As I entered the room, expecting to find him…
“Declan?”
My slave, who should have been somewhere here, was nowhere to be seen. Only a neatly spread picture book welcomed me.
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“Where did that kid go, damn it.”
I had told him to just wait quietly in the room! I tossed my bag aside and began running around, searching everywhere. After searching the whole floor and not finding him, my mouth started to go dry.
Because… in a villainous household like this, there’s no one sane but me.
What if someone had found Declan and was mistreating him…? And what if flames of vengeance were kindling in Declan’s heart…?
’No! No way! I’ve suffered too much just to avoid the massacre ending!’
I can’t ruin my plans just a day after getting my hands on the male lead…
Overwhelmed by a sense of darkness flashing before my eyes, I moved my legs faster, and after a while, I found Declan… behind the mansion at the laundry area.
“Haah—”
Breath rushed fast through my lips. I steadied my breathing with my hands on my knees, exhaling a long sigh of relief at the sight of Declan crouching in the distance.
As expected, Declan wasn’t alone. Several maids surrounded him, threateningly.
And there was Declan, dipping his hands in the stream, doing the laundry.
“So this is a welcoming ceremony for the newcomer. I’m sick of it, so tired of it.”
Watching Declan silently doing the laundry in the icy stream during this harsh winter, I let out a sigh of frustration.
As Declan struggled to continue with his hands frozen, the maids laughed heartily, throwing more laundry at him.
“Isn’t it a shame about his face? To think that such a face belongs to that bastard’s slave.”
“That’s right. It’s such a waste. That bastard has good taste too. Didn’t she beg for this slave as soon as she saw him?”
“She’s just a bastard anyway, she can’t say anything. Maybe I should take him myself.”
“Are you planning to do something with the slave?”
The maids’ flirtations filled with s-xual innuendo reached me along with their frivolous laughter.
Disgusting.
Those considered lower and despicable by them never escape harassment, much like certain individuals in this household.
Do personalities also rub off on those living under the same roof?
I coughed dryly and without hesitation ran towards Declan.
Then, grasping his ice-cold wrist, I pulled him up.
“Get up.”
His hands were not just red but darkened from how long he had been doing the laundry outside.
‘These wretches…’
This is gonna get us close to the massacre ending!
Seeing his delicate hands, I ground my teeth.
The maid in front, Gina, burst out laughing at the sight.
“Oh my, Miss. Have you fallen for this slave already? Even so, to a slave…”
My sudden appearance briefly startled the other maids, but emboldened by Gina’s audacity, they straightened their shoulders and joined in.
“Why, they do make a fine pair. A bastard and a slave.”
Another maid, Enne, joined in the mockery.
All too familiar faces. Despite being demoted to the laundry room because of their bad attitudes, they seemed unable to change their ways.
Well, who can change a dog’s habits?
As a child, they used to trip me while I walked or lock me in a closet, giggling at my cries.
I clenched my teeth at the nightmare of the past.
Back then, I was too young, and I was too afraid of their retaliation to know when I could escape from this house.
So, I didn’t fight back and stupidly suffered.
‘But now, it’s different.’
At fifteen, I’ve grown to nearly to my full height, and besides, I have the strong male lead behind me, ensuring my escape.
That means.
I no longer need to endure these maids’ torments.
“Miss, do you want to be locked in the closet again?”
As the maids menacingly surrounded me, I felt Declan gently tug at my coat.
Holding back the boy who tried to step forward, I stepped ahead myself and then looked each of them in the eye.
Reading my unusually defiant gaze, Gina, the leader of the maids, hesitated in her approach.
I curved my eyes into crescents and sharply lifted the corners of my mouth.
“Go ahead. Try it if you think you can.”
