The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 2
However, being kidnapped was no time to blush like a girl falling in love for the first time. She lowered her head, feigning fear.
“There’s no need to be so frightened. If Zephyros Rosebel releases the hostage, we plan to return you as well.”
Terche Fontos spoke in a calm, even tone.
Psyche recalled the original female lead’s response at this moment and opened her mouth.
“…What if my brother doesn’t release the hostage?”
“Then we won’t let you go easily, either. Psyche Rosebel, I hear Zephyros Rosebel cherishes you deeply.”
“That’s just a rumor. My brother has already started this hostage drama… he wouldn’t let the hostage go just for my sake.”
“And what do you think we’ll do to you?”
Serdin approached her with a menacing aura.
Psyche flinched and slowly lifted her head, which she had kept bowed. Her golden hair spilled like silk, revealing her elegant face.
Serdin froze momentarily at the sight, but Terche stepped forward.
“Beg to your brother right now. Tell him you’re scared, that you need help, that he should save you. Beg.”
Psyche silently looked down at the crystal orb presented before her.
To the male leads, it seemed as though she were paralyzed with fear, unable to act, but in reality, Psyche’s mind was racing.
‘…What should I do? How can I gain their favor while steering this situation to my advantage?’
Considering the story’s trajectory, she knew she needed to win over the male leads at all costs.
In the novel’s early stages, Psyche had been a target for their anger, suffering severe physical and emotional pain. Shortly after being kidnapped, the male leads had been particularly on edge, and the female lead’s poor handling of the situation had led to tragedy.
Remembering that grim outcome sent a chill down her spine.
Psyche resolved to avoid becoming a scapegoat while working to build goodwill with the male leads.
There were four male leads in Cruel Nights. Each had different preferences, so earning their favor required different approaches.
‘Who should I start with?’
After some thought, Psyche glanced at Serdin.
Serdin was aggressive and temperamental with everyone, regardless of gender or age. Yet, he had a surprising weakness for women showing vulnerability.
In the novel, whenever Psyche, who usually pretended to be strong, revealed her fragile side, Serdin couldn’t help but want to protect her from the other male leads.
‘This seems like the perfect time to show some vulnerability…’
While calculating the most effective way to provoke Serdin, she outwardly maintained a calm demeanor as she accepted the crystal orb.
All eyes were on her.
Feigning an attempt to contact her brother Zephyros, she suddenly bit her lower lip and placed the orb back down.
“…I can’t do it.”
“Ha. Can’t do it?”
Predictably, Serdin’s face twisted into a threatening scowl, and he approached her with heavy steps.
Psyche clutched the blanket like a shield and retreated to the corner of the bed.
“D-Don’t come any closer.”
She pressed herself against the wall, lowering her gaze. Her long, lush eyelashes quivered like fluttering butterfly wings.
The sight was achingly beautiful, evoking both pity and allure.
“Huh? What? Don’t come closer? Did we even do anything yet? Just contact that precious brother of yours.”
“Serdin, take it easy. You’re scaring Phrena.”
A soft, melodic voice cut through the rough exchange.
Psyche’s gaze shifted to the owner of the voice.
One of the two men who had been silently observing the situation while leaning against the wall.
A man who seemed endlessly kind to everyone but was, in truth, the most deranged of them all.
Beautiful as a flower in full bloom, cunning as a fox.
Helios Zen.
“You’re still calling her Phrena even here, huh? You’re insane.”
“That’s why people like me and not you, Serdin.”
“Shut up about that damned popularity.”
“Enough.”
It was Terche who put an end to the petty squabble between Serdin and Helios.
With a furrowed brow, he seemed annoyed by the situation.
“You both know this isn’t the time for such nonsense.”
“This bastard keeps spouting crap,” Serdin muttered, only to be ignored by Terche.
“Psyche Rosebel. We don’t want to harm you. But if you refuse to cooperate…”
He continued in that composed, aristocratic tone of his.
“…You may face consequences far worse than you can imagine. Are you okay with that?”
“……”
Terche stared at Psyche with inscrutable eyes.
Psyche did not avert her gaze.
For a moment, silence hung between them.
It was Psyche who broke eye contact first.
Her soft pink lips parted slowly.
“…I’ll do it. I’ll… beg to my brother.”
