Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge! Chapter 93 Her Story

Yoshida froze, her breath hitching as her erald eyes locked with Haruto's.

She didn't know why, but the walls she had painstakingly built around her heart felt like they were crumbling before the man sitting across from her.

It wasn't just his handso face or his confident deanor—it was sothing deeper.

His presence was disarming, his touch soft yet rough with calluses that spoke of a hard life.

Her voice was barely audible as she murmured, "But I don't want to be saved…"

The words fell short of reaching him, a hesitant whisper ant more for herself than for Haruto.

Gathering her courage, Yoshida finally looked up. "Hayase… do you really want to listen to my story?"

Haruto leaned forward, his expression serious as he nodded. "I'm listening."

Yoshida exhaled deeply, her voice trembling as she began. "I rember my childhood vividly, though I wish I didn't. It was filled with hate—hate from my own mother."

She clasped her hands together tightly as if trying to ground herself. "I was born beautiful, or so people said."

"Too beautiful. My father's attention drifted from her to , and my mother hated for it. That hate grew into sothing monstrous, and she… she made sure I suffered for it."

Her voice cracked, but she continued. "She would hit . Every ti soone complinted in front of her, I beca her punching bag. I thought maybe if I stayed quiet if and tried harder, it would stop. But then…"

Yoshida paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. "One day, my father left. He had an affair and walked out on both of us."

"After that, my mother spiraled. She blad for everything—every ounce of her pain and every piece of her broken life."

She shut her eyes tightly, the mories rushing back like an unstoppable tide. "I was nine when it happened. She grabbed my father's belt and… she hit until I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in the basent."

Haruto's breath hitched, but he said nothing, letting her continue at her own pace.

"She locked there," Yoshida said, her voice a whisper.

"There was a single bed and a tiny window. That was it. She ca down maybe twice a week—sotis three—to throw food and water on the floor. Like I was an animal."

"And every ti she did, she warned : 'Don't you dare make a ss, or I'll kill you.'"

Her hands trembled now, and her gaze grew distant. "The only comfort I had was the moonlight streaming through that tiny window. I used to hum to myself, trying to imagine a world outside that room. But most nights, I just cried."

"One night, as I was crying, I heard a voice," Yoshida continued, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"A boy's voice. 'Hello, is soone there?' he said. I couldn't believe it. For the first ti in so long, I wasn't alone."

Her eyes brightened montarily as she recounted the mory. "I scread for help, begged him to save . And then, I saw his face through the window. He was just a boy—no older than . But he didn't run away. He stayed."

She chuckled softly, though the sound was bittersweet. "'Wow, people were right. There's a ghost in this house,' he said. But then, he looked at and added, 'You're too beautiful to be a ghost.'"

"His na was Ren Ito. He promised to help . But before he did, he talked to —every day."

"He told stories about the world outside, adventures he had, and places he'd been. Sotis, he'd sneak books to read. He gave hope, sothing I thought I'd lost forever."

Yoshida's voice faltered. "But my mother found out. She ca down in a rage, screaming that I'd told soone about my life down there. She… she beat like never before."

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I thought I was going to die. But then, she stopped. I looked up, and she was lying on the floor, blood pooling around her head. And standing there, holding a shattered vase, was Ren."

Her eyes were full of determination and nostalgic as she t Haruto's gaze. "He looked at and smiled. 'See?' he said. 'I told you I'd save you, my princess.'"

Haruto sat frozen, stunned by the weight of Yoshida's story. It was sothing straight out of a tragic movie—though, he thought bitterly, his own tale of returning from the future wasn't much different.

He struggled to find the right words. What could he even say to her? The bond she shared with Ren was complicated and deeply rooted in gratitude and trauma.

"I owe my life to him," Yoshida said softly, her gaze distant.

"Yoshida," Haruto began, his voice steady but gentle, "owing him your life doesn't an you need to stay with him—especially when he treats you like trash."

She flinched at his words, but he pressed on.

"I know…" Yoshida whispered, her voice cracking. "But without him, I'm… I'm nothing."

"No," Haruto said firmly, leaning closer.

"That's not true. Listen to . If you stay with him, there will co a ti when he'll throw you away, and your position will change. When that happens, what will you do? Who will be there for you then?"

Yoshida's eyes flickered with uncertainty, her resolve wavering. Sothing in Haruto's words struck a chord deep within her—a truth she had been too afraid to face.

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she whispered, "But I don't know what to do."

Haruto's expression softened, and he reached out, brushing a stray tear from her face with the back of his hand.

"It's okay. You're not alone anymore. I'm here for you, Yoshida. You don't have to figure this out by yourself."

Haruto smiled, his voice steady and resolute.

"I promise, I'll save you. You don't have to face this hell alone."

Yoshida's eyes widened at his words, her lips parting as if to respond. But before she could, a sharp, impatient voice broke the fragile mont.

"Ayaka! Where are you? Don't make wait!"

The sound of Ren's voice echoed through the area, cold and commanding. Stay connected through empire

Yoshida froze, her face paling as she turned toward the source of the voice. Haruto's gaze hardened, his protective instincts flaring to life.

Ren was here.