He Who Covets the Abandoned Bride (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
“You… you….”
Reynald, his face stricken with shock, looked up at him but couldn’t bring himself to speak. Seeing Reynald stammering and pointing at him with a trembling finger, Millay briefly considered breaking that finger—then simply pushed his face away with his foot instead.
It was a small action, but because Reynald was caught completely off guard, his face slammed into the floor. He lay there trembling violently, grinding his teeth as he struggled to push himself back up.
“You—you’re nothing but a mere marquis, you bastard….”
Millay watched silently, arms crossed, as Reynald clutched his forehead—still apparently suffering from a headache—and then finally spoke.
“I thought I already told you who I am. Did you forget so quickly?”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit, you piece of shit! You, the Crown Prince of Harkin? Where the hell do you get off pretending to be someone you’re not?”
Shouting this, Reynald spat a mouthful of blood-mixed saliva onto the floor. Only then did Millay finally grasp the situation, letting out a small, quiet “Ah.”
He had mistakenly assumed Reynald had properly understood his position—since Laila had addressed him as a marquis—but in truth, it was the exact opposite.
Well, of course.
Millay twisted his thin lips into a smirk and knelt on one knee before Reynald, who still couldn’t get properly to his feet. He grabbed Reynald’s already battered face and lifted it to meet his eyes.
A trace of mockery flickered in his gaze. His voice was ice-cold.
“So in short, you didn’t believe a word I said. That’s why you went so far as to prepare a carriage just to drag me back to the palace? Tell me—was it to humiliate Laila right in front of me?”
Reynald let out a low chuckle at Millay’s accurate guess at his intentions. Still failing to read the atmosphere, he kept provoking Millay without restraint.
“You like her, don’t you? Did you fall for her at first sight or something?”
Should he even be complimented for that?
Well, it was true—he had indeed fallen for her at first sight.
But not at the moment Reynald imagined. Unless he was just feeling pity, what man in his right mind would fall for a woman simply because she was crying?
Still, Reynald’s words just now brought back the vivid image of Laila crouched in the corner of this very room, sobbing. Millay felt his mind go icy cold.
“…That’s exactly why dealing with someone of such low intelligence is so exhausting.”
It was at that very moment, as he muttered those words under his breath—
Kwang!
Though Millay made no visible gesture at all, Reynald’s body flew backward as if struck by an invisible force.
Earlier, the room had been too dark for Reynald to understand what had hit him—but this time was different. With his eyes wide open, he watched helplessly as some unseen power slammed him hard against the wall.
Bouncing off the wall and crashing onto the floor, Reynald let out a pained groan, unable to stand from the impact that had jolted through his whole body.
“Guh… ghhk…”
Having inflicted just enough pain to avoid giving him a full concussion, Millay calmly shoved his hands into his pockets and walked leisurely toward Reynald, who was crawling on the floor.
“Do you even understand what kind of power that was?”
His body felt feverish, as though something inside had snapped. Though his mind was in utter chaos, Reynald managed to recall what had just happened and began to tremble.
Click, click—the sound of his chattering teeth echoed gruesomely as he stammered out words.
“W-what… w-what the hell… d-don’t tell me it’s really…”
So Millay’s claim of being the Crown Prince hadn’t been an empty boast after all?
Unable to finish the sentence, Reynald could only blink rapidly. Millay tilted his head slightly and gave him a faint, knowing smile. Though he said neither yes nor no, Reynald could no longer harbor any doubt about who Millay truly was.
It was the psychokinetic ability passed down through the bloodline of Harkin’s imperial family.
Millay was none other than Adrian Rains—Harkin’s second-in-command, widely regarded as the most powerful wielder of this ability in history.
Now that he thought about it, Reynald did vaguely recall hearing somewhere that Millay had once been granted the title of “Marquis.”
As this fact clicked into place, a cold shiver ran down Reynald’s spine, and his hands began to shake uncontrollably.
Looking down indifferently at Reynald, now frozen in terror, Millay muttered,
“To be honest, it’s a waste even showing a maggot like you this kind of power—and yet, I never expected I’d have to use it twice in a single day.”
After saying that, Millay paused and tilted his head, correcting himself.
“Actually… maybe three times.”
Reynald, puzzled as to why it would be three times, struggled to recall one more instance.
The strange tremors that had occurred only in this building—could that have been Millay’s doing too…?
Even for a psychokinetic user, shaking an entire building seemed implausible—but if the rumors about Crown Prince Adrian’s terrifying strength were true, then perhaps it really was possible.
Reynald finally realized he’d unwittingly poked one of the most dangerous hornets’ nests imaginable.
He should never have dismissed the earlier warning so lightly.
“But I needed someone to take my frustrations out on, you see.”
“W-wha—Your Highness, the Crown Prince….”
The killing intent radiating from Millay’s eyes was unmistakable. Overwhelmed by sheer dread, Reynald instinctively scooted backward on his rear, trying to put distance between them.
Was Millay really going to kill him right here? He was still a prince of his own nation, after all…
Just as Reynald had that thought, he suddenly felt his strength draining from his limbs. A sharp smell rose from below—Millay glanced downward, saw the source, and let out a quiet snort of amusement.
“You must be really scared. You should’ve just listened properly from the start—before my patience ran out.”
Humiliation flushed Reynald’s face bright red. He had never in his life been brought so low, so utterly humiliated. He was on the verge of tears but barely managed to hold them back as he stammered out a reply.
“W-what… w-what do you… w-want from me…?”
His own voice sounded foreign to his ears—how pathetic he must appear to Millay. Though self-loathing welled up inside him, he still couldn’t overcome the sheer terror Millay inspired. And when Millay leaned in close, locking eyes with him, Reynald nearly stopped breathing altogether.
Watching Reynald now hiccoughing uncontrollably, Millay answered in a dry, flat tone.
“When I first came to this country, I honestly thought it’d be fine to just sell you an expensive ship, call off your engagement to Laila, and send her back to Wessex.”
If only he’d stopped there—without adding what came next.
Reynald kept hiccupping, his eyes bulging as he stared fixedly at Millay, waiting desperately for the rest.
“But you—and this whole damn country—turned out to be far more repulsive than I’d imagined.”
“W-what… ghhk!”
Millay’s large hand shot out and seized Reynald by the throat. Holding him firmly in place so he couldn’t resist, Millay began dragging him somewhere.
With heavy, deliberate footsteps, Millay led Reynald toward the table at the center of the room.
Reynald’s head hit the tabletop, and as he lifted it again, something rustled under his hand.
As if waiting for this exact moment, Millay snatched up that “something”—a sheet of paper—and thrust it right before Reynald’s eyes.
The document’s title couldn’t have been more obvious: “Ship Purchase Agreement,” “Loan Contract.”
“Don’t worry too much. You’d have had to sign these documents anyway—this just moves the date forward by a few days.”
Indeed, Millay had been subtly pressuring Reynald to sign these very papers recently. The only difference now was this: before, Reynald had held the choice of when to sign—but that choice was gone.
“You want the pleasure yacht I’m selling, don’t you? I’ll let you have it cheap—and even lend you the money to afford it.”
Reynald flinched at Millay’s words, delivered as if he were doing him a great favor. Even someone as indulgent as Reynald couldn’t possibly agree right then and there to buy the very yacht Millay was offering.
The ship’s price equaled two months’ worth of the entire kingdom’s operating budget. Though it was an ultra-luxurious vessel he’d desperately wanted, he’d been hesitating—wondering if it was simply too extravagant to purchase.
Yet, backing out too easily would make him a laughingstock—someone with no real wealth but overflowing with greed—so he couldn’t bring himself to outright refuse either.
But now, the man offering him this contract was clearly eager to see him dead.
Signing it would surely doom his future. Who in their right mind would willingly step into such an obvious trap?
Fear flooded Reynald’s eyes as he stared at Millay.
But Janus, having abandoned the eyes of peace, had nothing left but cruelty.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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