Ollentia clenched her trembling hands and stood up straight. She didn’t want to appear weak and wilt.
“Please, I beg you, Archbishop. I don’t want to be married off to an alcoholic lecher.”
Despite her plea, the Archbishop replied with a sigh.
“If the wedding is entirely canceled, Lady, you will never be able to have a marriage ceremony blessed by God again. Is that alright with you?”
In the Bonnus Empire’s aristocracy, no one forgoes a church wedding. The blessing of God in the ceremony is that important. To not have it means to hide and have a quiet ceremony, which would undoubtedly lead to being ostracized and even stoned for bad luck.
Ollentia shook, clenching her fists. She had imagined herself being led into the Bonnus Cathedral to marry Duke Lucius, exactly as Sokor and Kikozelia wished.
She couldn’t let that happen.
‘Isn’t there another way? Any other option!’
Then the Archbishop spoke again, firmly.
“Lady, your marriage to Duke Lucius is almost a promise to God. Just go through with it. That’s the best course.”
Her heart shattered.
Ollentia looked at the Archbishop with sad eyes. But he was nonchalantly drinking his tea, as if it had nothing to do with him.
That’s when her uncle finally spoke.
“Does it have to be Duke Lucius?”
Ollentia glanced at him as if to say, ‘What kind of nonsense is that?’
Count Odor maintained a gravely serious expression.
“The special marriage permit application was made by the Count of Armeniaca, Ollentia’s guardian at the time. So, it can be said that the promise is with Ollentia alone. Hence, there is no need for it to be Duke Lucius.”
At this, the Archbishop chuckled and put down his teacup.
“That’s a fair point. Count Odor’s words are correct.”
Leaving the reception room, Ollentia felt dazed. She chuckled to herself as she pondered over the words exchanged between her uncle and Archbishop Werbu.
“So, I can’t cancel the wedding, but I can bring a different man instead of Duke Lucius,” Ollentia thought. However, what she really wanted was to cancel the wedding altogether. Finding another man to marry in place of Duke Lucius was also difficult, not to mention she wasn’t keen on getting married in the first place.
But Count Odor seemed very anxious.
“We need to find some decent men quickly. I know Count Hermil has a good character.”
“No, Uncle. I haven’t given up yet.”
“What haven’t you given up on? Surely not canceling the wedding?”
“Yes. I’m thinking of finding a way.”
“You know that when the Archbishop talks about a promise to God, he never changes his mind.”
Yet, Ollentia still clung to hope. She wanted to reserve her uncle’s method as the very last resort.
As they moved towards the carriage, the uncle said, “Let’s go back for today. That’s enough.”
Standing in front of the church, Ollentia spoke to Count Odor.
“I have more to do at the church. Could you come to pick me up around evening?”
She still had matters to check at the church. Whether thinking it was just her clinging to hope or not, Count Odor didn’t ask further and nodded.
“Okay. Don’t get into trouble.”
“You too, Uncle. I know what you’re up to, don’t waste your efforts.”
She suspected he might really be arranging meetings with potential suitors, considering his constant mention of finding a decent man.
Count Odor quickly boarded the carriage. Watching it leave, Ollentia then gazed up at the high spire of the church. She planned to wander around the church to recall whether she had been there before or not.
Doing so might also help her determine whether her dream was a premonition.
Not wanting to show this to others, Ollentia first explored the outskirts. Slowly making her way around, she reached the backyard of the church.
The backyard was covered with numerous pebbles and had a small rest area with white tables and chairs.
That’s when she heard it.
Thud, thud!
Startled by the urgent footsteps approaching from the backyard, Ollentia instinctively hid behind a tree.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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