“How is your health?”
When Clodel didn’t respond, he pressed her.
“Are you preparing well for death?”
She replied with a disinterested, doll-like face.
“It’s going well.”
Seemingly dissatisfied with her answer, the Duke of Bermonte’s brow furrowed.
“Answer me properly.”
“It means I’m consistently getting worse.”
Clodel ignored the uncomfortable sensation in her throat.
“As you wish, Your Grace.”
Only then did he seem pleased with her answer, leaning back on the sofa contentedly.
“That’s right, of course. Even if heaven tore me limb from limb, it wouldn’t be satisfying enough for those Temnes scoundrels to witness Bermonte’s humiliation.”
The Duke’s eyes sparkled maniacally as he looked at Clodel.
“To think this is how you repay the kindness of being taken in after losing your parents and having nowhere to go. Don’t worry about what follows. Your death will be revered as a holy martyrdom under Bermonte’s glory once revenge on Temnes is complete.”
He ranted passionately, as if he were mad, not waiting for any response from Clodel.
“You seem thinner.”
“It’s hard for me to swallow anything these days.”
“Did you properly consummate the marriage?”
The Duke shamelessly brought up the sensitive topic.
“Yes.”
“Hmph. Lucky that he changes women every night. If his taste was more refined, he wouldn’t have spent a night with someone as plain and scrawny as you.”
Enduring the humiliation was Clodel’s lot.
She was no stranger to the cold treatment at Rowen Castle and Kaian’s insults.
From her birth, as the child of a commoner mother, to the mockery about her father who followed her mother in death, the harsh words were no different from what she had been hearing for ten years since becoming the Duke’s adopted niece, thanks to inheriting the flaming red hair and golden eyes of Bermonte.
Whether it was Temnes or Bermonte who plunged the dagger, the pain was the same.
Clodel was good at bearing pain.
Her pain had no one to sympathize or feel sorry for, as everyone who might have cared had already left this world.
“Thankfully, you married before your condition worsened. I managed to hit Temnes on the back of his head by sending you, that naive Duke.”
His hands nervously twitched with excitement, and he smirked.
“Once you die, I’ll blame Temnes for your death. Accusing him of leading a precious Bermonte to death. King Oberon will undoubtedly take my side. He already is.”
“And if the King doesn’t keep his promise to you?”
“You don’t know King Oberon.”
The Duke laughed off her comment through his nose.
“He’s a truly great monarch. Not a greenhorn like Temnes, who only swings his sword foolishly. It’s unbelievable they are the same age. King Oberon is so mature and experienced.”
He lifted his chin proudly.
“Be grateful to King Oberon for personally taking care of this plan until you die.”
The stories she had been tired of hearing about the marriage entered Clodel’s left ear and exited the right.
“Understood?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Her uncle and adoptive father, the Duke of Bermonte, luckily did not resemble her father.
Clodel cherished the red hair and golden eyes she inherited from her late father.
If the cruel Duke Bermonte had resembled her father in any way, apart from those signature colors, it would have been very sad for her.
Fortunately, apart from the colors representing the family, there was nothing reminiscent of her father in him.
Had he resembled her father, who had departed this world first, and spoken to her in such a manner, it would have been even more difficult for Clodel to endure.
“The Duke will be here soon.”
The Duke of Bermonte rose from the sofa and went to the mirror, humming a tune cheerfully.
“Just thinking about the man who paid a price for someone like you as a bride, without knowing he’s digging his own grave, makes me think the late Duke would be laughing in his tomb.”
Unable to share in his joy, Clodel remained silent.
Kaian strode through the corridor with his wide strides, irked at the thought of facing the sly, old fox, the Duke of Bermonte.
“Should I deal with that old man?”
His muttered words were clearly understood by his men behind him, who flinched slightly.
Imagining the Duke of Bermonte in the grave space Clodel had been observing earlier improved his sour mood.
Feeling somewhat lighter, he was abruptly stopped by a young woman who spread her arms to block his path.
“Lord Kaian!”
She was a beauty with long black hair and blue eyes, but her face still held the stubbornness and impetuousness of a young girl who had just celebrated her coming of age.
“Antoine. What’s this about?”
She was a distant relative of Kaian, belonging to a branch family. Her mother was from the Temnes family and bore the surname Berang, but Antoine Berang took pride in the fact that her blood was half Temnes.
Since a very young age, Antoine openly declared that she would marry Kaian when she grew up.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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