The way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother - Chapter 18

For a brief moment, I wondered if Cassis would lash out at me. Instead, he only continued to give me a terrifyingly cold stare.

He was too calm. He must have known I was an Agriche before I had even entered the prison.

Had Charlotte told him?

It was likely. She must have ran her mouth while tormenting him. Something like, “I’d rather destroy you than lose you to my sister, Roxana!”

Oh, I suppose she called him a “toy” too. It must have hurt Cassis Pedelian’s pride to realize most of the people in this house didn’t even consider him as human.

I knew Cassis did not trust me yet, but he had wonderfully outmanoeuvred me. He must have only allowed me to approach him to see my face up close.

Finally, he had confirmed my identity.

“What is your relationship with Lant Agriche?” he said.

“He is my biological father,” I said.

I could have denied it, or fibbed that I was a distant relation and hardly met my tyrannical uncle.

I didn’t give any excuses. I was still hoping that Cassis would trust me, regardless of my heritage, but the Pedelian-Agriche rivalry ran too deep. He was still suspicious of me, almost antagonistic.

I knew this part would be difficult, I thought.

From the beginning, I had no intention of hiding my identity from Cassis Pedelian. If I had, I wouldn’t have told him my name was Roxana, or given him medicine to improve his eyesight.

He had to know that Roxana Agriche was helping him.

I wasn’t a martyr or a philanthropist. I had a motive for saving him, after all: to spare me when his sister became the most powerful ruler in the land.

“Why didn’t you tell me your identity from the beginning?” he said.

“It would have been more difficult to approach you, otherwise,” I said. “You’ve already raised a wall between us now that you know. And the reason I approached you. I told you. I don’t want you to die here.”

Cassis laughed coldly. “So, instead of killing me, you’re going to make me a toy?”

Oh, Charlotte. I should teach the little girl some discretion.

I had to amend my plan slightly. It was irrelevant as to whether he thought I saw him as a toy or not.

“Isn’t it better to be here than dead?” I said quietly.

Was that too straightforward?

“You can only escape from here and my father if you trust me,” I said.

“Are you telling me that I should believe in the daughter of Lant Agriche?” Cassis said. The muscles near his cheeks were taut. His expression had become unreadable again.

“No, I don’t believe you,” he said calmly. “Yet it’s strange. I don’t think you’re lying to me.”

“Cassis Pedelian,” I said. “I will protect you.”

His composure broke. He looked at me strangely, unsure if he should doubt me or not.

“Until you get out of this place, I will protect you,” I repeated.

His escape was the only way to change my terrible fate.

Cassis Pedelian and Roxana Agriche.

Two people who should have never met, but were now being written in history on the same page.

The original novel, Hell’s Flower, was now obsolete.

The first chapter of our story was beginning.

End Part 3