My Sweet Deceiver - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

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A dimly lit room with no sunlight.

 

A man was chained to his chair, unconscious. A woman was looking at the man in front of him. The woman’s eyes were as cold as if they were measuring the value of an object.

 

As she beckoned, a tall man came out from behind her and poured cold water on the man.

 

“AAHH!”

 

The man raised his head as if the cold water awakened him. A bewildered look could be seen through his wet, drooping hair.

 

“Why are you here…?”

 

As if he had been asleep for a long time, his voice was tight.

 

“Prince, are you out of your mind?”

 

“Princess! What are you doing?!”

 

As if to regain his consciousness, Fabrice shouted at the woman standing in front of him. It was his prospective fiancee, Giselle, who had tied Fabrice up.

 

Behind Giselle, several strong men were waiting threateningly. Giselle told him as if nothing had happened.

 

“You are out of your mind.”

 

“You’re not helping me. Send me back to my palace. Right now.”

 

“Prince, it is foolish to enter the palace now.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“There are royal knights and reporters everywhere trying to find the Prince. It was difficult to get you out of the mansion.”

 

Giselle said as if she was not interested in Fabrice’s condition, who was hurt in several places as a result of dragging him.

 

Fabrice rolled his eyes, not understanding what she was saying.

 

Why are the knights and reporters trying to find him?

 

Yesterday, Barbier had brought him to the mansion-

 

Suddenly, Fabrice felt out of place.

 

It was because he had no memory of what happened after since he fell asleep while taking a bath in the mansion.

 

“Do you understand now?”

 

“Barbier!” 

 

Fabrice roared in evil.

 

“You crazy b******! How dare you hit me in the back!”

 

He shook his whole body and shouted like a madman.

 

As if Fabrice kept screaming, Giselle frowned.

 

Still, Giselle beckoned lightly as he continued to scream. The two men, standing behind, came out and stuffed the cloth in Fabrice’s mouth.

 

Fabrice’s voice, which was blocked by the cloth for a moment, couldn’t be comprehended as any language, but only heard as screams of death.

 

“ARRHHH, ARRHH!!”

 

“Prince, I told you. I will make sure there are no more ‘accidents’.”

 

She said, focusing on ‘accident’.

 

“If you keep doing this, I will have no choice but to fulfil what is written in the contract.”

 

She spoke in a regrettable tone.

 

“AGGHHH!” Fabrice shook his body in anger, blood-red eyes glaring at Giselle, but Giselle didn’t budge and gave orders to her servants.

 

“The Prince is soaked in water, so you have to change his clothes. It’s too dirty.”

 

Giselle looked at Fabrice from top to bottom.

 

Aside from getting wet with water, Fabrice’s clothes were impeccably dirty. But Giselle just looked at him as if she were looking at some filthy trash.

 

Her eyes were scornful.

 

“And bring him to me when he calms down.”

 

With that order, Giselle went out of the room.

 

As the door closed, several men surrounded Fabrice threateningly. No matter how much he trained in the palace, he was [email protected] and alone.

 

Five men surrounded him with knives and guns hanging from their waists. They smelled wild, which couldn’t be described.

 

It was a feeling for the first time in his life, but Fabrice recognized it. 

 

Animal fear. 

 

The fear that he might really die.

 

Fabrice’s temple was dripping with sweat.

 

“Prince. If you resist, you won’t see a good thing. I’ll remove the cloth, so please be quiet.”

 

Among them, the tallest man made an eye contact with Fabrice.

 

“HMM!”

 

“Can you do it?”

 

“HMMM!!”

 

Fabrice nodded desperately.

 

“Release him.”

 

The other man roughly pulled out the cloth covering his mouth.

 

“Haaah, thank you.”

 

Fabrice thanked him with a sense of shame.

 

“Change the Prince’s clothes.”

 

Two women came out and bowed their heads.

 

“Don’t touch these women, Prince. Even if I don’t tell you, you must not do that.”

 

The big man said with a sneer.

 

“No, of course- of course not.”

 

After hearing Fabrice’s reply, the men went out. But they seemed to be standing in front of the door and guarding Fabrice without going far.

 

He worked his brain out as he changed his clothes. There was not a window in the room.

 

He couldn’t even tell where he was or what time it was. Even when he talked to the maids, they were silent.

 

What’s going on?

 

Was it only possible to find out after talking to a crazy woman who is his prospective fiancee?

 

Why was she keeping him in custody like this?

 

After changing clothes, the maids brought a meal. There were only bread and warm soup, but Fabrice drank it in a hurry, forgetting his face.

 

It wasn’t until after the meal that Fabrice could go to Giselle’s place.

 

He moved like a sinner, his arms tied.

 

The mansion had no windows in the hallways. It seemed to have been made like this on purpose.

 

After going up the stairs to the right, left, and right, Fabrice was led to the room through the door.

 

It looked like a woman’s office.

 

Various documents were placed on the desk.

 

“You came earlier than I thought, Prince?”

 

Giselle grinned and made him sit on the sofa.

 

“You must have been wondering. Where is this place?”

 

“Now tell me, Princess.”

 

“What is it? It’s a safe house. The King and the Duke of Briem are looking for the Prince. And there were reporters all over the capital. As soon as you leave this mansion, the Prince will be in their hands.”

 

“Well then, hand me over to the Royal Knights.”

 

“I can’t.”

 

At Giselle’s resolute refusal, Fabrice had no choice but to put on a puzzled expression.

 

Wouldn’t it be all over if he just gave himself up to them?

 

Fabrice tried to persuade Giselle with a sense of desperation.

 

“Grandfather won’t punish me. He will never punish me, Princess. You’re just worried about my safety.”

 

Giselle listened to him with an expression of ‘okay, let’s listen’ on her face. Fabrice’s fingertips trembled when he saw the cold-hearted woman’s expression. He spoke desperately.

 

“I’ll go for self-discipline for a few months, and the chaos will subside. And I’ll ask him to make sure the rumours don’t spread. Okay?”

 

“I said no.”

 

Giselle flatly refused.

 

“Why..?”

 

“Prince, the problem is that you don’t get punished.”

 

Giselle, who interrupted Fabrice and added a word, smiled seductively.

 

Fabrice read the madness in her eyes. A stream of sweat ran down his back.

 

“…”

 

“If you did something bad, you should be punished. That’s the only way to fix you. We have less than two weeks until our engagement.”

 

Giselle tapped on the sofa handle with her neat fingernails.

 

Fabrice concentrated on her words.

 

“But if you keep having accidents like this, what should my family and I do? What can you do to make me trust you?”

 

“I-!”

 

Fabrice tried to refute.

 

But Giselle threw her words without mercy.

 

“So I can’t let you go.”

 

“What?!”

 

Fabrice raised her voice to refute.

 

“I told you before. My family doesn’t jump in for losses.”

 

That’s what she said when they had first met. 

 

Of course, he did wrong.

 

“You’re staying in a safe house this week. I’ll let you go on the day of engagement. And if you do wrong in the future, you’ll be punished. Do you understand, Prince?”

 

“What kind of punishment?”

 

“Well…? That’s up to me.” 

 

Giselle’s smile was so refreshing. But Fabrice was afraid.

 

It was like a woman he had never seen before. It was a big mistake to belittle the woman for being young.

 

“Then let’s take it easy today. Shall we start with this?”

 

Waking up from the sofa, she took a small box out of the desk drawer.

 

He thought there was something in there that he shouldn’t know.

 

Giselle opened the box carefully, pretending to be a precious object.

 

Inside the seemingly expensive wooden box was a wh!p, like a snake.

 

“What are you going to do with this?”

 

Fabrice turned white without knowing what was coming at him.

 

“Please bring the Prince to the room.”

 

She was smiling brightly with a wh!p in her hand.

 

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Denis sat in the office smoking cigars and thinking.

 

The sculptured face looked full of worries. Sylvan was sitting next to him, reviewing the papers.

 

“What should I do…?”

 

That’s what Denis had been like since a few hours ago.

 

It was Fabrice’s s*x scandal. 

 

A picture of him lying on a bed was on the newspaper’s front page, with evidence that was incomparable with Xavier’s last s*x scandal. With all the vulgar, stark headlines.

 

A few days ago, Tehez said, “You’ll find out when you read the newspaper, Prince,” this was the result of what she said.

 

‘You’ve been out to make this up.’

 

Denis had discarded the dirty imagination of the brunette and Tehez.

 

He was still in a bad mood, though.

 

Apart from the Fabrice case, it was because of feelings for Tehez.

 

He wanted her to live in peace. 

 

Just in the palace, like a bird in a cage. 

 

But she betrayed his expectations every time.

 

Denis thought about his feelings for her. 

 

When he thought of Tehez, he felt that he had become strange.

 

When he thought of her, every corner of his heart pounded.

 

‘Debt, is it?’

 

Denis thought so.

 

By the time Denis was lost in his thoughts about Tehez, a knight came into his quiet office and said, “Your Highness, the Second Prince could not be found.”

 

“You’ve searched all the social clubs, bars and casinos, right?”

 

“Yes, that’s right. We’re also searching for empty houses in the capital, but…”

 

As if there was no achievement, the knight blurted out the end of his speech.

 

“All right, you can now stop searching.”

 

“Okay, Your Highness.”

 

“Where did he go? Did he rise to the sky? Or is he hiding under the ground?”

 

Sylvan was sorting out the list of nobles in the capital who were close with Fabrice, picking out the candidate Fabrice might be with. 

 

“Well,” replied Dennis, puffing up cigar smoke.

 

The suspicious thing about this case was that Fabrice, the person involved, was not found.

 

He wished Fabrice could show up and tell him if it was true or fabricated.

 

Whether it was because he hid from fear after the incident or whether there was a problem with his life, Fabrice continued to lose contact with him.

 

The King released a group of knights to the outside of the capital, but none of them could find Fabrice. The longer this situation lasted, the worst it was for the King.

 

He must want to put his beloved son on the throne without any noise, but his son was causing trouble.

 

Should Fabrice be reported missing, or should he be hidden?

 

Should it be false, or should it be true?

 

The King must have a lot of trouble.

 

Denis had no choice but to watch the situation calmly.

 

Daily newspapers covered Fabrice as an article on the front page, and citizens urged the royal family for an explanation. 

 

The atmosphere back in the day was unfamiliar.

 

(To be continued in the next episode

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