Chapter 65
If you Don’t Love Me, I Will Die
âThis⦠I hadnât intended to tell anyone, but I felt I must inform the Viscount.â
Joshua began to speak slowly, like an old fox.
âIt was about a month ago. I heard it by chance. Due to recent silk trade dealings, Iâve had to visit Duke Bronte occasionally. On that day, I was heading to his chambers as usual to report on business matters.â
âGo on.â
âI arrived at his door, intending to knock. Just at that moment, I heard voices from inside the room. He was talking with someone. Normally, a steward should not eavesdrop on his masterâs conversations, but a single word caught my ear.â
âWhat was it?â
He looked at me warily.
âIt was the Viscountâs name, Edward Radner.â
âHmm.â
A faint smile touched Joshuaâs lips.
His speech quickened, and he seemed to exert himself, raising and lowering his voice like a cult leader, trying to persuade me.
âI listened closely to the conversation. Wouldnât I be among the last to have seen you before the Viscount took your title?â
âWellâ¦â
âBut hereâs the thing; he was talking with Young Lady Ania.
âWhat was the content?â
Joshua glanced around at my question as if about to divulge forbidden knowledge.
But I already knew it was going to be dramatic.
He leaned in close to my ear, slowly revealing his face.
âThe Duke is trying to take over Viscount Radnerâs company using Miss Ania.â
âAh, it seems the Duke Bronte is scheming something.â
He seemed surprised by my dry response, narrowing his eyes.
âThatâs right. Due to recent failed business dealsâ¦â
âPeople become aggressive when theyâre in a hurry. So Duke Bronte is aiming for my money using Ania Bronte.â
âExactly!â
***
Joshua silently cheered inside.
âThat fool⦠he took the bait.â
Edwardâs expression changed.
Initially wary, now his face was tinged with curiosity.
Despite being the head of a huge company and a Viscount, Edward Radner was still just twenty-three.
Too young to have experienced and understood the world fully.
So, it was entirely plausible for him to believe the rumors that posed a threat to him.
âNo, it wouldnât have been possible if it werenât for my eloquence.â
Joshua was confident in his abilities.
After all, he had spent thirty years as a political advisor in the influential Bronte family, closest to the Emperor.
He was as knowledgeable about the psychology of noble families as anyone could be.
So convincing a young lord who had suddenly risen to his position without any preparation was no trouble.
âSo you must be cautious of Ania Bronte. Since I have information about the Bronte family, Iâm sure I can help the Viscount.â
The plan was going smoothly.
Now, the high-nosed young Viscount would become his loyal follower.
He would be wary of the Bronte family and keep an eye on Valentineâs movements.
He would also doubt those around him.
There are two ways to destroy a person.
The first is to create invisible enemies, and the second is to make those around them suspicious.
He had fulfilled both. It wouldnât be long before Edward collapsed.
Moreover, wasnât Ania Bronte the woman Edward Radner loved so dearly?
Though it was known to the public as a strategic marriage, Joshua could see through it.
Whenever he saw Ania Bronte, he could see how deeply Edward was in love with the young lady, losing himself.
Love is suspicion and obsession.
Romantic love, as described by poets, is a tale fit for childrenâs stories.
Real love is far more sticky and erratic than that.
The more you love, the deeper the suspicion.
Thatâs why couples deeply in love often hire detectives and resort to infidelity, as itâs so common.
So profound love is suspicion.
It blinds the person.
Edward would be no exception.
âItâs only a matter ofââ
As Joshua smiled at the future where Duke Bronte would be in his hands, he was suddenly startled by a chilling voice.
He felt the knife at his throat dig deeper.
âBut what to do with you? I donât need your help.â
ââ¦Whatâs this?!â
Cold sweat ran down Joshuaâs forehead.
It wasnât because the sharp blade was pressed against his neck.
It was the gaze of the man threatening him.
He wasnât facing a human.
***
Ania regained her senses, grabbing her disheveled hair and getting up around three minutes after Edward had disappeared into the alley.
She wasnât particularly weak when it came to alcohol, but whether it was due to nerves or hastily drinking, she seemed to have lost consciousness due to the sudden rush of intoxication.
Thinking so, Ania held onto her head.
âAre you awake?â
At the knightâs question, Ania nodded faintly.
She saw the knight smiling slightly in the mirror.
âAnd Edward?â
âIf you mean the Viscount, he went into that inner alley momentarily. Probably to light up a cigar.â
âIs that so.â
A cigar.
Even though he said heâd quit.@@novelbin@@
Ania knew well enough that it was hard to quit smoking or drinking, but it still stung a little that Edward broke his promise and lit up a cigarette again.
âHeâll be back soon.â
Even with the knightâs words, Ania opened the car door.
âI need to see his face.â
âHeâll be back soon.â
âIâm just going to check. He just broke a promise with me. I want to hear his reasons.â
âOh dear.â
The elderly knight finally closed his mouth lightly, clicking his tongue.
âIt seems this old manâs unnecessary wordsâ¦â
âItâs okay. I wonât tell Edward.â
âIâd appreciate it if you didnât.â
Ania smiled at the knight before quietly stepping out of the car.
Despite his words, Edwardâs voice could be faintly heard from the alleyway.
Intent on receiving a kiss as punishment for not keeping their promise, Ania suddenly pressed herself against the wall as another voice abruptly sounded.
âWhoâs thereâ¦?â
In the silhouette cast under the streetlamp, Ania recognized the figure of an elderly man.
She listened carefully.
âThe Duke⦠using Miss Aniaâ¦â
The voice was faint, mentioning her name.
Ania soon recognized the identity of that voice.
Advisor Joshua.
The cunning individual who always stood by her fatherâs side, spewing manipulation and trying to pick faults in her behavior, always eager to cause trouble.
âWhy would Edward be with that manâ¦?â
Ania held her breath.
âSo you must be cautious of Ania Bronte.â
Ania bit her lower lip.
âJoshuaâ¦!â
She had always been suspicious of him⦠How dare he stoop to such tactics?
Creating nonexistent incidents to sow discord between her and Edward.
Ania couldnât bear it and hurriedly entered the alley.
She had to tell Edward immediately not to listen to that old foxâs words.
But as soon as Ania disappeared into the alleyâs darkness, she was startled.
Edward swiftly moved, and it seemed like the small dagger in his hand was pointed not at Ania but at Joshuaâs throat.
âBut what to do with you? I donât need your help.â
ââ¦Whatâs this?!â
âWhy should I believe what you say?â
âYou must believe me! Ania Bronte has already betrayed you once!â
Ania stood dumbfounded, staring at Edward standing under the streetlamp.
His gaze was sharp, almost animalistic.
âBetrayalâ¦? The betrayal came from your side, not from Ania. Valentine Bronte, and now, from you, advisor Joshua.â
âYou know nothing! Valentine Bronte is targeting your propertyâ¦!â
Joshuaâs words halted abruptly.
As Edwardâs blade grazed Joshuaâs throat, a thin line of blood trickled down.
Joshua swallowed hard, struggling for words, while Edward stared at him with a gaze that could kill.
âDo not insult Ania.â
âIâm not insulting herâ¦â
âNo matter what nonsense you spout, it doesnât matter. I will believe Ania even if she says she wants to kill me.â
âWhy on earthâ¦!â
âBecause it has to be that way.â
Edwardâs eyes, once shining brightly, softened into a gentle curve as his lips twisted into a smile.
âIâve wronged Ania too much.â
Edward chuckled.
âSo, no matter what you say, Iâll trust Ania, even if your words are the truth.â
As Edward lowered his blade, Joshua collapsed to the ground, his legs giving out, before quickly fleeing.
Watching from afar, Ania could only stare blankly at Edward under the streetlamp.
Her heart raced so much it felt like it might burst, unable to even look at the manâs face.
Authorâs Notes
Edward is not a villainâ¦
Heâs quite a cool guy.