Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 14: Heartless

KIAN

Shit is going downhill. I didn't realize it until it set off the rails and now I can't see the tracks anymore.

I am having a shitty day. Nope, a shitty week. Lain popping out of the thin air. Mysterious murders happening. Jennifer showing up. And the worst of all, Lain disappeared. No. He didn't disappear. I let him slip free.

I knew I had to be more cautious and guarded when I was handling him. But Jennifer's presence sidetracked me. I can't blame her for that. It's my fault for being this careless.

I rip my fingers through my perfectly combed hair—well, it was once perfect. It is not perfect anymore since I have run my fingers through them countless times now—messing it up. Frustration is evident in my actions.

This is shit how I can't do a single thing properly for the past twelve hours since Jennifer showed up. I need to send her away before I start to sort out my messes. But I doubt she will go away.

"You disappoint me." Jennifer strides out of the gates of the victim's house.

"I apologize," I mutter, following her out.

I am not sorry. I am frustrated because she keeps distracting me. I need to focus and it is not possible while she is hovering over me like a damn moth drawn to flame.

"Your apology can't fix anything." Jennifer climbs onto the carriage, "How do you plan to compensate for the damage your lightheadedness caused us?"

"I will look into it myself, Aunt," I say grimly, there is no hint of sarcasm or my usual sickly humor, "Please go back to the castle."

"Sure because I don't plan to help you with any of this mess." She chuckles, a humorless one making my skin prickle with humiliation. "I think you are capable enough to pull yourself out of the shit hole you have fallen into. And other than that I want to see Lain or whatever his name is in the castle before me before the sunset. Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am." I salute her, and she swings the door shut before the carriage takes off.

I grit my teeth and run my fingers through my hair once more.

You are gonna pay for it Lain Wielder.

I have already sent Fred out to look for him and assign as many as possible soldiers to the job. I need Lain Wielder in the palm of my hands before the sun goes down and I lose my sanity.

I am not obliged to follow any of my aunt's or father's orders or requests. But I have grown in pain in the neck habit to obey them that I can't disobey them anymore.

It's almost like they have put a shackle around my throat and no matter how free and powerful I am, I can't break the shackle and free myself from its iron grip.

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It is not like I can't or don't want to. But it is that I don't know how to. It is almost like I was born with it. Like it is searing through my veins mixed with my blood. I sometimes doubt if I even have blood in my veins or just the ambitions that my aunt and my father have for me.

I have never seen my mother. She died while giving birth to me. For a few years, it felt like I was the one who killed her when I was getting out of her womb. At least the look in my father's eyes told me that. It crushed my heart, and I never found the fragments of it, so I left it like that. Broken and numb.

There are still fleeting rumors about the love my father bore for my mother. That he changed after she died. If you ask me, it's bullshit. I have seen it in his eyes. There is and was no heart with he can love to begin with. I know it because I am his son. I know it because I am the same.

I take a horse from the stable of the house of the ex-military official. Of course, I have paid a decent amount for the horse. I don't take anything without paying its price first.

I know what I have to do. From the way, Lain looked around and took in his surroundings for the past few days, Lain is completely new here. Everything is unfamiliar to him. He needs something to rely on to go around the capital. I checked his sack myself and found nothing suspicious. This is the most suspicious thing. He should at least have a map. But he doesn't unless he has it on his head.

And if neither of them actually applied then he has another option left. He needs to buy a map or navigator. And no shop in the capital sells them unless you are a guild member. So he needs to twist it a little. He needs to go somewhere where he doesn't need a license to buy what he wants to buy.

The black market.

It is as simple as that. I don't have any idea if he has any idea where the black market is in this kingdom and how to get in there. But my guts are telling me that he will be there. I just need to look wisely.

My guts don't lie. Or else, I wouldn't be here where I am right now. Speeding toward the west—the biggest underground black market in the capital and whole kingdom. Every muscle in my body is locked with tension and my jaw is ticking with anger. My grip is so tight around the rein of the horse that my knuckles are cracking. White-hot fury dancing at the edge of my vision, and my patience teetering at the edge.

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I have fished out the whole fucking market, and the afternoon has started to bleed into the evening. I am about to snap at the middle of the market and about to set the damn thing on fire. I will fucking burn it down when I hear a commotion in the nearby shop.

My instincts call, and I push through the crowd, and my eyes instantly sharpen.

Lain Wielder.