If You Want To Possess Me (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
At that shameless question, Kisa glared at Melissa.
“Don’t you really know why I’m angry?”
“Is it because I mentioned you to the Princess?”
“You know exactly.”
“I already told you—I had no choice. The Princess wanted to know.”
“Don’t hide behind the Princess. You stirred her curiosity first, so of course she asked.”
“I only meant that the Princess was wondering how you’ve been—”
“I said, stop making excuses!”
At the sharp outburst, Melissa finally fell silent and changed her expression. She had looked aggrieved just moments before, but now her brows furrowed in clear irritation.
“Aren’t you being unreasonable? Is it really such a big deal to confide your worries to a friend?”
“What? Confide?”
“Yes. Since you’ve been struggling with the Daniel issue, I wanted to help in my own way. Just then, the Princess happened to ask if we were getting along well. She mentioned she was worried you hadn’t been sending letters as often as before.”
“I was simply preoccupied with the Daniel matter and skipped writing for a while.”
“Exactly! So I told her about it—hoping she might offer you some comforting words.”
“For my sake?”
In front of her friend, who let out a hollow laugh, Melissa calmly nodded.
“Yes. It was for you.”
Watching her, Kisa felt utter emptiness take over her whole body. The past days, during which she’d considered this person her closest friend for over ten years, now seemed pitiful.
“You always say you did it for me. But your words weigh heavily on me alone.”
She wasn’t completely unaware that Melissa had this side to her. Ever since childhood, Melissa had often used Kisa’s stories as bait to spark others’ interest and steer conversations.
It would be dishonest to say it never bothered her—but even so, Kisa had never actively stopped Melissa.
“My lovely friend, Kisa Bansfeldt.”
Every time she made Kisa the subject of gossip, Melissa had said those words. Kisa had merely thought it was her friend’s way of showing affection, albeit a bit burdensome.
Melissa, who had kindly approached the extremely shy little Kisa back then, was now someone who wouldn’t hesitate to exploit even her friend’s appearance or personal troubles to win the Princess’s favor.
“Aren’t you being unfair?”
Watching Kisa tightly biting her lip, Melissa spoke defensively.
“Everyone cares so much about you. Even the Princess is on your side now. You don’t need to fear Daniel acting like a rogue anymore.”
Kisa could only sigh in disbelief.
“So you just laid bare my private matters without permission?”
“That’s a harsh way to put it. I told you—it was just sharing concerns.”
“Keep your consultations to your own concerns. Don’t go spreading other people’s troubles as gossip.”
“When did I ever spread rumors?”
“Once others know, it’s only a matter of time before it spirals. ‘Daniel Lowens is straying despite having an fiancée. Kisa Bansfeldt is fretting, unable to hold onto a man’s heart.’”
Melissa glared, as if telling her not to talk nonsense.
“You’re implying other young ladies are loose-lipped? Why can’t you trust your own friend?”
“You call yourself a friend?”
Kisa muttered bitterly—“a companion to amuse the Princess” suited her better. At those words, Melissa gasped in shock.
“Kisa! How can you say something like that!”
Kisa stared blankly at the fuming Melissa.
The Melissa she knew was never naive enough to believe secrets revealed before many would stay secret. She simply wanted to avoid blame.
“Why do you do this? Why say such cruel things? I truly only wanted to lift your spirits…”
Melissa’s trembling voice sapped Kisa’s will to argue further. It was like talking to a wall.
She had hidden Daniel’s indiscretions for Kisa’s sake—and then, again for Kisa’s sake, confessed everything to the Princess. Whether it was endless self-justification or genuine belief, Melissa truly seemed convinced of her good intentions.
“Enough. This conversation feels pointless.”
“If there’s a misunderstanding, let’s resolve it through talk.”
“No, it’ll just leave my mouth sore.”
“…Do as you please!”
Melissa clamped her lips shut in protest, and Kisa no longer felt the need to speak to her. The carriage rolled on through the uncomfortable silence and finally arrived at the Dos family mansion.
“Kisa.”
Before stepping out, Melissa turned to her and said,
“I believe someday you’ll understand my heart. Your sharpness now is just because Daniel has left you with no peace of mind.”
Kisa offered no reply. Melissa shot her friend a frustrated look and stepped out of the carriage, heading into the mansion.
As the carriage headed toward Bansfeldt’s townhouse, Kisa gazed out the window and suddenly thought: Perhaps Melissa was precisely the exemplary daughter Count Bansfeldt wished for.
She never meddled in other houses’ marriage arrangements under the guise of helping a friend, and always did her utmost to bring joy to the Princess.
Maybe he had even hoped his daughter would emulate Melissa—thus introducing his daughter to his friend’s child and instructing them to become close companions.
Indeed, on reflection, Kisa realized her will had hardly played any role in becoming friends with Melissa.
Nor had her meeting and engagement with Daniel—they, too, had all unfolded according to the Count’s wishes. Could emotions truly be different? Could she honestly claim she’d chosen Daniel of her own free will?
He was merely a boy her age who had frequently visited the estate during the loneliest, most desolate period of her life, having been invited by the Count.
Moreover, back then Daniel had been quite obedient to his father and thus made an effort to treat Kisa well. In hindsight, it was natural she’d developed a tender first love.
That thought made her breath catch in her throat. Her entire life had been shaped by the Count from start to finish. Look—even now, he was dismissing her desire to break off the engagement.
Unless she escaped the Count’s grip, she would inevitably marry Daniel soon. Yet, unluckily, she had no proper means to do so.
Kisa stared blankly at her own pale hands. Everything in them—possessions, even relationships—had been placed there by the Count. Nothing was truly hers…
“No.”
There was one person—one recent connection formed entirely outside the Count’s intentions.
“Wait, stop the carriage for a moment!”
Kisa impulsively flung open the window and called out toward the driver’s seat. Once the carriage halted by the roadside, Marsha, who had been up front, hurried over, opened the door, and peered in.
“What’s wrong, Miss?”
“I just remembered I need to go to the Royal Library. Please turn the carriage around.”
“What? Right now?”
“Yes.”
“But if you come home late again like last time—”
“Don’t worry. I’ll leave before it gets too late.”
Marsha, who normally would have objected more firmly, hesitated—she’d overheard Kisa and Melissa’s argument and was wary of catching any stray sparks. She apparently decided it was better to accommodate Kisa’s mood.
“Alright, I understand. But you must return before Master arrives home.”
And so, the carriage changed direction and headed toward the Royal Library district.
The second-floor reading room reserved for nobles was empty of that man. She hadn’t held high hopes to begin with, but stepping into the same deserted room as before still left her feeling disappointed.
“Well, just because someone’s a university student doesn’t mean they’re always at the library.”
Kisa murmured softly and placed a single book on the desk—On Ownership, the work by philosopher Bart that Seyard had recommended.
Since their last meeting, she’d wanted to read it so badly that she’d even checked Count Bansfeldt’s private library—but while several other works by Bart were there, On Ownership was nowhere to be found.
Sending someone to fetch the book wasn’t a good option either. Having shown no interest in such topics her whole life, Kisa knew any errand like this would surely reach the Count’s ears, and he would certainly disapprove of his daughter’s sudden change.
“Well, I did come here specifically to read this book.”
The man who’d offered her truly meaningful words—she did want to see him again, but her original purpose in coming was simply to retrace the memory of that day.
Just that was enough to loosen her tight chest slightly. Among all the events of the past few days, the memory from this reading room was the dearest.
Sitting in the same seat as last time, Kisa opened the first page of the much thinner volume. Ah—the vocabulary and phrasing were indeed simpler than typical Bartian philosophy, proving Seyard’s recommendation right.
Since I’m already here, I’ll finish it. With determined resolve, she eagerly began scanning the lines—but an unexpected obstacle appeared.
She’d barely read two pages when her eyelids kept drooping. Now she remembered—she hadn’t slept at all last night, weighed down by the dread of having to meet Melissa despite not wanting to.
Oh no—I can’t waste this rare chance like this. Yet even as she thought that, Kisa began dozing off.
The library’s comfortably warm temperature and serene atmosphere only made resisting sleep harder.
She propped her forehead on her hand, elbow resting on the desk. Despite her efforts, her vision blurred and her consciousness drifted away.
Just as her arm gave way and her head began to drop forward—oops!—a hand gently supported her forehead, preventing it from hitting the desk.
“You must be very tired.”
The man seated across from her spoke with a gentle smile. It was Seyard.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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