The girl, intrigued as if she had found a fascinating toy, scanned Roselia from head to toe. Her sapphire eyes then lingered on Roselia’s face, lighting up with interest.
“You’re pretty. I like pretty things.”
Roselia tensed up, not sure if the girl was probing or simply expressing innocent admiration.
“Do you think so…?”
As she averted her gaze from the girl’s intense stare, a commotion from the staircase broke the tension.
“Miss Closet! Really! Running off again! My patience is wearing thin!”
The girl, as if waiting for her governess, turned around with a hand on her hip, leaving Roselia standing awkwardly next to her. As Roselia looked helplessly at Denver, Closet declared confidently.
“From today, Antonio will be my ‘il domestico.'”
“Excuse me…?”
Both the governess and Roselia uttered in surprise.
The flustered governess stared at Roselia as if accusing her, while Roselia could only shrug helplessly.
An ‘il domestico’ referred to a ‘handsome servant,’ a trend among society ladies. Depending on the appearance and abilities of an il domestico, they could become the envy of society ladies or even a source of influence.
Sometimes, they were used to extract information from desired families through their charm.
“I’ll take Antonio to the ‘Green Ladies’ Gathering’ tomorrow, so just know that.”
After swiftly stating her intentions and disappearing, Roselia repeated in confusion.
“Excuse me…??”
Everyone, except Closet, stood frozen until Roselia’s voice brought them back to reality.
“Miss Closet! If you’re going out tomorrow, you need to get ready!”
After Closet’s governess hurried out, Denver and Roselia were finally able to move on, still dazed.
“You’re quite lucky. To catch the eye of the Lady on your first day.”
With that, they resumed their journey, Roselia still processing the sudden turn of events.
Ignoring Denver’s clearly displeased reaction, Roselia forced herself to walk on, disregarding his comment.
Who said I wanted to be an ‘il domestico’? True, the treatment was better than a regular servant. But she wasn’t even a real male servant, and she had the critical task of repaying a 3,000 berang debt.
Sighing deeply, she pondered the increasingly twisted situation.
Waiting for Alejandro, who was supposed to visit her room, Roselia prepared for bed as he didn’t show up even after sunset.
Securing the door carefully, she first took off her shirt and unwrapped the cloth tightly binding her chest.
“Ahh… I feel alive.”
The sense of relief was indescribable.
Her breasts, not too big nor too small but modestly full, seemed to protest being constrained.
Had she been well-fed and grown in comfort, her chest might have been larger than it was now.
In a way, it was fortunate. The thought of being even more suffocated was daunting.
After quickly showering in the attached bathroom, wary of anyone seeing her, Roselia dried her dark, damp hair with a towel, contemplating.
Should she bind her chest again? She was going to sleep anyway. No one would visit, right?
She glanced out the window, shaking her head, and flopped down on the bed. It was well past evening.
Skipping dinner due to unease about dining with the male servants, she felt drained.
Thinking it would be rude for Alejandro to visit at this hour, she let her guard down.
That’s when she heard it.
Knock, knock.
She thought she had misheard, but the sound came again, louder this time. Startled, she bolted upright.
Could someone be visiting at this hour??
In a panic, she struggled to wrap the cloth around her chest, but in her flustered state, it was futile. The knocking grew insistent, and with a “whatever” attitude, Roselia hurriedly pulled on her pants.
“Just a moment!”
Hastily zipping up her pants and buttoning her shirt to the top, she checked her reflection. It wasn’t much different from before, but a keen eye would notice her slightly prominent chest. The tips, unmistakably visible without any undergarments, were embarrassingly obvious. Roselia felt like crying.
Knock, knock, knock!
“I’m coming!”
With an irritated knocking, she rushed to the door and unlocked it, only to find not Alejandro, but Duke Baltazar himself standing there.
“Uh… Your Grace, why are you…”
As Roselia stumbled over her words, Klaus furrowed his brows, slowly scanning her appearance.
“Why are you hugging that large vase?”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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