How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 8
The Duke lightly grasped my hand, then released it and gave me a brief nod. Without the slightest hesitation, he promptly strode out of the banquet hall.
I stood there with a dazed expression, my eyes following the Duke’s receding back.
“Ha! What the hell was that all about, that guy?”
Leonard let out a hollow laugh, his voice tinged with irritation.
He cast a displeased glance between the Duke and me, then demanded sharply,
“What did the Duke mean just now? Christine, don’t tell me you were alone with him on the balcony?”
“Yes, I was. There was something I needed to verify.”
I nodded in reply. Someone in this banquet hall must have seen me meeting the Duke on the balcony anyway, so there was no point in hiding it.
Yet upon hearing my answer, Leonard’s expression grew even darker. He tightly seized my right hand—the one the Duke had just kissed—and said,
“From now on, no matter how urgent your inquiry, don’t meet the Duke in person.”
“Why not?”
“What do you mean, ‘why’? Didn’t you see the way he looked at you just now? He couldn’t take his eyes off you—it was so intense anyone might mistake him for being hopelessly in love.”
“…That’s impossible. The Duke, infatuated with me? You must be mistaken, Leonard.”
I spoke gently, trying to calm him.
It was far too dangerous to give even the slightest hint that something existed between the Duke and me. For now, it was enough that people merely suspected some subtle feelings had begun developing between us.
Leonard sighed irritably and said to me,
“Still, Christine, you mustn’t let your guard down. You may not realize this, but men are all vulnerable to temptation. No matter how much they’ve treated someone as an enemy before, if a beautiful woman like you tempts them, they’ll foolishly surrender their hearts.”
“…I see. I understand, Leonard. I’ll be careful.”
I quietly nodded in response. Leonard affectionately pulled me close by the shoulders.
“Let’s head back now, Christine. I’ll escort you to your mansion in my carriage.”
Leonard led me out of the banquet hall.
I walked silently and obediently beside him. Seeing this, his previously tense expression relaxed as if reassured. I watched him coldly, my gaze icy.
‘Disgusting.’
You’re exactly the kind of man who’d foolishly give his heart the moment a beautiful lady tempted him. It was because I trusted someone like you that I gave everything—and ended up dead.
Suppressing my urge to wrench my hand from his grasp, I kept walking. Upon returning to the Uston mansion, I headed straight for the annex where my bedroom was located.
Leonard seemed to silently hope I’d at least offer him a cup of tea, but I sent him away, excusing myself by claiming exhaustion.
After a quick bath, I locked myself in my bedroom, claiming I needed to sleep.
I bolted the door, drew all the curtains shut, and lit a small silver candelabra. Then I pulled out a parchment document I’d hidden beneath my bed.
It was my late father, the Late Marquis Uston’s, will and a list of his assets.
Relying on the dim candlelight, I carefully scanned every line of the document.
“…All I can inherit right now is a 300-acre estate, Hela Forest, and the magical stone mine in the east—but even those I can only receive once I’m married.”
I muttered to myself, biting the soft flesh at the tip of my fingernail.
The Uston family’s inheritance laws, hardened by long-standing tradition, were stacked entirely against me as a woman. Setting the papers aside, I let out a long sigh.
“I need my rightful share of the estate for my revenge. How can I raise the money?”
Lost in deep thought, I paced restlessly around my bed.
Many ideas crossed my mind, but every single one was unusable under my current circumstances, leaving me frustrated.
After prolonged deliberation, a brilliant idea suddenly struck me.
I let out an involuntary exclamation.
“Oh, right! That’s it—that’s the way.”
Once the idea clicked, the means to carry it out instantly came to mind as well.
I took out stationery from my dressing table drawer and began writing a letter with a quill. The recipient was none other than Duke Haven. As soon as I finished the letter, I immediately knocked on the small side door built into my bedroom wall.
“Annie, are you already asleep?”
“…Miss?”
The door opened, and Annie peeked out, dressed in her nightgown. I handed the letter to her, who looked bewildered, and said,
“I need a favor, Annie. The moment dawn breaks tomorrow, deliver this letter to Duke Haven’s butler.”
“…To Duke Haven’s household?”
“I’ll explain the details later. And remember—no one except you must know I’ve sent a letter to Duke Haven. Understood?”
“…Yes, I understand, Miss.”
Annie looked startled by my words but quickly nodded without further question.
* * *
The next morning, while eating lunch alone after waking up late, I received a letter.
It was a reply from Duke Haven. I immediately set aside my meal and unfolded the letter.
[Be at my mansion at 4 p.m. today. I’ll send a carriage to Marquis Uston’s residence, Royal Street No. 12.]I folded the single-line note neatly and tucked it into my pocket, then called out to Annie.
“Annie, could you help me get ready to go out?”
With Annie’s swift assistance, I changed into an outfit suitable for going out and promptly headed toward the mansion’s northern garden.
There, a back gate stood—a passage long since sealed off, now known only to me, Annie, and a few trusted servants. Slipping out through this door and arriving at the appointed location, I found a carriage waiting exactly as described in the letter.
Just as I reached for the carriage door, it suddenly swung open, and Duke Haven stepped down, wearing a large hat. Startled, I blurted out,
“Didn’t you say you’d wait at your mansion?”
“I told you to come to my mansion and that I’d send a carriage—but I never said I’d wait inside the mansion.”
“…”
“Get in. We’ll discuss the details once we’re inside.”
The Duke extended his hand to assist me. Still dazed, I took it and climbed aboard.
The door closed immediately, and the carriage began to move. I turned to the Duke, who had removed his hat and set it beside him, and said,
“I was quite surprised. I never expected you’d be waiting in the carriage yourself.”
The Duke smirked haughtily.
“How could I stay put in my mansion after receiving a letter like that? What you wrote was rather astonishing, after all.”
“Did I really write something so shocking?”
“…You abruptly claimed you knew how Marquis Clayne amassed his fortune so quickly, then out of nowhere asked me to help you raid Marquis Clayne’s merchant ship. Did you truly think I wouldn’t be startled by that?”
At those words, I merely offered a quiet, knowing smile.
Seeing this, the Duke let out a short sigh, crossed his arms arrogantly, and said,
“Your audacity is impressive, Marchioness Uston—asking me, the Duke who safeguards Haven on the Empire’s northern border, to assist in stealing. Let me ask you plainly: why should I help you with this?”
When I didn’t answer right away, he pressed further,
“What exactly do you stand to gain from this, and what’s in it for me?”
At his question, I took a moment to organize my thoughts.
Once ready, I turned to him with a faintly mocking smile.
“You’re quite impatient, Your Grace. Were you that eager to learn my plan? Or is it that you can’t even spare me a cup of tea?”
He gave a derisive snort.
“You know perfectly well it’s not because I begrudge a mere cup of tea. I simply anticipated this conversation to be something that mustn’t reach others’ ears. That’s precisely why I decided to settle this matter right here in this cramped carriage.”
“…So you mean our conversation might leak to spies hidden within your mansion?”
“Something like that, yes. Your uncle, after all, quite enjoyed the benefits of the spy he planted in my household.”
“…”
“Just thinking about that still grates on my nerves. What’s your opinion on the matter, Marchioness?”
The Duke gave a sardonic half-smile. I sighed heavily and replied,
“Fine. I’ll tell you everything right here.”
“Good. Go on.”
“First, I’ll explain how Marquis Clayne accumulated his fortune so rapidly. In short, he made a fortune through maritime trade.”
“…I’m already aware of that much. I know vast quantities of grain are produced from the farms on Roch Island in the Cryce Sea, which Marquis Clayne developed. He sells that grain for profit.”
At his words, I shook my head with a meaningful smile.
“That’s what everyone believes—but it’s not the truth. In reality, what Marquis Clayne imports from Roch Island isn’t grain—it’s diamonds.”
“…What?”
“You know Roch Island is larger than most estates, Your Grace. Indeed, it is. Half of the island is incredibly fertile—any crop planted there thrives. But that’s only half. The other half is barren wasteland where not even a single blade of grass grows.”
“…And that barren half holds a diamond mine. Ha, incredible. For a marquis, that island truly was a goose laying golden eggs.”
“Yes. Marquis Clayne amassed immense wealth from the diamonds extracted from that mine.”
The Duke nodded in agreement at my explanation.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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