She didn’t want even a tiny part in such a terrible drama.
She just wanted to live a normal life.
Like the dream she had when marrying her husband: a modest life with dignity, not rich but free from injustice, a peaceful existence until her departure.
“Ah, I’m not asking for great fortune. Just that level of peace, why can’t I have that?”
Suddenly, she felt a surge of sadness. Her current plight might seem minor compared to Dia’s upcoming miseries.
In the jolting car, Zen held a stack of documents. Papers filled with plans for budgets to build several large factories and schemes to forcibly sell off a company.
Zen, who had no sympathy for those who might suffer from the forced sale of the company and subsequent restructuring, was indifferent to the plight of those families whose livelihoods might be endangered. He detested the very notion of sympathy.
“Thanks to Lady Forea, the sale of Zelaman Company seems to be going smoothly,” said Todd, sitting opposite Zen, his dark brown hair and bark-colored eyes reflecting a calm demeanor. Though known as the head of the Baem Automobile Company, in truth, Todd was nothing more nor less than ‘one of Zen’s people.’
“Yes, she’s quite remarkable. Always dancing the waltz over my head,” Zen replied with a bitter smile.
Lady Forea, the eccentric! The current state of Zen owed much to her.
[To think Burn is living so miserably here.]The cold hand of the elegant noblewoman. Had she truly been on Burn’s side, Zen would have never taken her hand. But she wasn’t. She was, in fact, someone who desired Burn’s downfall.
That’s why Zen had taken her hand. But who would have thought she had ‘Devi’ with her? Was this also part of her plan? Zen wondered momentarily.
‘No. She didn’t know I was searching for Devi.’
So, this was a cruel coincidence. Or perhaps, a compensation from the gods for the torments Zen had endured.
‘It’s still hot.’
The spot where Deborah’s gaze had landed still burned intensely. Just the thought of her fingers touching him made him shudder. How foolish he would have acted then, like a child.
‘I’m not who I was back then.’
Too much time had passed. It had been 10 years since he could recognize her voice immediately.
‘But you didn’t recognize me, not because of time.’
Zen smiled ruefully. It was as if he had chewed on some bitter herb.
[How is it? Tasty, right? Doesn’t it make you happy?]Deborah had once playfully stuffed a cookie into Zen’s mouth, a distant memory now. Yet Zen couldn’t help but think,
‘What’s the difference between you then and now?’
Embarrassed that he hadn’t recognized her voice instantly, Zen realized there wasn’t much difference between Deborah then and now. Stubborn, but not obstinate, always warm.
‘I laughed at myself last night for wondering how you might have changed. You’re just as consistent.’
With a slight chuckle, Zen gazed out the window. The street lamps flickered on, illuminating the dreary cityscape.
‘Why did you disappear back then? You were a beloved maid in the Heather household.’
But suddenly, Deborah vanished, and everyone in the Heather household acted as if she had never existed.
[There’s no such person, so don’t come looking again.]The terror, despair, and helplessness Zen felt then were beyond words.
‘Back then, I was powerless, and the Heathers soon returned to their homeland.’
What had happened, and what life had Deborah, who had disappeared from Zen’s sight, lived since then?
‘…She had been married.’
What sort of man was he? Who was this person that had occupied the place by her side? While Zen longed for her, this man had been facing her smiling face. He must have playfully kissed her, daring to…
‘…’
Zen’s grip on the papers in his hand turned them into a pitiable crumpled mess.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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