Bad Born Blood

Chapter 103

"Hey, come here for a second, Luka... us Custoria."

Enrico approached me as he spoke. It seemed like he still found my new identity awkward.

"Excuse me for a moment."

I excused myself to Giselle and Ilay, then followed Enrico outside the banquet hall. The hallway was lined with a long brown carpet.

Enrico, as if he had a death wish, suddenly grabbed me by the collar and shoved me against the wall. If I hadn’t felt even the slightest bit of guilt toward him, his arm would have been broken.

"You, you bastard! You said you’d bring me and Giselle together!"

"I never said I’d make it happen. I said I’d help."

Back at the Accretia Academy, I had used Enrico. Even though I knew he wouldn’t end up with Giselle, I had still urged him to confess.

And of course, Giselle had rejected him. That heartbreak had left a deep wound in Enrico. I had done him wrong.

But so what?

Compared to the world I lived in, a teenage heartbreak was nothing more than a trivial matter. I lived in a world of killing and being killed. I had no intention of indulging a kid whining as if he had lost everything just because a girl turned him down.