“I don’t know what kind of wishful thinking you are engaging in, but that’s not going to happen anymore. There will be no more bringing in money through Shanencia.”
“Isabella!”
Rather love me.
Rather adore me.
Even if you use me a little, hold me tight and say I’m pretty, pretty. If you had done just that, if you hadn’t pushed me away as a monster, this wouldn’t have happened.
Share some affection with the child who is utterly dispirited, the child who smiles like an angel at a single loving word.
“There’s no use in shouting.”
“That child is ours!”
“Ours?”
“Yes. Mine and your father’s. What are you to decide what to do and not do now?”
“……Excuse me.”
The words stuck in her throat, unable to come out. Anger welled up inside her.
“You’re saying ‘Excuse me’ to your parents? You’re really getting out of hand.”
Thank God she didn’t say ‘Auntie’ or ‘Uncle.’ To think these people are parents.
“Shasha is not an object. She’s not anyone’s possession, Shasha is Shasha herself. If Shanencia wants to go to the tower and the temple, fine, but otherwise, I’ll never allow it.”
The Count and Countess were busy whispering to each other, looking urgent like people trying to come up with a plan on the fly.
Then, whether they made a decision or felt that shouting would be useless, they soon calmed their anger.
“Bella.”
“Yes.”
“I really don’t understand why you’re acting like this.”
“What have I done?”
“Why are you so attached to Shasha? Don’t you know how we should treat Shasha? You were a smart child who always listened to us.”
I know very well.
Don’t love Shasha.
Don’t give her affection.
Always remind her that we are the only ones who take care of her, the only ones who love her, and that everyone else is just using her. Crush her selfesteem if she tries to rise.
These people, who did such cruel things to a child without hesitation, were her family. This was their way.
“I know. That’s why I won’t do it anymore.”
I spoke more firmly, realizing that words alone would not persuade them. Only then did the Countess smile.
“You’ll eventually come to this. In that case, we have our own way.”
“A way? You’re going to forcibly take the child away? I’ll be with her all day long. I won’t let you do anything ridiculous.”
But despite those words, the parents were relaxed. Something sent a chill down my back.
“Okay. Good. While you’re here.”
“While I’m… here?”
“Marry.”
My mouth, which had been talking well all along, clamped shut. Marry, all of a sudden.
“We will find a good match for you. Marry as soon as possible!”
This is it. The reason why the Count and Countess suddenly became so relaxed.
“Of course, you won’t be able to take Shasha with you to where you marry. You wouldn’t make such an absurd act of bringing a child or a sister who’s not related, would you?”
“I won’t marry.”
“Of course you will.”
“You know that marriage is up to the parents’ discretion, don’t you? Even if you become an adult.”
Once you became an adult, you were given the right to choose, and you could act on your own will, but marriage was a little different. Marriages conducted from family to family had to be led by the parents.
‘They are not fools.’
The only thing they can make me do as they wish is that marriage.
I didn’t expect it to come out like this.
“Marry!”
In the novel, Isabella does not marry. The Count and Countess always had Isabella by their side, who produced countless ingenious strategies using her clever daughter, especially in this area.
But since she’s not listening now, they seem to want to sell her.
“I have someone I like.”
“So? Your opinion doesn’t matter.”
Is it the same treatment as Shanencia? To make them move as they want.
“Really? That person’s opinion should matter. He will propose soon.”
“Oh, really? But you won’t be able to do as you wish. I will marry you off before that. Prepare for an absolute unlikely spouse, no matter how great the man is. Ah, right, Count Roberto is looking for a wife?”
Upon hearing the name Count Roberto, irritation surged along with a sinking feeling.
“That old man…!”
Count Roberto. A man who was looking for a wife even at the age of 80.
How he’d take any young woman. And how quickly he got tired of them, driving them out as if they were one carriage full of women.
“He’s said to give quite a bit of dowry.”
“Just perfect. Being a Countess for a Count’s daughter like you is very much an overachievement.”
The Count and Countess were busy complimenting each other like a vicious duo.
“Have you gone mad?”
“Yes. Since you’re mad, we are too. So you should have listened to us well. You would have lived doing whatever you wanted if you had just listened well, but you care about useless things. Tsk.”
The Countess looked relentless, but the Count, who joined in berating me, looked a bit different.
“Bella. Apologize to your mother now. Say you’ll listen well as you used to. That you won’t care about that thing anymore, just like before. It’s a monster anyway. It will grow on its own, and we only have to look at it. What’s the point of siding with it, even if it strains relations with family?”
“Ah, so Father wants me to abandon Shasha again and choose Mother and Father, no matter what happens to Shasha?”
“That’s right. Otherwise, your mother will surely marry you to the Count. So hurry and admit you were wrong!”
The Countess looked at me with a subtly expectant expression. From the beginning, the Count seemed to have come here as a pursuer.
How much he was trying to persuade me. But I was not the one to be persuaded by that. If I had been, I wouldn’t have started from the beginning.
I would have enjoyed the beautiful life thanks to Shanencia, sucking on the gilded silver spoon all along. But at least I’m more human than those people. I have feelings.
I smiled brightly at the expectant eyes of the Count and Countess.
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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