How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
I clung desperately to that voice as though it were my savior.
“Yes. Please help me.”
If you help me—if you only help me get my revenge.
It didn’t matter whether the voice I was hearing belonged to an angel or a demon. I added with all the longing in my heart,
“If you save my life and give me a chance to take revenge on them, I’ll do anything you ask of me.”
At that, the voice let out a low chuckle, as if amused.
“Very well. I’ll grant your wish.”
With that reply, I closed my eyes. A strange chill suddenly enveloped my body, and soon my consciousness faded completely.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to a time one year before the day I died.
I couldn’t describe how bewildered I was when I first opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling of my room. Could it be that I’d died and gone to heaven? While I was lost in that thought, I turned my head and spotted a pearl necklace around my neck in the mirror.
It was my mother’s keepsake—the one I’d lost a year before my death.
The moment I saw it hanging around my neck, the voice I’d heard just before dying echoed in my mind. And then I knew for certain: I had been sent back into the past. Overwhelmed by joy at being alive again and seething with rage toward those who had betrayed and deceived me, I burst into tears.
Afterward, I shut myself in my bedroom, curled up tightly as I sank into thought.
I had to plan my revenge against Marquis Uston, who had utterly deceived me, my cousin Danae, and my fiancé Leonard Klein, who had been my husband in my previous life.
“How should I go about it?”
Ordinary revenge wouldn’t do—it would be meaningless.
I wanted them to suffer the exact same pain I had endured: for killing my father, exploiting me completely, betraying my trust, and ultimately murdering me. But how could I make that happen? Thoughts spiraled endlessly in my mind.
At last, I came to a single conclusion.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”
I would repay them in kind for everything they’d done to me.
I had trusted them, and they’d used that trust as bait to exploit me thoroughly before discarding me.
So I, too, would use them and then cast them aside. I would show those who firmly believed I was nothing more than their pawn exactly what it felt like to be betrayed by someone they trusted. It was the simplest yet most satisfying form of revenge.
“Uncle, that despicable Marquis Uston used me in my past life to drive his rivals into ruin one by one. This time, I’ll side with them and drive those three into ruin myself.”
That was my revenge—and the only way I could atone for the wicked deeds I’d committed.
I recalled Marquis Uston’s political enemies in my mind.
Among them, I easily thought of the one who hated him most deeply and possessed the greatest wealth and power.
“…Elliott Francis Haven, the young head of House Haven.”
He was the Emperor’s grandson and one of only two dukes in the Mercia Empire, locked in constant conflict with Marquis Uston over Empress Maria’s succession issue.
He knew well that without me, Marquis Uston was too incompetent to survive the power struggle, and that drove him frantic with the desire to eliminate me. He had regarded me—the marquis’s key strategist—with extreme wariness and had been desperate to get rid of me. Because of him, I’d had to flee repeatedly to the Uston estate’s hiding places just to stay alive.
In short, he was my nemesis—and I was his.
Our bitter entanglement had ended with his assassination at Marquis Uston’s hands.
I recalled that man’s coldly handsome face.
“This life, too, you’ll end up under my control, Your Grace.”
But unlike in my previous life, this time my actions would surely benefit him.
Nothing I did would ever put him in trouble. This revenge was also my atonement toward him.
Having steeled my resolve, I stood from my chair and picked up the coat hanging over the backrest.
Then I called out toward the door.
“Annie, are you there?”
“Yes, my lady! What is it?”
A woman’s voice came immediately from beyond the door, accompanied by footsteps. She was Annie, the maid who had served me since my father, the Late Marquis Uston, was still alive.
I opened the door and said to Annie as she entered.
“Please call for a carriage.”
“Are you going out?”
“Yes.”
“Understood. I’ll go fetch Mr. Carter, my lady.”
Annie nodded and turned toward the door, but I quickly caught her arm.
“No. Not Carter. I’ll give you some silver coins—use them to hire a carriage from the Coachmen’s Guild.”
“What? Ah—yes, my lady.”
Until everything was certain, my movements mustn’t be discovered by the marquis. Using a carriage and coachman employed directly by House Uston would be too risky.
For a moment, Annie looked confused, but she soon nodded silently without protest. After she left with the silver, I let out a long sigh.
Shortly afterward, Annie returned to inform me the carriage had arrived. I put on my coat and stepped out of my bedroom.
* * *
Having secretly slipped out of the mansion, I boarded the carriage Annie had summoned and headed toward Duke Haven’s townhouse.
After riding for about twenty minutes, the carriage came to a gentle stop. I looked up briefly at Duke Haven’s residence—the grandest and most magnificent among the many splendid mansions lining the Royal Street of the capital.
At that moment, a servant leaning against the gatehouse noticed me and approached. He eyed me suspiciously and asked,
“Who are you? What do you want…?”
“I’ve come to see Duke Haven. Is he at home?”
“I’m asking who you are!”
I answered the servant blocking my path.
“Christine Saphiel Uston. Tell him the Marchioness of Uston wishes to see him—he’ll understand.”
“…What? Uston? Why would you…! Ah, never mind—I’ll see to it.”
The servant stammered in confusion, then dashed across the garden into the mansion.
Soon, he returned with an elderly gentleman dressed in black. The old man frowned slightly upon seeing me standing at the door, then quickly bowed.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Marchioness Uston. Had you sent word ahead, we might have prepared some fine tea for you.”
“That’s unnecessary. I didn’t come just for tea. The Duke is in his study, correct?”
“…”
“Please lead me to wherever he is.”
I smiled casually as I spoke.
The old man—likely the estate’s butler—frowned once again at my shameless demeanor, then sighed and stepped forward.
It was a clear signal for me to follow him inside. I instructed the coachman who’d driven me to wait, then followed the butler into the mansion.
After passing through a long corridor and ascending a tall staircase, the butler stopped before a massive door on the second floor. I knocked lightly and opened it.
“…”
Inside the study, a young man—Elliott Francis Haven—slowly lifted his head.
With his short hair swept neatly back to reveal a clean forehead, he was astonishingly handsome—so strikingly beautiful it was almost intimidating to look upon. His black hair and eyes, high nose, and well-shaped lips bore a striking resemblance to Princess Liz, once hailed as the greatest beauty in the Mercia Empire, and were identical to how I remembered him from our occasional encounters in my past life.
Clearly displeased by my sudden intrusion, he looked up at me with a slight frown, and I offered him a smile.
“The weather is truly lovely today, Duke Haven. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“…Is that all you came here to say?”
He set down the pen he’d been holding—likely interrupted mid-work—and spoke to me in a cold tone.
From the way he didn’t even rise from his seat upon seeing me enter, it was obvious he had no desire to exchange even a word with me. Pretending not to notice his attitude, I sat down on the sofa in front of his desk.
“My throat is a bit dry. Could I have a cup of tea?”
“Hah… tea?”
“Yes. Just one cup of tea, and I’ll quietly return home afterward.”
I replied with shameless cheerfulness to his incredulous question.
Duke Haven—Elliott—let out a dry laugh at that. Then, as if he had no other choice, he gave the butler a glance. The butler closed the study door and stepped out, and Elliott rose from his seat and walked toward me.
He looked down at me directly and asked,
“What exactly are you scheming?”
“Scheming?”
I feigned ignorance and asked him back. He watched me with disdain as he answered,
“There’s no way someone like you would come all the way to my study just for a cup of tea. Did you find some brilliant way to humiliate me and come to boast about it?”
“…Hmph.”
“Go on, then. What is it this time? Planning to assassinate me, perhaps?”
Every word he spoke dripped with hostility toward me.
I gave a bitter smile. His attitude was understandable—my uncle had repeatedly put his subordinates and allied nobles in danger by thrusting me into the forefront.
Even if that hadn’t been my intention, there was no way he’d believe a word I said.
After a long sigh, I said to him,
“No. I’ve only come to make you a proposal.”
“A proposal? To me?”
“Yes.”
“I’m truly curious what this grand proposal of yours could possibly be.”
He tilted his head slightly and beckoned me to continue.
I swallowed hard, looked up at him, and spoke clearly,
“Have an affair with me.”
“…Hah! What?”
“Of course, I don’t mean an actual affair. It’s enough if it merely appears to others that we’re having one.”
His eyes widened—not just with surprise, but with utter disbelief.
He let out a short, incredulous laugh and shook his head.
“You’re mad. Are you even sane?”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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