Sweet Seduction
Chapter Eight: Devious Plans
A/N: Sorry, this is the first chap not to feature E/C -sigh- I know, not what you guys want, but hey, the other characters matter somewhat don't they?
Well,maybe not this one. I know it's short, but it's all I could manage, since I had to spend the week volunteering at Bible School trying to teach four year olds church songs -sigh-. But please ignore my rants and try to enjoy the chap anyway
Raoul angrily paced his bedroom. This was outrageous! His own brother demanding he be locked up in an asylum! Did he truly think he was insane? Was really he insane? No, of course not! This was ridiculous
"I'll show them" he muttered angrily. Even though he had all the money and fine things in the world, they couldn't buy him what he truly wanted.
But he'd sure as hell try to buy it anyway.
He looked at the letter delivered this afternoon. Even if he was being forced into the asylum, he could still control her, influence her decisions. He might not be able to flee the higher authority by leaving France (his father, obviously pressured by his other sane son had cut off Raoul's money and inheritance for the time being and his profile was locked in strict border control, preventing him from even fleeing to the country!) But the man Raoul had hired for this job would be perfect and she would soon be his once again. He wasn't going to lose his true love to some demented Phantom!
It was all set. This evening, his life would begin again. She would surely plead for his release in a few days, if this man did his job. She wouldn't belong to that Phantom anymore. She would belong to him, the Vicomte de Changy, and become his loving, adoring wife as they had planned. As it should be. She would be happier with him anyway. She just didn't realize it yet. But she would, in time.
Raoul hastily grabbed a pen and parchment and began scribbling down a reply. He included a few more specifics the man would need for his assignment, a few simple instructions, and a few more francs to ensure his silence before Raoul angrily grabbed the brandy bottle, gulping it down as he did every night before his fits came and he finally fell into a deep, drunken stupor, only interrupted by the occasional visions of her. He groaned with imaginary pleasure in his sleep. She would be his soon enough.
She would finally belong to him.