The Male Lead’s Fake Sister - Chapter 50

Tidwell’s desire had spoken. It was clear that he hoped she would twist her ankle and become helpless without his support.

Of course, he said it in a form of a question to Ravia, but she was not stupid enough to misread his real motive.

There can’t be a script where one is supposed to act as a gentle brother but did as he pleased like this.

There can’t be such a cruel line, saying that he wished his sister would twist her ankle and become helpless without his support.

‘But rather….’

It was a line that the male protagonist of a romance-tragedy novel might say.

No way.

The suspicion that came to mind at that moment was very small, but its presence was clear.

The assumption that, perhaps, Tidwell wanted herself. Maybe he wanted to continue this relationship by acting as a devoted brother and exchanging superficial affection in the name of family.

There were too many clues to call it an exaggeration. Tidwell himself never truly hid his intention.

Things like asking her to be his family or asking her to not abandon him.

Things like covering her with his coat and looking at her ardently.

His sweet words and loving expression.

Or the way he called her ‘Sister’…..

However, at that time, Ravia was in the middle of setting him up to meet Leticia, so she had to push aside all her suspicions for a while.

No, she wanted to look away. She wanted to deny her suspicion.

When Tidwell finally met Leticia, she wanted to believe that Tidwell’s interest would shift to Leticia.

She really wanted to believe so and relax her mind. She wanted to believe that the situation hadn’t turned worse for herself yet.

If all Tidwell wanted was a simple ‘family’, Ravia could just play along with it as much as he wanted.

That was also what Ravia wanted, after all.

A relationship that has a slight intimacy under the pretext of family. That way, they didn’t have to point their blades at each other’s necks, and sometimes, they even could lean on each other.

That kind of relationship.

However, if that was false, and Tidwell’s desired ‘family’ was significantly different from what she thought, that would be the worst scenario.

Tidwell was a psycho who must have everything he wanted. So if he wanted his fake sister, then….

She was scared that Tidwell would remove everything she could use to fight back and put her in his display case. He’d take away the knife so she couldn’t stab him, and tie her legs so she couldn’t run away.

Even so, that alone wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him, so he would tie her hands and put her in a darkroom for him to view to his heart’s content. So it seemed that she and Tidwell were the only ones left in the world.

It was literally the worst scenario. The reason Ravia tried to survive so hard was not to end up as a doll in a display case. She wanted to live without being oppressed by anyone and lead a life where she could do whatever she loved.

But she could no longer deny that Tidwell was interested in her.

So Ravia had to make sure.

Whether Leticia was able to earn Tidwell’s attention.

What kind of interest does Tidwell have in me?

Why do you want me to twist my foot?

Why did you look upon me with such a gaze?

So Ravia seduced Tidwell. It was quite impulsive, yet it was quite planned as well.

She invited him to her room, asked him to unbutton her dress, and even kissed his lips when he was sleeping.

Before leaving the room, Ravia tried to make sure Tidwell was asleep. It was difficult to judge just by his breathing. She couldn’t just call his name to make sure whether he was asleep or not.

“Tidwell.”

Still, Ravia called his name.

It felt unfamiliar to call his name when both of his eyelids closed like this. He looked a little younger than usual, so she brought her face closer to his face.

Even his peaceful sleeping face was still as beautiful as ever. With his silver hair and eyelashes that she had been longing so much. Everything that incited Ravia’s jealousy just by existing.

Ravia looked at him with a stony gaze and pressed her lips against his. Then the eyes under his eyelids trembled violently.

Looking at the clear evidence, Ravia suddenly recalled a line.

The story of a person who was blinded by jealousy which became the seed of a tragedy. It was the line from [Othello].

[Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons. Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, but with a little act upon the blood, burn like the mines of sulfur]

Haha.

Ravia laughed self-deprecatingly. It was a realization.

Ah.

Seems I’m falling into mines of sulfur.

*** 

Tidwell’s desire was herself.

Even after learning that fact, what Ravia had to do was not that much different.

Her goal to escape Tidwell hadn’t changed a bit.

However, if there was anything slightly different, it was her attitude.

‘In the past, I had to lay low in front of Tidwell in any situation.’

At that time, she tried to not get on Tidwell’s nerves by simply showing him that she wasn’t greedy for Leontine.

But that method didn’t work anymore.

So Ravia made everything seem to be moving as Tidwell planned.

If Tidwell made everything work in her favor, then she acted as if she took advantage of that opportunity. If Tidwell acted as if he took the sleeping pills, then she acted as if she had given him sleeping pills.

‘Although it’d be better if he really took the sleeping pill.’

Anyway, she needed time to escape Tidwell’s surveillance for a while, and fortunately, she had something else to tie Tidwell’s feet. Something more effective than a sleeping pill.

It was Leticia.

On the way to Bluewell Street, Ravia stopped by Leticia’s house and put a fabricated letter in her mailbox.

It didn’t matter if Tidwell recognized who the sender was. If Tidwell ignored the fact that she gave him a sleeping pill, he would for sure ignore that fabricated letter as well.

All Ravia did was create a very small crack.

Making everything appear to be rolling as he wished, while putting in a little discord.

Thus, the moment he discovered the crack, everything would collapse.

And the result was exactly as Ravia predicted. When he kissed her, it seemed she could feel the crack burst out at once.

*** 

Even so, she was surprised that his kiss was more persistent than expected.

Ravia looked down at the man sleeping on her lap.

Except for the moonlight pouring in from the large window of the annex, there was nothing to illuminate the surrounding, so it was looking at his form rather than his face.

His innocently sleeping face was so different from the indecency between them a while ago.

This difference was unfamiliar, so Ravia swept Tidwell’s hair before pulling her hand away.

About an hour ago, Tidwell carried Ravia and headed to the annex.

Just like a runaway, he didn’t forget to exit from the back door. She wondered how far he would take her, but Tidwell only went to the annex.

The somewhat secluded, quiet annex was a perfect place of refuge. However, aside from that reason, it was not difficult to guess why Tidwell headed to the annex.

They could no longer stay in the mansion, but they had no justification to leave together late at night, even more as a family member. The only place he could think of was their usual rendezvous place.

It crossed her mind that perhaps their indecency had started when they first met there. Of course, it was only a brief thought.

Ravia stared at Tidwell’s face with an especially cold gaze.

‘At first, I thought the most important thing was to die or not die.’

When she managed to unravel Tidwell’s true intention like this, a more important problem came to Ravia.

Hamlet’s line at Velocio Theater lingered in her head.

[To die or not to die. That’s the question.]

How far can I go down the path of immorality? Will I still exist as myself or not? How far can I betray my morality?

‘I will go down as far as I can to survive.’

She wasn’t afraid to engage in a relationship where others would point fingers at her or scorn from those who once liked her.

So at this point, even if Hamlet whispered to her not to repeat his mistake, there was no turning back for her.

Ravia closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

The Marquis Callister banquet will be held tomorrow.

The blueprint that Ravia drew was also scheduled to be completed there.

Atalanta’s golden apple.

It was not simply referring to ‘Marquis Callister’s banquet’. It was about the truth that Tidwell would soon discover at Marquis Calister’s banquet.

It was the fact that the role model he had admired, Marquis Callister, was actually the enemy who had slaughtered his family.