In the Midst of Revenge on Cinderella (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Cinderella with golden hair that shone as if absorbing every light in the world—no, Floria—looked as though an angel had descended. Standing beneath the radiant sunlight, she appeared so beautiful and sacred.
Instead of her previously dry hair and rough skin, she now gleamed with a lustrous glow, blooming fully like her namesake, exuding such grace that it was hard to believe she was once called the ash-covered girl.
‘She really looks as pretty as a doll.’
Indeed, as the heroine, she must have received an exceptional beauty buff. Anyone would be utterly captivated by that beauty—so lovely that one would willingly grant her every wish. This was the very praise written about Floria in the original story.
If only I had transmigrated as a mere maid, even Maid No. 1, I could have admired her with pure awe.
Just as I inwardly clicked my tongue, wondering why I had to possess the stepsister who tormented her, Floria gracefully ran toward me.
“Sister!”
‘Huh?’
I blinked my wide eyes as Floria pulled me into an embrace. This was an unexpected turn—unsure how to react, I rolled my eyes and saw a familiar face over Floria’s shoulder.
A man glared at me with a displeased frown. It was Prince Eric de Hillik, who, at the moment of my possession, had been slipping the glass slipper onto Floria’s foot.
‘Ah.’
Not just the prince, but courtiers surrounding us as well. Only then did I understand Floria’s warm welcome.
She must have wanted to demonstrate her forgiveness and embrace toward the stepsister who had tormented her. Her intention clearly worked—the servants’ eyes gazing at Floria were filled with adoration.
Wishing they’d all leave without her ever dropping the mask, I gently patted her back.
Floria’s shoulders stiffened slightly. Wondering if I’d done something wrong, I stopped my hand—and at the edge of my vision appeared someone who looked as if ripped straight from the original story’s description.
‘Shanna Sharasti.’
With mysterious blue hair and golden eyes, she was the fairy who aided Floria in the original story and her most crucial ally.
Beside her, two white pigeons sat quietly in a cage, wide-eyed. One locked eyes with me against my will, and I quickly looked away.
“I missed you, Sister. Was your journey here difficult?”
Floria pulled away and examined me carefully. Her face, brimming with joy, showed no trace of resentment or discomfort toward me.
‘Impressive.’
Watching her astonishing acting skills in person, I silently marveled—when Floria clasped my hands. Unlike my own, roughened from days in a carriage, hers were pale, soft, and even carried a sweet floral fragrance.
“You look unwell. Are you ill?”
“No, I’m fine…”
“Could it be… you’re angry because I insisted you come against your wishes?”
No, saying it like that makes me look unreasonable. Predictably, the surrounding gazes turned even sharper.
“I’m sorry, Sister. The palace felt so unfamiliar and lonely—I thought it’d be nice to have family nearby. But I guess I only considered my own feelings.”
Floria dropped tears while watching my reaction. Her sorrowful expression nearly fooled even me. Everyone looked at her with pity, then turned their eyes toward me.
Receiving their accusatory stares—as if demanding, ‘Why aren’t you comforting her already?’—I let out a silent, bitter laugh inside.
“Please forgive me.”
Floria, gripping my hand tightly as I tried to protest, lowered her eyebrows.
‘Excuse me. There’s a scary child here.’
—I wanted to shout, but her grip hurt too much. How could someone so delicate-looking have such strength?
I was amazed by Floria’s multitasking: with a gentle, tearful face, she squeezed my hand as if wringing laundry. Sensing she might throttle my neck next if I spoke, I stayed silent.
“Couldn’t you stay just a few days? I’m begging you, Sister. Please?”
Instead of me kneeling before Floria to beg forgiveness, she stood upright while I received her pleas—naturally, the onlookers’ glares toward me grew even harsher. Prince Eric, unable to bear it, stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around Floria’s shoulders.
“Don’t cry, my lady. It pains my heart to see you this way.”
As Floria collapsed into his arms, Prince Eric glared at me.
“How outrageous. I’ve heard plenty about the atrocities of House Violet—I wanted to banish you from the kingdom entirely, but held back only out of respect for my lady’s plea. Yet your arrogance persists! Kneel at once and beg forgiveness!”
The moment the prince finished speaking, I bent my knees—already prepared to kneel since earlier. Well, since boarding the carriage, really. I’d just been startled by Floria’s unexpected welcome and hadn’t acted yet.
“I sincerely apologize, Your Highness. My lady.”
If Cinderella truly intended to kill me, she wouldn’t have bothered addressing me by title—but if I made a misstep, the prince might behead me right here.
Given his hot-headed nature, that was entirely possible. Pressing my forehead to the floor, I heard Cinderella pleading with the prince.
“Please stop, Your Highness.”
“But isn’t this the very person who tormented you your whole life?”
“I’ve told you countless times—Sister never meant to!”
“You’re far too kind-hearted—that’s your problem.”
Your real problem is having no eye for people. I shook my head inwardly at Prince Eric, oblivious to the hidden barb in Floria’s words.
“People don’t change easily. I still disapprove of keeping such a person near you.”
“Enough. You promised you wouldn’t act like this.”
“But seeing that face just makes me furious…”
“Your Highness.”
At Floria’s meaningful glance, the second prince sighed reluctantly.
“Your Highness, I’d like to speak privately with my sister. Would you mind stepping away?”
“That’s out of the question. What if she harms you? It’s dangerous.”
“Shanna will be with me, so please don’t worry.”
Despite having thoroughly searched me before entering the palace, Prince Eric still watched me like an assassin, refusing to lower his guard. But unable to resist Floria’s repeated requests, he finally relented.
“Reneola Violet.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Floria is no longer your younger sister—she is my bride, bearing the name Hillik, and the kingdom’s princess consort. Remember that well.”
“Yes.”
“You must serve her with utmost sincerity from now on. Never forget that I am always watching.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
After delivering his threats at length, Prince Eric soon left the room, taking all the courtiers with him. Left alone with Floria, Shanna, and the two pigeons, I swallowed hard, my throat dry with tension.
‘So it begins.’
Just as I steeled myself, Floria personally helped me up.
“Please rise, Sister.”
I’d expected her to drop the act once everyone left—but her unchanged demeanor confused me. What’s going on? My hand still tingled from her grip, yet why was she acting like this?
“Oh dear, your dress is dirty.”
“I’ll handle it, Your Highness.”
Despite Shanna’s attempt to stop her, Floria brushed the dust from my dress.
“You must be hurt. Please understand—His Highness seems to misunderstand our family. I’ve kept explaining, but it’s no use.”
Of course, House Violet had done nothing right. But the mastermind who manipulated the second prince to destroy House Violet now feigned innocence so convincingly that, for a moment, I understood the countess’s feelings.
“Still, you didn’t need to kneel like that. Don’t do it again. Understood?”
Let’s sit and talk. Floria kindly took my hand and led me to the table, instructing Shanna.
“Prepare some tea to ease her fatigue. She must be exhausted from the long carriage ride.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Shanna bowed politely and began pouring tea she’d prepared in advance.
“How is the family doing? I’ve been worried—I left so suddenly I couldn’t even properly say goodbye.”
She asked about the family’s well-being, though she’d surely already received reports.
‘She’s pretending not to know the rumors that the second prince is taking revenge on House Violet in her stead.’
She wore a genuinely concerned expression, but if she truly cared about her family’s safety, she’d have sent at least one letter. I saw through Floria’s intent.
‘She wants something from me.’
She must have decided it’s better to manipulate me gently than reveal her true colors—knowing the real Reneola would defiantly resist if pushed too hard. Her judgment was spot-on. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
‘Good. At least she won’t openly torment me.’
“I haven’t fully adjusted to this unfamiliar place yet, but I’m deeply grateful for Your Highness’s kindness.”
That should satisfy her—it subtly hinted that my family was suffering and their lives hung in her hands.
Seeing the faint upward curve of her lips hidden behind her teacup confirmed I was right. Just as I pretended not to notice and lifted my cup—
“But…”
Floria set down her teacup and continued, gazing at me intently.
“You seem… a bit different lately.”
“Huh…?”
I nearly choked. Swallowing hard to suppress a cough, I widened my eyes.
‘Sharp-eyed little thing!’
I could feel Shanna, standing behind Floria, quietly scrutinizing me.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Shes smart. I love her for this.yeah dont care about the ruin reputation
Girlboss. YEAH LETS GO PLAYING VILLAINESS UNTIL THE END!
Shes really got caught by the demon king. Good luck for the grim future