Joseph’s treacherous smile, visible through it all.
The painful 10 years in Lomfield, worse than death, flashed by like a spinning light.
Had Ines’s days really disappeared because they hadn’t happened yet?
Was it wrong to hate him for something he hadn’t done yet? No, it wasn’t.
He had to know, too.
The misery of having to lick up the food that someone had spilled in front of him. The terror of trembling helplessly before absolute power. The humiliation of having to crawl on the floor to avoid being beaten. The agony of having to swallow the food he had vomited out due to unbearable labor. Her cursed body, which had to be abused countless times as prey.
And the end of the soul, which eventually felt nothing at all.
Taking a deep breath, she casually unfolded the letter on the table.
My dear Ines,
Her forehead crinkled at the neat handwriting that began the greeting. Rubbing her finger hard over her own name he had written, the writing was smashed beyond recognition.
“Susan.”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t it too cheeky?”
Susan’s body involuntarily trembled at her mistress’s unfamiliar cold voice.
“What, what is it?”
“How dare a common knight call my name so freely?”
It was a name Ines had allowed herself. She still remembered the night she was thrilled when her name was called by him, a night when she had stayed awake with a pounding heart.
“How dare he….”
How could he send me to that terrible hell, lead my parents to death, and steal the sacred title handed down from generation to generation? A mere common knight.
Revenge.
The word that came to Ines’s mind and resonated like a shot.
Only then did Ines realize that she didn’t feel nothing when she looked at him. She had been feeling one emotion all along.
It was a thirst.
A certainty that she must kill and destroy him to live.
Laughing darkly as she realized that feeling, which had been too intense to even notice, Ines knew she couldn’t stop everything as it was.
To seek revenge, she first had to keep him by her side. Some might say that she was fearlessly trying to walk the muddy path again. No sane person would make such a choice.
“Tell him I said yes.”
But to his proposal, Ines sent an affirmative answer.
“Hurry.”
Ines, urging Susan, felt as if she heard someone desperately shouting. If you accept his proposal today, you will repeat the same hell again.
“Miss….”
Susan called softly, but Ines’s cold expression made her bow her head and leave the room.
No matter how much she had returned to the past, put on clean clothes, and regained a body without wounds, her mind was still in hell, in that Lomfield.
Ines, who had been lost in thought for a moment, lowered her head. Then she recalled the events in the courtroom.
When she stood in court as a criminal, all the circumstances and witnesses appeared on time like a wellarranged stage in a play.
The men who were said to have been her lovers were clearly strangers, but one of them even knew the location of a spot in a secret part of her body.
Moreover, the janitor she had encountered in the library flatly testified that he had not seen Ines that day.
So it was impossible for a mere commoner knight to fabricate all this. If Joseph gained rank through this, then someone higher up surely gained something greater.
If she did not marry Joseph, they would harm her and the Swelden family in other ways.
Now she had to know everything. Who dreamed of doing this, for what reason, and what they wanted to gain.
Once she knew, she would return the favor.
Ines looked at the pouring rain with cold, emotionless eyes. She could never achieve perfect peace, trembling with fear that those days might repeat themselves, turning away from all situations.
Her trembling hands, anxious in heart, gradually regained stability with the thought of safety and the person who arose with it.
Prince Carson von Raymond. The only person in the world who had become her refuge. The one who had saved her from death and extended his hand for the first time from a life like death, the only salvation.
Just thinking of Carson’s golden eyes made her feel safe enough.
Thus Ines’s blind trust in him began to grow gradually.
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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