The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 4
— ……
That was answer enough.
Psyche smiled.
“Thanks to this, I’ll be stuck here, doing nothing but trembling like a fool, wondering when I’ll ever get out. What else could I possibly do?”
The casual tone in which Psyche spoke made it sound almost like she was suggesting a stroll.
“Will I even manage to survive and leave this place?”
Zephyros remained silent. He only looked at Psyche with an expression full of guilt.
At that moment, she felt utterly and incomprehensibly exasperated.
“Zephyros Rosebel.”
The smile vanished entirely from her face.
“If, by some stroke of luck, I manage to leave this place, I will never see you again.”
— Psyche…
“I can’t wish you well. It’s because of you that I’m in this situation.”
Zephyros opened his mouth as if to say something but then stopped.
That was all. He had no words.
Psyche let out a weak laugh.
“Still, thank you for everything. After Mom and Dad passed, you stayed by my side when I was struggling. Without you, I don’t think I would have made it through those times.”
— ……
“But do you know something?”
For the first time, her voice carried emotion.
“Because of that, your betrayal stings even more.”
It was anger.
“My dear older brother, who used to care so much for me, betrayed me.”
— Psyche…
“No matter what happens to me here, you will never release Ruon. I’ll be lucky if these people don’t torture me.”
Psyche’s tone grew sharper, but she paused to take a slow, deep breath.
“Brother.”
A bitter laugh escaped her lips.
“If you’re thinking that Arje might release me if you push Ruon even further, let me just say this now: don’t entertain such ridiculous notions.”
— ……
“That will never happen. So every time you torment Ruon, remember this—Psyche will suffer the same way.”
Zephyros said nothing.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
— I’m sorry.
Psyche let out a mirthless laugh.
It was the outcome she had expected, but the disappointment was suffocating.
She slowly closed her eyes and opened them again.
There was nothing more to say to Zephyros.
In the heavy silence that followed, Psyche turned her gaze away from the crystal orb and looked toward the men of the rival family.
Each of them was staring at her with different expressions.
Terche’s face remained unreadable, Helios wore a languid smile, Serdin seemed slightly surprised, and Rezus’s eyes sparkled with interest, as if he found the situation intriguing.
Psyche stared at each of them in turn before rising from the bed.
Without hesitation, she walked toward the men, stopping in front of Rezus.
She spoke firmly.
“Take it. I have nothing more to say.”
— Psyche! Wait, I still have…!
The voice was abruptly cut off.
However, Zephyros’s image remained visible in the orb. Rezus had muted the sound.
With a glance, he silently asked if she was truly okay with this.
For a moment, Psyche’s resolute gaze faltered.
“…Wait a moment.”
Rezus handed the orb back to her.
— Psyche, I’m so sorry. Truly…
Looking down at her brother’s face, Psyche moved her lips as if to speak but didn’t make a sound.
Finally, in a fragile voice, words spilled from her lips.
“Say it now.”
Her face was painfully twisted in desperation.
“Say you’ll release Ruon. Say it now, while there’s still time.”
Her voice trembled as if she might break down at any moment.
“I don’t want to stay here, terrified, crying about when I’ll be able to leave.”
Her voice shook uncontrollably.
“Say it. It’s not too late yet.”
— ……
Ah.
So that’s how it is.
Psyche nodded as if she understood.
She smiled bitterly, on the verge of tears.
“…I hope you regret this someday.”
Click.
The crystal connection was severed.
Psyche had been the one to end it.
The male leads tactfully left the room.
Just before the door fully closed, Terche’s cold warning rang out.
“Don’t do anything reckless.”
Psyche looked up at him and nodded quietly.
As Terche was the last to leave, the door shut completely.
“Hah…”
A sigh, more like a groan, escaped her lips as she collapsed onto the floor.
Perhaps the tension had been greater than she realized; her legs gave out the moment the men left.
She buried her face in her hands, letting out a breath of relief.
Considering how nervous she had been, she thought she had handled things reasonably well.
In the original story, Psyche had cried and begged her brother, but when that failed, she had turned her hostility toward the male leads.
Such behavior had only alienated the male leads, leaving Psyche with nothing to gain.
But what about her actions just now?
She had stayed calm and resolute with her brother while refraining from showing any hostility toward the male leads.
As a result, it seemed she had piqued their interest.
Perhaps it wasn’t quite affection yet—it was more like curiosity.
But even that was progress.
