My Sweet Deceiver - Chapter 42

At that time, guests came to Fabrice’s palace.

 

Fabrice had slept late the night before and had not yet woken up.

 

“Princess, the Prince is still…”

 

The bewildered attendant stopped.

 

“Open the door.”

 

As she ordered, the man behind her opened the door.

 

Giselle entered Fabrice’s bedroom without hesitation. She then slapped Fabrice on the cheek and woke him from a deep sleep.

 

The beating hand was fierce.

 

“Prince, it’s time to wake up.”

 

“What, what!”

 

When Fabrice, who was not awake from his sleep, saw Giselle and the knights surrounding his bed, he began to get angry, wondering if she could not understand his situation.

 

“This is not the time to be angry. You ignored me.”

 

Giselle looked down at Fabrice, who was still lying on the bed.

 

She had cold eyes.

 

“Please get the Prince.”

 

“All right.”

 

The knights forced Fabrice to stand up.

 

“What? Let go of me!”

 

At the cruel touch of the knights, Fabrice struggled.

 

“Prince, why don’t you go on a date with a woman after a long time?”

 

Giselle had the maids change Fabrice’s clothes.

 

The knights surrounded him in a daunting way, watching him.

 

Giselle smiled at the attendant, saying she had a date with Fabrice today, and dragged him away.

 

To a safe house.

 

Giselle called to Fabrice in her honey-soaked voice.

 

“Prince.”

 

Fabrice, who barely came to his senses, glared at Giselle.

 

“What are you doing, Princess?”

 

“A date. First, let’s start by looking at the mistakes.”

 

Gisele smiled and gestured, and the knights who bound Fabrice’s arms tied him to a chair in the room.

 

Giselle naturally took out the wh!p she had kept in the drawer and lifted it.

 

“Why did you take it out? Untie me right now!”

 

“Prince, what did I say? What? Answer me.”

 

Giselle’s expression of asking like that even seemed friendly at first glance.

 

“Princess, Princess. Let’s talk about this first. Hey, this is too violent.”

 

Giselle looked at him with the wh!p in one hand.

 

“I made it clear the other day that you would be punished if you did something wrong, but I guess it wasn’t enough.”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but first of all, I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

 

Giselle looked down at Fabrice as if she were disciplining a child.

 

“What did you do wrong?”

 

“What… What I did wrong- I killed a person yesterday. The Marquis of Ingeliger, you know well…”

 

Fabrice responded to Giselle’s words steadily even though he was sweating.

 

“Yes, I know the Marquis of Ingeliger. He had meals with my father once in a while.”

 

“Yes, that’s right. But I had an accident yesterday… I had to kill him. I had no choice but to kill him.”

 

Fabrice rolled his brain for his dear life.

 

He had to find a reason to kill him.

 

“The Marquis is not dead, Prince.”

 

“Huh? What?”

 

Fabrice looked at Giselle, forgetting that he was tied up.

 

“He didn’t die. He is in a coma. You left a lot of traces. Bloodstains, pieces of cloth, knives. My knights worked hard to clean up, leaving no traces.”

 

Fabrice ended up spewing harsh words out of his mouth.

 

“What! Crazy b**t**d! He said he killed him! He tricked me!”

 

Fabrice yelled at Gaspar, who wasn’t even there.

 

“Ah. My ears hurt.”

 

Giselle spoke to herself like a sigh, then swung the whip loudly.

 

There was a thud, and the wh!p wrapped around Fabrice’s body.

 

“AAAAAHHH!”

 

“Prince, from now on, only answer my questions. Do you understand?”

 

“…”

 

“Answer me.”

 

Fabrice forcibly endured the crushing pain and answered.

 

“…Okay.”

 

“Last night, you hired an assassin to try to kill the Marquis of Ingeliger, didn’t you?”

 

“…Right.”

 

“Why did you do that?”

 

“That b**t**d! He made me like this! Me!”

 

“Don’t shout.”

 

Giselle wh!pped again at Fabrice.

 

The sound of flesh and whip clashing with each other resounded through the room. As if the flesh had been torn off, blood began to flow from Fabrice’s back.

 

“Tell me what the Marquis of Ingeliger did.”

 

“H-he spread rumours… the s*x scandal in the newspaper, right? He told me to stay on my own for several months, and in the meantime, I couldn’t even go out of the palace, and my marriage got broken. And now, I’m here.”

 

Who could that be all to blame?

 

Fabrice was being wh!pped here because of the Marquis of Ingeliger.

 

Didn’t the rumour break up his engagement?

 

Fabrice grew more emotional and almost screamed at her, but he forced himself to lower his voice as he looked at Giselle’s bloody wh!p.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Giselle was silent for a moment, as if lost in her thoughts.

 

“Is there any evidence that the Marquis did it?”

 

“Who would do that if not that b**t**d? It’s obvious! Who else!”

 

“So, you got your revenge on him? But you failed?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“First of all, my family and I were almost in danger again because you were determined to get revenge. You must be punished accordingly first.”

 

Giselle swung the wh!p as soon as she finished speaking.

 

“AAHHHHHHHHH!”

 

Fabrice lost his mind.

 

He raised his hands, which were tied up and didn’t even touch, and prayed.

 

“Please, Princess, Princess, please save me. I am going to be the King…”

 

“Yes. You are the future king, so I shouldn’t be too harsh, right?”

 

Giselle smiled brightly and wrapped the wh!p neatly in order.

 

“Prince, can you really, really, do something not to get punished? You got it, right?

 

“Yes, of course. Let me go.”

 

“Sure. Release the Prince.”

 

Then the men, apparently waiting outside, came in and released him.

 

“Oh, thank you, Princess.”

 

“What? The Prince is dirty. Wash him clean.”

 

The knights recklessly dragged Fabrice and plunged him into the bath. When the boiling water suddenly came into contact with his wounded body, Fabrice screamed.

 

It was as if the wound that had just opened was so painful that it stabbed him with a knife.

 

After throwing him in the bath and the knights exiting, some maids came in and served him. Fabrice couldn’t get his act together.

 

He felt that he had finally woken up from drinking the day before.

 

But suddenly, he was dragged here, wh!pped by a crazy woman, and fell into the water again.

 

Fabrice wanted to return to his comfortable palace quickly.

 

This time, he would tell his father and break up with this crazy woman.

 

Even though his father would get angry at him. The King may have been angry, but he never touched Fabrice.

 

Elliot will ask his son to reflect on himself for a few months.

 

He’d be much better off being with this crazy woman.

 

He summoned the maids who had been waiting for him without a word.

 

“Hey, let me out. If you do that, I’ll do whatever you want.”

 

The maids ignored his words and continued to concentrate on their work.

 

“Hey, look, what’s your name? Huh? Please, please. Help me out, will you?”

 

As Fabrice raised her hand and grabbed the maid’s arm, the maid screamed.

 

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

 

“Oh, no!”

 

As he tried to shut the mouth of the maid in bewilderment, the knights waiting in the hallway came in.

 

The giant man blinked at the maids and said, “Stop taking a bath and change his clothes.”

 

Then the maids got him out of the bath. He had been immersed in hot water and was forced to stand up, revealing his naked body.

 

“And Prince, do not rebel.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

Fabrice was shameless, but at this moment, he was ashamed.

 

Showing his drooping and bloodstained body in front of these men.

 

“Please close the door… Please, I’ll stay quiet…”

 

As he begged, the man glaring at him returned to his place.

 

He thought it would be impossible to escape on his own.

 

Fabrice realized the reality in front of him.

 

He was compelled to comply.

 

When he was washed and put on new clothes, he managed to return to his original pristine appearance.

 

His finely combed bangs looked more gentle and polite than usual.

 

In addition, Giselle’s physical punishment had softened the momentum a lot, and it was almost as if he was steady.

 

Fabrice was taken to the dining hall and seated in front of a large table. Giselle was already seated at the table and was eating.

 

“Are you hungry? Please eat, Prince.”

 

Gisele smiled brightly and gestured, and a large steak was placed in front of Fabrice.

 

Fabrice stared blankly at the plate in front of him. It looked pretty appetizing.

 

“You don’t like the food?”

 

“Oh, no.”

 

Fabrice quickly picked up the tableware before Giselle would wh!p him again.

 

“By the way, Prince.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“When did you start talking down to me like that?”

 

Giselle was holding a knife and smiling.

 

There were bloodstains on the knife she was slicing the rare steak.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I apologize from the bottom of my heart. Princess. I… It’s my fault.”

 

Fabrice apologized immediately so as not to offend her.

 

“Don’t talk and act recklessly without my permission. You get it, right?”

 

“All right, princess.”

 

Giselle seemed to be happy with Fabrice’s answer, smiling brightly.

 

“Then I’ll take care of your wounds after dinner. Hurry up and eat, Prince.”

 

Fabrice was afraid of Giselle.

 

He was seriously scared.

 

She looked really crazy for taking care of his wh!plash wounds.

 

But Fabrice chewed the steak without complaining.

 

He had been drinking alcohol since yesterday, so he had a hangover and an upset stomach.

 

But he didn’t show anything and just looked at Giselle.

 

As Giselle said, she called Fabrice to her bedroom after finishing the meal.

 

It was the room where he was locked up the other day.

 

“You’re hurt badly. What do I do?”

 

She said as if she was really sad and was worried about him.

 

“…”

 

Giselle brought medicine and bandages and began to apply them to his back. When she applied medicine to the wound, a twisted pain hit Fabrice.

 

“Ughhh.”

 

Still, he couldn’t even shout recklessly.

 

He might be flogged again.

 

“You’re in a lot of pain, aren’t you? Hang in there for a second.”

 

Giselle carefully laid Fabrice in bed after all the wounds had been treated.

 

“You’d better get some rest today. If you’re resting, I’ll wake you up.”

 

Giselle opened the quilt in a friendly voice and said,

 

“…So when am I going to the palace…?”

 

Fabrice barely opened his mouth and spoke.

 

What Fabrice was most curious about at this moment was when he could escape from this crazy woman.

 

“I think it’d be nice to return after the wound is healed. I think so, but what do you think, Prince?”

 

Giselle, who said so, squeezed Fabrice’s arm. He held back his scream in his mind and managed to answer.

 

“…I think I’d like that, too.”

 

“That’s a relief. I think the Prince and I are on the same wavelength. Please make yourself comfortable, Prince.”

 

Singing “Ta-da!”

 

The door closed, and Fabrice was left alone in the room.

 

His back was sore, and he couldn’t even lie down straight.

 

He lay down on his side.

 

He was in pain even when he turned to the side.

 

He buried his face in the pillow and lay face down.

 

It was okay.

 

Instead, he felt suffocated.

 

It was impossible to tell whether it was day or night in the room with thick curtains.

 

It was somehow like his future.

 

Fabrice shed a single tear involuntarily, saddened by his condition.

 

(To be continued in the next episode)