The Predator’s Contract Partner Chapter 2

based on their whims. By the ti Elisha was born, Count Laurent Lor and his wife had also divorced.

Shortly after her birth, her father abandoned her mother. The old kingdom had collapsed, and he needed a wife who was of an imperial aristocratic family. Her mother took Elisha to the monastery.

She said, 'For people like your father, a wife is like an outfit; it's easy to change.'

Elisha acknowledged that fact without much sympathy. Growing up and living with her mother at the Mugwort Monastery was all she knew. Her mother grew sickly from a lung disease, and by the ti Elisha was six years old, her mother had passed away. And she was left all alone in this world.

She continued to live in the monastery, and although she was lonely, she was able to eat and study. She lived, thinking that her father just didn't exist.

'If I just think of myself as an orphan, this is a life worth living.'

When her life was ruined by the father she never knew, her feelings were full of fathomless resentnt and detestation.

'Now that there are 30,000 gold coins to repay, I'm suddenly your daughter?'

The ducal house of Cartier was a family that prospered throughout the empire. From the most expensive real estate in the capital to the smallest shop in the countryside, there was no locale where their influence didn't touch.

They were a family of greedy snakes. A family that consud everything.

The family's eldest son, Jacob, was the one who captured Elisha.

'You are now the last remaining blood of Lord Lor. Congratulations on becoming the Countess. First, sign here. You'll need to pay for the war your father had caused.”

Elisha sat down on the floor haphazardly— bound by her cursed blood and bad luck — and the succession ceremony to succeed the Count seat took place right then. There, Elisha beca the Countess with nothing to her na but a preposterous amount of debt.

Elisha was 14 years old.

Elisha was confined to a corner of the vast Cartier estate where won, like Elisha, who had beco indentured servants, were brought in.

Won in her situation were called 'collaterals.'

All of the won belonged to Jacob, the eldest son of the Cartier family. Jacob was their first master, and if he died, ownership would be transferred to another mber of the family. In truth, they were their slaves.

So Elisha turned 20 without hope or expectation. Sohow, she had managed to live for another year.

'I've really survived hell….but how long can I endure? Will I just beco like the others who disappeared without a word?'

Elisha lived poorly in her monastery and had to rely on herself. To earn a couple of pennies, she made her own way by learning skills from transcribing to sewing. Her lace and embroidery were especially popular in the monastery and continued to be useful in the Cartier mansion.

'That's why I happen to be alive, but it's not enough to extend my life for long.'

There wasn't enough work, so she kept herself busy with laundry and cleaning of the main mansion. She worked like an ant.

And at the age of 20, her life was like a fla of a candle in the wind.

One day, the twenty-year-old Elisha went to pray at a small temple. That day, Elisha had an ominous on.

“Ah!”

'Oye, a person fell here!'

Elisha fell in front of the temple as she passed by a slippery icy road. She wasn't injured, but she had a full day ahead. The next day, on New Year's Day, she got up early and started working.

Her fall might have been a sign of misfortune. Since that year, Elisha's life had fallen even further.

The twenty-year-old Elisha was broke. Once her property was stolen, it was inevitable that she would be sold.

A distraught Elisha, who was on the verge of being sold to a mada, seized the head maid and begged:

'I am good at embroidery, I can speak and write foreign languages, and I am good at calculating sums. Please, I'll do anything.'

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The maid, who had been her supervisor, contemplated for a while. After she had gathered her thoughts, she told Elisha to follow her and took her to et soone. The person she faced was soone she had never wanted to et again.

Jacob. He was the eldest son of the Cartier family and the one who imprisoned Elisha here.

'It's been a while. Have you gotten prettier? Let see. Is she a virgin?'

As if he was doing her great kindness, he entrusted Elisha to organize his books.

Jacob had a dark heart to covet and sell Elisha several tis. Not knowing that, Elisha desperately did the job she was given.

Her first misfortune ca quickly.

'My w-wife. I don't know what's going on.'

'You said that noble seduced Carola's husband? A bitch like you should be punished!'

One day, Jacob's wife, Carola, ca in at a nacingly slow pace and made the maids hold down Elisha as she sared a strange liquid on her face. It was so unbearable that Elisha scread and rolled on the floor in pain until she passed out.

'My face…… It's burning……. Sobody please give water … Please I'll take…….'

After a few days, she woke up with an agonizing scar that covered the entire right side of her face.

Her beautiful white skin beca like lted wax; a blue eye beca a glass egg; her blonde hair beca dull and brittle. After that day, her life lost aning. After seeing Elisha's skeletal state, Jacob exploded.

'What happened to you? Before I went on my business trip, I should have eaten you earlier.'

It was by re chance that Elisha's mathematical ability was discovered, thereby prolonging her life.

When she lived in the monastery, seeing Elisha having soaked up math concepts like a sponge, the Archbishop had told her that she was a genius. That talent of hers lifted her debts in the face of her death.

Seeing the books Elisha had completed, Jacob said with relish:

'Well, they say accounting should be done by ugly bitches like you. There is a myth that half-hearted things run away with money because of an affair. I'll let you keep working.'

At that ti, she felt fortunate that she extended her lifespan, even though she struggled with a deep despair. Even though she knew that her life was torture, she had no choice but to keep going.

'If you make a mistake, it's death. I can't sell you to a brothel, so your life is even cheaper.'

Jacob said.

Elisha was competent. In her third year, she beca Jacob's secretary, and in her fourth, she beca Jacob's assistant housekeeper.

Elisha carried secret notes from the spy network at Jacob's orders, and she was also a maid to Jacob's wife. Elisha's formal position was a housekeeper, but she did whatever that was asked of her. Truthfully, she was closer to an errand boy.

Suddenly, strange rumors about her began to circulate.

'They say Sir Jacob, the eldest son of the Cartier family, is in love with a disfigured woman!'

'He has a perverted hobby like that? People's nightly amusents are truly surprising!'

Elisha was known as the clown pitied by Jacob. Thousands of people mocked and spit on her while they saluted him.

It was almost a miracle that Elisha wasn't forced into such a situation. There were many beauties around Jacob, and so Elisha's existence didn't need to be touched.

What Elisha's life taught her was that every Cartier family mber was the sa.

The Cartiers, who had all the wealth in the world, would decide a successor, not through birthright, but through a series of tests and trials. Only one person could win and inherit everything, in order not to divide their cumulative wealth. As a result, there was a fierce competition for the head of the house.

Elisha was well-known as Jacob's confidant, so many mbers of the Cartier clan threatened her.

She was sotis beaten and nearly murdered by the successor candidates, who held grudges against Jacob.

Shortly before her death, Elisha was so miserable that she couldn't even entertain the thoughts of what was right. She was so impoverished that morality wasn't sothing she could afford.

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“If I died, I thought it would be after Jacob beca the ducal head.”

Jacob's status as a successor was being jeopardized. His situation was becoming desperate. At that ti, he had a fearso enemy threatening his position.

Lucerne de Kayas.

It was the na of his old rival.

A person of the Cartier clan but did not receive the Cartier surna. A high-ranking general who had abandoned his family and took the Empire's side. He had apprehended Jacob's drug trafficking ring.

'Elisha, I believed in you. I hate drugs—it's the enemy of my lineage and my family's honor.'

Jacob decided to bla everything on Elisha.

'I can't believe you're even running a drug cartel to make money for .'

It was a ridiculous accusation. But, there was evidence. Jacob established several companies under Elisha's na, and he was dealing drugs in one of those shops.

'A woman who loved so much that she even pushed drugs. It will go down in history as a heartbreaking story of a desperate unrequited love. Cheer up. You'll be a famous ugly hag. How wonderful.'

Jacob prepared an absurd fake will. Then forced Elisha to sign it with her blood. The date for the hanging was set.

'I didn't live like this so I could die in vain.'

Even at that mont, Elisha wanted to live. She ran away. But she was quickly apprehended.

'Tsk, tsk, it's not a day or two you've eaten out of my family's hand. Hmm? Didn't you know? There's a pattern on your body. This pattern will follow you wherever you go. All the collaterals in the mansion like you are imprinted with this.'

'Let go of .'

Elisha struggled. Then she grazed Jacob's cheek with her nails. Jacob was a man who had cruel eyes and a broken nose that gave him an awful appearance. His eyes beca fierce. When his eyes twitched, it ant that one of the people around him would die.

'Ah, fuck! Crazy bitch!

He pushed Elisha to the floor. At that mont, her vision turned red.

'Ahhhh'

There must have been a pointed stone on the floor. She lost her consciousness as her eyes beca cloudy. She touched her head. There was blood.

Elisha closed her eyes.

'Oh shit, are you dead? I guess I'll have to treat it as suicide. Shit, what should I do?”

Absurdly, those were the last words Elisha heard right before she died.

When she opened her eyes again, Elisha was on a bed.

“Where…… where am I?”

A nurse, who was taking care of Elisha, replied.

“Don't you rember? You fell in front of the temple and passed out. You didn't break anything, and you didn't hurt your head. All you did was lose consciousness. You're lucky.”

Elisha was embarrassed. She asked the nurse a few more questions.

“Then this year…… is the year 995 of the Imperial Calendar?”

Elisha had an excellent mory, so she effortlessly rembered details from the years of her past.

“Five years ago, on New Year's Day, I fell in front of a temple. Is today that day?”

She couldn't believe it.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Elisha's hair was loose, and she walked around in the annex with bare feet.

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Shabby clothes, stretched out underwear, and a few belongings. Freckles and the other 'collaterals'. Decaying furniture and scraped walls. It was the sa as those in her mories.

Elisha had returned to the past.

'Is this hell? That was possible. 'Cause there's no punishnt as big as repeating that life again.'

For five years, she had lived amongst demons, so hell was a logical conclusion.

'But… … .'

Elisha pinched herself several tis. She was undoubtedly alive.

'It's not a dream. Five years of life. That must have happened.'

So could it be that she had turned back the ti? Elisha was in a state of disbelief.

One day, Elisha doubted her sanity; the next day, she doubted if she was in a dream. Laundry was done every day, and her debt never decreased.

'This is…… … this is reality.'

Her days at the mansion were monotonous. She worked every day and struggled with her debts.

Finishing up the laces for Carola's dress, chatting with Freckles….. The windows kept creaking at the sound of the heavy rain last night, and she couldn't fall asleep while trembling.

It was all so ordinary.

'I need an opportunity to make sure. To be certain.'

So Elisha decided to test whether her mories were real and reliable.

'Today is the day I will et that man.'

The man who arrived in ti for the Duke's birthday.

An unforgettable man.

Lucerne de Kayas.

Jacob's foe, who had terrified him his whole life, would arrive at the mansion today.

'If he really appears…… … … then it's true— I have gone back in ti.'

Elisha doubted that she went back in ti, but if she really did—she could think of all the things she would do differently with the knowledge that she knew now.

But if all of this were her delusion, then… … …

'I would rather die. But, if I really et Lucerne today, I will try one more ti to change my life.'

Elisha decided to use today's events to determine the path she would take at this vital crossroad.

And when the man's carriage appeared while she was doing laundry, tears poured out of Elisha's eyes without her knowledge as she stared, stunned.

They were tears shed sorrowfully for her future of life in hell. At the sa ti, they were tears for future Elisha, who died in vain after toiling in agony for five years.

“Stop crying. Are you okay?”

Freckles asked, embarrassed.

“… I'm okay.”

“Stop…”

The main ducal estate of Cartier was so huge that it could be called a terrority. Within, there were hunting grounds, rivers, forests, and dozens of outbuildings and mansions for each descendant.

They were standing by the stream behind the annex. The road that ca up, right next to the stream, was a shortcut to the Duke's main residence while passing through Jacob's territory.

“That black carriage, that flag. I've heard of it. It must be the esteed General's carriage. Stop crying, let's watch. Hmm?”

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As the road beca narrower, the carriage slowed down. Its window was open.

Elisha saw his face. It was him, Lucerne.