She Became My Friend’s Mother-In-Law - Chapter 141

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Chapter 141. I Have Nothing Left to Lose
I knew exactly how that man looked at me.
And what he desired.
Rosena understood it all too well.
And exploiting such desires was hardly difficult.
“…Excuse me.”
I called to him in a soft, hushed voice.
The Guard’s eyebrows twitched at my uncharacteristic demeanor.
“What? Why are you being so obedient today?”
He spoke carelessly, yet his gaze swept across me with undisguised hunger.
I slowly lifted my head.
And smiled seductively.
“I wanted to talk with you for a moment.”
“Hmm? With me?”
The Guard’s lips curved upward.
Prison life had worn me down somewhat.
Yet my face still commanded men’s attention.
When such a woman addressed him as “you” and initiated conversation,
there was no reason to refuse.
He stepped closer to the bars.
“What is it?”
“I wish to live more comfortably here… if possible.”
I deliberately drew out my words.
My voice carried breathy undertones between each phrase.
“Could you help me?”
I didn’t forget to let tears glisten in my eyes, my expression pitiful.
I knew well how devastatingly effective this was on foolish men.
Rosena understood it perfectly.
And as expected,
the Guard’s lips twitched.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Sitting constantly makes my legs so swollen and painful. But when I try to stand and walk, the cell is far too cramped….”
“And?”
“I’d like to step outside the bars and walk, even if just for a moment.”
I tilted my head slightly.
“Just when we’re alone together… would that be possible?”
“Hmm. That’s all?”
“It would mean everything to me.”
I whispered while letting my gaze fall demurely.
I was careful to angle myself so my figure was subtly emphasized.
“And the only person I can rely on is….”
Rosena slowly looked up at him.
She held her breath for a moment, drawing out the dramatic effect.
“Only you.”
“…Hah.”
The Guard’s gaze swept over Rosena without his realizing it.
He slowly licked his lips with his tongue.
No matter how vicious a criminal one might be.
Rosena was a woman of rare beauty among the prisoners.
For such a woman to clasp her hands together as if praying to God and say she relied on him.
What man wouldn’t feel proud?
For him, who had already been eyeing Rosena, it was quite a welcome opportunity.
“Yeah, that’s nothing for me.”
He unhesitatingly pulled out his key.
Intoxicated by the feeling of becoming someone important, he opened the barred door.
Clang.
The door opened with a metallic sound.
“Thank you so much.”
Rosena slowly rose from her seat.
The Guard, pretending to be a gentleman, held the barred door and stepped back.
“Well, should I hold your hand? Or if you prefer, you can hold something else.”
Of course, what came from his mouth was still a vulgar joke.
Rosena carefully managed her expression and slowly stepped through the door.
Then.
“…Ah!”
Once outside the bars, she deliberately stumbled as if losing her balance.
And she fell directly into the Guard’s arms.
“Hey, be careful―!”
The Guard reflexively caught her.
Their bodies pressed against each other in an instant.
Rosena deliberately buried her face in his chest and pretended to catch her breath.
“I’m sorry… I suddenly felt dizzy.”
She whispered softly and deliberately pressed her body closer.
She could feel the Guard’s breathing becoming ragged.
His hand grasped Rosena’s waist.
“What, can’t you handle even this? Is it because you’re a noble Young Lady? You’re quite fragile, aren’t you?”
He let out a forced chuckle.
But the Guard’s tension was evident.
He boasted unnecessarily, going on about his muscles.
‘Stupid bastard.’
Rosena let out a short, silent scoff at him.
‘What’s this muscle-bound fool trying to teach me?’
She answered the Guard’s words with half-hearted acknowledgment.
Rosena’s eyes darted quickly as she surveyed her surroundings.
Being outside the bars wasn’t particularly impressive.
A small desk and a single chair.
That was all.
In this poorly ventilated room, the Guard always sat there smoking cigarettes.
The ashtray he used daily was placed on the desk.
‘Perfect.’
Rosena’s eyes gleamed.
If she could just get her hands on that.
“I’m fine now. I feel better.”
Even as she said this.
She pressed herself even more firmly against the Guard’s body.
She pretended to steady herself by placing her hand on his chest.
“You don’t seem fine. Are you dizzy?”
“Mmm….”
As Rosena’s words trailed off vaguely, the Guard chuckled.
When she swayed as if unsteady, he pushed back gently.
He readily retreated toward the wall.
‘Well, well? Quite eager, aren’t we? Has it been a long time since she’s had a man?’
The Guard’s chest swelled with anticipation.
His back touched the hard, cold wall with a thud.
Just as he was lost in his own fantasies about tasting those lips.
“You bastard!”
Rosena’s hand moved like lightning.
She snatched the ashtray and without hesitation brought it down on the Guard’s head.
Thwack!
A dull sound rang out.
“…What?”
Caught completely off guard, the Guard could only take the blow helplessly.
His body staggered.
“You, what did you just―”
Crack!
Before he could finish speaking.
Rosena’s second strike followed.
The ashtray connected squarely with his head.
“Ugh….”
The Guard’s body collapsed to the floor.
Rosena didn’t even blink.
No—she continued to bring the ashtray down upon the already-unconscious man.
“You filthy bastard! Die! Just die already!”
Dull, sickening thuds echoed in rapid succession.
The Guard no longer moved.
Rosena swung the ashtray with feverish abandon, as if purging herself of all the resentment that had accumulated within her.
Crack!
With the final blow, the ashtray shattered into pieces.
“Hah… hah…”
Only then did Rosena’s shoulders heave with ragged breaths.
She hurled the broken ashtray to the floor and spat.
The Guard’s face, battered beyond recognition, was already a grotesque ruin.
“Serves you right. Sick bastard.”
Rosena muttered as she brushed off her hands.
For the first time in ages, her chest felt light.
Light enough to boast about it to anyone.
But then.
The moment Cecilia’s face flashed through her mind, her expression twisted once more.
“…No time.”
Rosena moved without hesitation.
She seized the bundle of keys from the Guard’s belt without a second thought.
The slightly rusted iron keys clinked against one another.
“Good. That’s done…”
Rosena stripped off her prison garb.
After all, this was the Imperial Palace.
Walking around in a prisoner’s uniform was as good as asking to be thrown back into the Prison.
She quickly undressed the Guard and put on his clothes.
The garments hung loose on her smaller frame.
But once she cinched the belt tight, the excess fabric no longer fluttered awkwardly.
She gathered her hair hastily and pulled the cap low to conceal her face.
It was convincing enough.
‘…Hmm?’
Suddenly, she felt something heavy in the pocket.
When she reached in, her fingers brushed against gold coins.
Rosena’s lips slowly curved upward.
“Ha, the sick bastard has his uses after all.”
Her mind began to race through possibilities.
First, commandeer a public Carriage and move swiftly.
Then, hire people to serve as her instruments.
Fortune’s favor had not yet abandoned her.
Rosena laughed with malevolent delight.
‘Just wait, Cecilia.’
She pressed her hat down deeper over her head.
Beneath the brim, her eyes gleamed with icy resolve.
There was nowhere left to retreat.
‘That’s right. If I’m destined to fall into hell anyway, I’ll drag you down with me by your ankles.’
She would show them just how terrifying a person with nothing left to lose could be.
Rosena was determined to demonstrate it herself.

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