Defy Me If You Can のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

It wasn't a face card that appeared before her. Muller hadn't chosen the card she feared, rather the number nine of diamonds.The moment the card landed on the table, the air around Jane seemed to grow heavy. Staring at it, she could hear her own heart sinking deep into the bottom of her stomach, dropping lower and lower until it felt impossible to breathe properly. Her fingers curled slightly against her lap. She hadn't expected it. She truly hadn't expected that the card Victor had told the truth about would actually turn out to be the Joker card.It meant that all this time, Victor had given himself away without even lying once. Every word that came out from his mouth had been the truth from the very beginning and yet nobody had believed him.And if only Muller had.If only Muller had known Victor better... wouldn't he have chosen the card? Wouldn't he have realized that Victor was the kind of person who could speak honestly while making everyone think he was deceiving them?And if

In the room, Victor walked out with his hand drenched in blood. He didn't immediately leave. Instead, he turned toward the bathroom and dipped his hand beneath the stream of water flowing from the faucet. Crimson slowly spiraled down the sink, staining the clear water before disappearing into the drain.As he did so, he could hear the sound of footsteps creeping from behind him.The shadow grew and towered over him, stretching across the floor until it swallowed his entire figure. Yet despite standing directly behind Victor, the man's reflection never appeared in the mirror before him."I thought you were busy," Victor noted.Behind him, the man tilted his head slightly to the side while leaning half his body against the doorframe with crossed arms. The movement was lazy, almost boneless, as though he lacked any concern about where he stood or who he stood beside."Of course I was busy, but there are elders busier than I am trying to kill me," said the man with black painted nails.Vi

As Noah left, the smile that once appeared on Jane's face slowly disappeared. She had no more reason to smile when this man, none other than Victor was the source of all problems. Not that he could see it but why is it that when she tried to take a second look of his face, she found that he was the one looking as if he had bitten into a bitter lemon.His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. If anyone else saw him, they would have thought that he was the one who had been wronged."You attract so many different kinds of problems aren't you?"She stared at him. "You mean yourself?""And that is a pretty clever comeback but I am upset. How could you take care of a man who isn't me? I thought you are my eyes and I don't think I will ever allow my eyes to move on its own and work for someone else that isn't me.""Are you disallowing me to work with my own limbs?""I did buy you.""Ah, so that's why you can sell me as you like to another person who would have ripped out

Jane opened the door as slowly as possible, the creaking noise coming from the slowly opened door and the lack of oil on the hinges rang in the silence. The sound seemed unusually loud in the empty hallway, scraping against her nerves as she carefully pushed the door wider inch by inch.Just as her heartbeat was about to spike, she peeked into the room, finding everything... in order.Frowning, Jane raised her eyebrows.There's nothing wrong with her room is there? Everything looks fine, in fact that she couldn't understand why that girl had warned her not to return to her room tonight.Her gaze swept across the room once more. The bed remained untouched. The curtains hung where they always were. The dresser stood quietly against the wall while her few belongings remained exactly where she remembered leaving them. Nothing looked out of place.Had it been a cruel prank? Perhaps to simply make her feel unsettled or perhaps a ruckus out of fear?The more she thought about it, the more ri

Harnold frowned as he wondered what kind of game his son had found this time. Victor always found new amusements to occupy himself with, only to grow bored of them soon after. One month he would become obsessed with something to the point of driving everyone around him insane, only to abandon it entirely once the novelty wore off. His interests changed as quickly as the weather and rarely lasted long enough for anyone to understand them. As long as it wasn't something bordering on becoming a serial killer, Harnold could tolerate it. Not that he genuinely feared his son becoming one. If anything, the idea felt almost ridiculous. Rather, cleaning up the aftermath would be troublesome, and Harnold had already spent enough years cleaning up after his children."By the way," Victor continued, "I haven't seen Stacy in a long time now. Wonder what happened to that sister of mine, Father?"Looking at his face and the grin threatening to curl at the corners of his lips, Harnold let out a heavy