How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 113
‘W-Was it because I was nervous?’
Her feet finally moved, but her legs were trembling so much that she could barely walk properly. Richelle wanted to leave the grim, shady street as quickly as possible when suddenly, creak, a door in front of her opened as if inviting her inside. She thought someone was about to come out, but no one appeared.
There was no wind, so why had the door opened by itself? Peeking through the open door, the inside of the building seemed eerily quiet.
“What is this?”
It felt like she was being lured in—perhaps bewitched—but for some strange reason, Richelle felt an overwhelming urge to enter. Even though her entire body trembled with fear, her feet carried her toward the open door.
It was the back door of a shop, and soon she noticed another door that was already open. Light spilled from inside, drawing her closer. It felt like whatever she was looking for was behind that door, making it impossible for her to turn away. As she approached, a familiar voice reached her ears—it was Leticia.
‘That voice… Is Leticia here? What is she doing in a place like this?’
The tense, agitated female voice made Richelle swallow nervously.
“Ah!”
“Where do you think you’re going, you bxtch? Do you know how much money I’ve spent on you?”
Inside was a blonde woman whose back Richelle recognized immediately.
‘Leticia?’
Leticia was wearing a cheap, revealing dress, almost as if she was completely naked. She was forced to spread her legs for a repulsive man, who was trying to shave her pubic hair against her will.
What… what is she doing?
“Heh, once I shave you clean, I’ll show you a good time.”
“No! I said no!”
My God!
“Hup!”
Richelle nearly let out a scream but quickly covered her mouth with both hands. She turned and fled from the revolting scene. What was Leticia doing here? What had she just witnessed? The corset tightening around Richelle’s waist made her head spin, and she felt like she might throw up.
Her stomach churned, but her lips kept curling upwards into a grin.
“Kuhuhu… Hahaha…”
Soon, Richelle couldn’t hold back her laughter, her suppressed giggles forcing their way through her tightly pressed lips. She laughed so hard that tears filled her eyes.
So, her family really did go bankrupt.
In the end, she became a pr*stitute? Oh, this is priceless. She really is doing whatever it takes to make money.
Wiping away her tears, Richelle looked back at the red-light district she had just escaped from. She thought of Leticia, rolling around with some perverted man inside.
“Filthy slvt. You’re finished now. Hahaha… Rot away in that filthy gutter for the rest of your life.”
Richelle spoke with fake pity, but she couldn’t understand why she felt so pleased. She had never seen a woman walk out of a place like that and live a normal life. Leticia wouldn’t be able to escape from there on her own.
Then… who sent the letter?
Thinking it over, Richelle realized that the letter might not have been a cry for help from Leticia after all. But what did it matter who sent it?
Her glee was short-lived. Richelle had thought Leticia would rot in that brothel forever, but instead, Leticia returned to the academy as if nothing had happened. And she was accompanied by the flawless, intimidating Vallon. Together, they lived more luxuriously than ever before.
It wasn’t just the same as before—it was even grander. Richelle couldn’t get close to Leticia anymore, but others quietly envied her for receiving so much attention from Vallon.
How could Leticia still be smiling innocently after selling her body in such a filthy place? Richelle could no longer stand the sight of her.
What is this w***e doing, messing with my peace of mind? And it was obvious Leticia knew something about Vallon, too.
She must have been secretly getting close to him behind my back. All this time, I was busy standing up to Vallon and taking the fall for her, without knowing anything.
Vallon, the only son of the powerful Kattravan Duchy, seemed to be completely captivated by Leticia.
“Does a w***e like her deserve that kind of attention?”
All the rumors about how dangerous Vallon was to Leticia fell on deaf ears. Richelle convinced herself that they were just tactics to keep Vallon away from her, to claim him all for herself.
Greedy b*tch.
Richelle’s longstanding inferiority complex wasn’t satisfied even with Leticia’s fall from grace. Even after being ostracized, Leticia remained beautiful, and despite the nasty rumors, Vallon never left her side.
To Richelle, everything about Leticia was unbearably offensive.
‘Cunning little vixen. You really managed to seduce him.’
Her jealousy slowly consumed her, eventually turning into hatred. Richelle’s growing anger pushed her to harm Leticia.
***
Watching Leticia tumble down the stairs, Richelle felt like this was truly the final goodbye.
Goodbye, Leticia. My best friend. There’s no way you can remain beautiful, even as you rot in the dirt.
