He Who Covets the Abandoned Bride (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
Seeing Adrian’s unusual reaction, Rilvan hurriedly opened the carriage window to check outside.
“Just bear with it a little longer. We’re almost there.”
Adrian, no longer hiding his discomfort, leaned against the carriage wall and nodded.
Creak, creak.
He hadn’t noticed it during their conversation, but now the carriage noise was unbearably loud. By the time it made him feel nauseous, the carriage fortunately came to a halt at their destination.
Shaking off Rilvan, who fussed over helping him, Adrian entered the temporary residence prepared for him within the Kingdom of Pilmer and headed straight to his room inside.
After changing clothes with the help of a servant and lying down on the bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling, sorting through the conversation they’d had in the carriage.
〈The problem is, they say someone is planning to kidnap Prince Cedric.〉
〈Your Highness, what would you do if that plan also included the assassination of the King of Wessex?〉
If the king were assassinated before even two generations passed, the nation would clearly collapse into chaos.
“If things go wrong… Wessex might truly be doomed.”
If Isabella’s scheme brought about such an outcome, it would be a serious issue indeed. Should Wessex fall into Fitzroy’s hands, his own plans in Pilmer would surely fall apart as well. He might even be forced to rely on sheer luck and coincidence.
‘After waiting all these years…’
This wasn’t merely a matter of one or two years.
Adrian had endured over a decade just to get Laila back.
And the Emperor, knowing well where Adrian’s heart truly lay, never outright forbade his union with Laila. Instead, he tried to redirect Adrian’s focus outward.
He sent him on countless monster-hunting missions under the guise of duty, sometimes dispatching him abroad for months at a time under the pretense of studying foreign cultures—only for him to return empty-handed. At one point, he even deliberately granted him a marquis title and a vast fief, exiling him to the provinces for several years.
Yet Adrian’s feelings never faded.
And then—
Prince Reynald of Pilmer and Laila of Wessex to be betrothed.
The moment he saw that single line in the daily intelligence report summarizing neighboring states’ affairs—stating Laila was to become the fiancée of Pilmer’s Seventh Prince—Adrian thought his head would explode.
Reynald Filmer was infamous even beyond the kingdom’s borders as a despicable wretch.
There was no more time for hesitation. Ignoring even his father’s glaring gaze, Adrian rushed off without a second thought.
After all, as the Crown Prince with no real alternatives, his father clearly couldn’t afford to cast him out.
Suddenly, he recalled Laila’s figure from not long ago, slumped in a corner of her room.
She may not have realized it herself, but her face had been utterly ruined by tears.
Her trembling hands and shoulders, the fear in her eyes—
Just from those signs alone, it was glaringly obvious what Reynald had intended to do to her.
‘If we hadn’t been inside the palace—if Laila hadn’t been watching—I would have killed that bastard.’
To someone who could slaughter monsters ten times his size without flinching, taking a human life was far too easy.
He’d restrained himself only for the sake of his public persona—and for Laila, who might be shocked by sudden violence.
Still, for now, he’d stay put.
〈You’d better stop your pointless thoughts and properly attend to the Princess of Wessex. If you don’t, I swear on the honor of Adrian Pinter Rains that I’ll gift you the most horrifying morning imaginable… Say, for example, the moment you wake up, the building you slept in collapses, impaling you right through the gut on the very tip of its spire.〉
〈…〉
〈Of course, right now I’m merely a noble who’s become a sudden tycoon in Harkin and just wants to sell you a ship—so don’t go blabbing this to anyone else. Not that anyone would believe you anyway, since this face of mine is hardly a flimsy mask.〉
Having issued that warning,
Adrian, lost in thought, undid his cravat, which had been choking him, and tossed it to the floor.
Thud! Thump, thump…
Under his irritated hands, the jeweled clasp securing the cravat bounced several times on the floor.
Just as he finally sprawled onto the bed,
“Your Highness.”
Someone called to him from outside.
Adrian, who had just thought he might get some rest, sighed and sat back up.
“Who is it? What’s the matter?”
“I apologize for disturbing your rest, but a royal carriage has just arrived outside the residence. What should we do?”
“…”
Adrian ran a hand through his hair, then stretched his heavily muscled legs and walked toward the door.
When he flung it open, his aide Rilvan stood there.
Rilvan added, his expression deeply troubled,
“You didn’t… reveal your identity, did you?”
Adrian’s violet eyes narrowed slightly.
A bad premonition struck him—trouble was coming.
When it came to such feelings, Adrian was rarely wrong.
[This is the timeline separator]After Millay had departed, even the lively pre-engagement banquet eventually drew to a close. People ebbed away like a receding tide, and Laila returned to her room with Reynald.
Reynald, for reasons unknown—perhaps something Millay had told him—had been sticking to Laila’s side ever since, uncomfortably close.
Could it be jealousy, now that he saw her with another man?
Yet his hand encircling her bare shoulder—exposed by her open-shoulder gown—and his frequent glances toward her neck made her deeply uneasy.
Click, click.
Even as she walked carefully through the dim corridor lit here and there by candles, the silence amplified the sound of her heels, making them echo unusually loud.
Because of this, the tension from being alone with Reynald refused to fade.
Even the servants trailing behind her made Laila feel burdened, so she spoke to Reynald to distract herself.
“Um, Reynald.”
“You have something you want to ask, Laila?”
He answered as though he’d been waiting for her to speak.
Laila looked up at him blankly, then squeezed the hands clasped demurely before her chest even tighter.
“It’s just… I was wondering what kind of person Lord Millay is. He really is from the Empire, right?”
“…”
She’d only meant to bring up a light topic before they reached the room. Honestly, with no other subjects coming to mind, this was the best she could think of—but Reynald’s mouth tightened into a flat line.
Worried she’d asked something inappropriate, Laila grew flustered and tried to take it back.
“You don’t have to answer if it’s difficult.”
“No, it’s natural to be curious. As you guessed, he’s a marquis from Harkin—Adrian Millay. In truth, I’m trying to buy a ship from him…”
She’d never heard the surname Millay before and had assumed he might only be a baron at most, so his presence in the royal court had puzzled her.
But a marquis? That was far higher status than she’d expected. Could he perhaps be a newly ennobled aristocrat?
While she was lost in such thoughts, Reynald offered more information than she’d hoped for.
“He’s asking an outrageous price, making negotiations a real headache. And on top of that, his side keeps suggesting all sorts of ways to raise funds, which is exhausting.”
“That sounds very troublesome…”
She’d overheard part of their earlier conversation and had suspected as much already.
But since the situation clearly wasn’t good, Laila felt awkward, unsure how to respond.
Moreover, Reynald suddenly gripped her shoulder tightly again. Startled, she flinched—and he responded with a crooked smile, feigning affection as he spoke.
“That reminds me… Laila, he might actually be lenient toward you. After all, you’re from the same region.”
“Well…”
Their nations had been divided for a very long time already—it would be forced to say they were the same. Just as she was about to say so, Reynald glanced pointedly over his shoulder as if checking for onlookers, then leaned close to whisper directly into her ear.
“…That bastard seemed quite interested in you. The way he looked at you earlier was rather intense.”
Unlike his usual loud tone, his voice now dripped with unpleasantness. Hearing his crude remark, Laila felt a chill run down her spine.
What’s more, Reynald’s words sounded strangely off—
“Interested,” “intense gaze”…
It was almost as if…
Laila deliberately cut off the thought. But instead of helping her dismiss this baseless suspicion, Reynald fanned the flames.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to help me? You’ll be my wife soon—surely you can do this much for my benefit?”
Laila’s eyes widened in shock.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
Surely he didn’t mean what she thought he did—she asked again, refusing to believe it.
But Reynald answered calmly, gently lifting her chin with the back of his hand and twisting his lips into a subtle, sinister smile.
“Of course, before that, my fiancée will need to prove she’s completely mine.”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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