The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95
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Heinrich murmured softly to himself.
“This is bothersome.”
Inside the Party Venue, where the atmosphere had grown increasingly intimate, he sat alone as always, chin resting on his palm.
His long lashes lowered as he sank into contemplation.
Lost in thought, the women around him (though admittedly a few were men) whispered amongst themselves, captivated by that beautiful face shadowed with melancholy.
Beside him, one particularly spirited woman even let slip an overt exclamation of admiration—nearly rising to her feet in applause.
Regardless, Heinrich’s mind held only Anette’s voice.
“Heinrich is my ‘little brother,’ after all!”
So I was merely her younger brother.
A chill descended through Zian, her brow arching with elegant displeasure.
“My precious boy. My sweet Heinrich.”
Anette—she knew nothing of how I had lived all these years, nothing of how I had clawed my way to this moment.
It was fine that she had lowered her guard around me, but I could not allow our relationship to solidify into something permanent like this.
Especially not on a night like tonight.
I had a ‘special plan’ prepared for her.
The timing was perfect for someone who loved happy endings as much as she did.
Right now, when everyone was smiling.
Though I was indifferent to the emotions of others, I had always been sensitive and deeply understanding when it came to Anette before making any decision.
That habit had not changed in the slightest over the past decade.
“….”
I watched Winston’s Shield members mingling naturally with the crowd from a distance.
And there, sitting beside my subordinate with an air of nobility, was Kyle Winston—that innocent-faced deceiver who was cunningly misleading Anette (to my eyes, a hypocrite of the highest order).
“After all, Miss Anette is the one making the choice, isn’t she?”
Yes, the choice was ultimately Anette’s to make.
But that foolish marquis didn’t know one thing.
She had never once,
chosen anyone over me.
She had always told me I was her favorite. That she loved me most.
“Sister, why are you so kind to me?”
“Because I love you, Heinrich. You’re my favorite person in the whole world!”
And I—I despised everything in this world. Everything except one.
Anette.
She alone, I truly loved.
To be chosen by her, I would do anything.
Anything that restrained marquis could never bring himself to do.
I rose quietly from the table and entered the Log Cabin.
Everyone inside the First Floor had flowed out like a receding tide into the Garden.
I withdrew a purple card and pen from my pocket and wrote a brief message.
―Only visible to Anette.
He then pressed a light kiss to the letter. Zian curved softly.
“See you later, sister.”
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「 I am one who knows the location of ‘Anette’. I wish to meet with Prince Gerard. 」
Prince Gerard stared at the letter he had received from Avilos with suspicion.
This was the first letter to arrive, and another had followed shortly after.
It was a letter containing the time and place.
The sender wanted to meet Prince Gerard in the depths of The Forest, in a gorge where no one else ventured.
And on an evening as dark and lightless as this one.
Had he not possessed considerable nerve, and had his obsession with Anette been even slightly weaker,
―he would never have accepted.
The audacity of summoning a prince of the realm to such a filthy forest.
And the sender had specifically demanded that he come without an ‘escort’.
The location, the time, the conditions.
Analyzing everything, he could draw two conclusions.
First, someone was attempting to assassinate Prince Gerard.
Second, someone who needed to conceal their identity desperately was offering information.
“….”
Since this was a deep Forest Path too difficult for carriages to traverse, Prince Gerard walked.
With each step crushing the damp grass beneath his feet, a faint fishy scent rose into the air.
Avilos, who had been following quietly behind Prince Gerard, stepped forward.
“Your Highness, something feels amiss. That the other party knows the location of that woman.”
“….”
“What we couldn’t discover even after ten years of pursuit, a man who can’t even afford quality paper somehow knows. It doesn’t add up.”
At first, he had thought it merely a note that would save him, but the more he considered it, the stranger it seemed.
“A person who won’t even reveal their identity.”
Moreover, they were summoning his master to a suspicious location.
Prince Gerard looked at him with an expressionless face.
“Avilos.”
“Yes.”
“From here, I go alone. You wait here.”
“…!”
Avilos’s narrow eyes widened in alarm.
“But, Your Highness.”
Prince Gerard’s crimson eyes gleamed in the darkness. Like a viper before striking at its prey.
“I need that woman. I would comb through the depths of hell itself. Even a speck of possibility, the smallest glimmer of hope.”
Those were the eyes of a man driven mad by obsession and thirst.
The eyes of a starving beast that would lick and swallow even the tiniest crumb fallen to the ground.
“Even something utterly insignificant, if it comes before my eyes, I must seize the opportunity.”
“….”
There was no point in saying anything—he wouldn’t hear it anyway.
Ever since Anette fled, for over a decade, those emotions and desires had accumulated year after year, layer upon layer, and now they were festering into madness.
What was so special about that woman that it had come to this?
The Prince Gerard of late was a stranger even to Avilos.
Avilos quickly composed himself, stepped back, and bowed his head.
“Go, then. I shall wait here as you have commanded.”
Avilos continued.
“I hope, at the very least, that this person possesses the answers you seek. But if not, they would be nothing more than a common street thug or some base opportunist chasing a bounty.”
“….”
“Should you require ‘cleanup,’ you need only call upon me.”
If the information proved false, a thorough ‘cleanup’ would certainly be necessary to account for the deception.
Such trivial matters were far beneath the Prince’s direct hand.
Avilos remained rooted to the spot like a statue.
Prince Gerard left his subordinate behind and ventured deep into The Forest.
After passing through dense trees several times, the ‘promised place’ appeared.
He withdrew a cigarette and placed it between his lips.
He lit it and drew in a long, deep drag.
Acrid smoke curled upward, and the glowing ember had consumed roughly a third of the cigarette when—
“….”
A presence stirred in the darkened forest. Prince Gerard’s piercing gaze fixed upon it.
The dark silhouette approached the Prince without hesitation.
As the moonlight illuminated that face—
Prince Gerard’s expression twisted violently.
“You…!”
All expectations shattered. An impossible person had appeared.
It was someone Prince Gerard knew well.
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Anette gazed quietly at Sisrain’s scar.
She had once thought it was a wound from war, something severe.
But to learn it had formed in a place she never imagined, in a way she never anticipated—
―That scar seemed to speak for him, telling the story of how he had survived.
His life appeared so far removed from happiness or any happy ending.
Anette’s heart ached deeply.
Sisrain, I asked you for just one thing….
When I left you.
“Don’t suffer. Don’t cry. You must be happy, always.”
But it must have been too difficult for you.
For a small boy who lived in a dark cave, whose life was set to the default of misfortune.
“You must have suffered so much, Sisrain….”
Anette lifted her small hand and placed it on the scar across his firm chest.
Then she traced it with utmost care.
“….”
Sisrain drew in a sharp breath. Where her touch met his skin, his chest heaved visibly, his ribs undulating beneath her fingertips.
Anette murmured with concern.
“It must have been so hard to endure….”
Then Sisrain lowered his head and whispered swiftly against her delicate, sensitive ear.
“It’s harder now.”
“…!”
Startled, Anette withdrew her hand, and Sisrain advanced toward her without hesitation.
Step by step, pressed back by his unyielding frame, she found herself retreating without conscious thought. Deeper and deeper into the corner.
―With no escape in sight.
A smile played across his handsome face—beguiling yet boyish all at once.
“You have cream on you.”
“Hm?”
Confused, Anette touched her own cheek.
“Where?”
Her vision suddenly shifted. The back of her knee caught the sofa.
The moment she sat down, a red warning flared in her mind.
Sisrain’s massive frame loomed over her. The sofa, which had barely shifted when she sat, now sagged deeply under the weight of his knee, the pressure unmistakable.
He whispered low.
“Here.”
Sisrain slowly lowered his eyelids and licked the cream from her fingertip.
“…!”
Anette gasped and braced her hand against his chest to stop him.
A powerful, fierce pulse thrummed hotly beneath her fingertips.
“And….”
His persistent crimson eyes lingered on her trembling gaze before slowly drifting down to her lips.
The corner of his mouth curved upward in a smile.
“You got some here too.”

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