In the Midst of Revenge on Cinderella (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
It’s not just ruined—it’s utterly, thoroughly ruined.
Only when evening fell did I finally return to my assigned room and repeatedly thumped my head against the desk. Who would’ve thought my heart would end up held as collateral? Though wrapped in the word “contract,” it was nothing more than a leash meant to control me however they pleased.
“Don’t worry, older sister. I’ll persuade Shanna and get it back for you soon.”
Floria made that promise, but I’d bet everything I owned she’d shatter the gemstone the moment it outlived its usefulness.
Instead of untangling my tangled thoughts, I ruffled my hair wildly.
‘I had planned to grovel before Floria, win her favor, then escape while she let her guard down.’
That had been my best plan after racking my brain the entire carriage ride to the capital—but now it was useless.
“No. Anyway, what’s done is done, and there’s no taking it back. Let’s think positively. I just need to add one more step.”
Before escaping, steal the red gemstone!
But that was easier said than done. For starters, Floria wasn’t the type to trust others easily. In the original story, Shanna was the only person she ever truly let close until the very end. So naturally, she wouldn’t trust me—the one she’d never gotten along with.
‘But I know the original plot.’
Though some minor details had shifted slightly since my transmigration, the core storyline remained unchanged—especially regarding Floria’s revenge against House Violet and her position within the castle.
Therefore, I’d leverage my knowledge of the original plot to help Floria secure her standing in the castle. If she followed my guidance, things would go smoothly—how could she not grow fond of me or at least rely on me?
Even if the original plot got derailed because of this, so what? When your life’s on the line, who has the luxury to worry about such things?
‘What should I do first to gain her favor as quickly as possible?’
I took out paper and pen and began jotting down everything I could recall about future events from the original story. My pen flowed smoothly until it abruptly halted at one particular point.
‘The First Prince’s marriage.’
In the original story, the First Prince stood in direct opposition to Floria—he was the rival of her husband, the Second Prince, competing fiercely for the throne. As a Sword Master, he was immune to Shanna’s magic and tormented Floria relentlessly until the end; in short, he was the ultimate villain.
‘If anyone could break the magic binding me, it might be him.’
Should I go find him? After briefly considering it, I shook my head.
A bloodthirsty beast driven mad by slaughter. A god of death trailing the stench of blood wherever he went. A deranged killer who felt most alive through war. The First Prince, Kahilrn de Hillik, bore every terrifying epithet imaginable. He was ranked the single most dangerous person in the castle—rumored to draw his sword the instant someone met his eyes. May I never cross paths with that fearsome face said to silence even crying children.
‘Yet… nothing could win Floria’s favor quite like this.’
The First Prince’s marriage represented Floria’s greatest crisis—because his fiancée was a neighboring kingdom’s princess. With Floria’s position still unstable and her background comparatively humble, power would inevitably tilt toward the princess from a nation closely allied with the kingdom.
‘Besides, that princess wasn’t exactly ordinary in temperament.’
Recalling how the princess was portrayed in the original story, I shook my head again. Floria would undoubtedly suffer greatly due to clashes with that fiery-tempered troublemaker.
If I helped her through this part, I’d surely earn her trust—but that inevitably meant confronting the First Prince. Just imagining it for a split second made a cold blade flash before my eyes. Too frightening—I’d better put this idea on hold. Unless absolutely necessary, I shouldn’t cross paths with him.
‘And I can’t rely solely on this. I should also look for ways to break the curse. There must be relevant books in the library.’
Setting down my pen, I clenched my fist. They say even if a tiger bites you, you’ll survive as long as you keep your wits about you. I’ve already died once, been reborn through transmigration—there’s no way I’ll let myself perish so meaninglessly. Just wait and see.
“I will survive—no matter what!”
Just as I made this resolute vow—
“Shut up already!”
Turning toward the irritable voice, I locked eyes with the maid glaring at me from the bed.
“Do you even know what time it is? If you’re going to keep making noise like that, get out of the room! I have to wake up early tomorrow, and thanks to you, I’m wide awake now!”
The brown-haired maid scolding me under the guise of propriety was Ginger. From the moment we first met, she hadn’t even tried hiding her twisted expression—now we were forced to share a room.
Among commoners, Floria was seen as a saint who forgave her tormenting family, while House Violet was viewed as the epitome of evil—so Ginger’s hostility toward me was perhaps only natural.
“You’re just another maid, so there’s no need to speak so formally, is there?”
She opened aggressively, and from the moment I set down my luggage, she’d nitpicked everything I did. Judging by her shrill, irritated tone—even though she’d just woken up—it was clear she hadn’t been sleeping at all.
“Sorry. I’ll be more careful.”
Since I really had been noisy, I apologized without protest. Ginger scoffed, pulled the blanket over her head, and turned her back to me.
‘I should’ve just said being a maid was fine. Looks like things are going to be pretty rough from now on.’
Contrary to what the attendant initially told me when House Violet summoned me, I’d ended up as a maid—not a lady’s maid—due to Prince Eric’s insistence that someone untrustworthy like me shouldn’t be placed near Floria.
Floria had looked apologetic when relaying this, but she probably never intended to make me a lady’s maid in the first place.
After all, she could easily sway Prince Eric. Unlike a lady’s maid whose main duty was assisting her mistress, a regular maid had to handle all sorts of menial chores. It seemed she intended to repay me in full for the kitchen drudge treatment she’d once endured herself.
Personally, I preferred it this way. Staying constantly by Floria’s side would’ve been exhausting in every possible way.
‘Still, I should’ve asked to have my own room.’
With maids other than Ginger likely hostile too, I’d hoped to at least have peace within my own room.
‘Never mind. Let’s just figure out what to do first.’
I stared down at the densely filled page, marking the parts where I could make a meaningful impact.
[This is the timeline separator]As soon as I entered the room, the ladies’ maids helping Floria with her attire all turned their gazes toward me simultaneously. Ignoring their sidelong glances and hushed whispers, I bowed respectfully to Floria.
“I pay my respects to Your Highness.”
I’d come to offer my greetings before officially beginning my duties as a maid in the palace.
Floria, brushing her golden hair that shimmered as if spun from strands of pure gold, smiled brightly.
“Welcome, older sister. I told you to rest properly for a few days—why are you rushing into work already?”
“Yes, Your Highness. Thank you for your kindness.”
Floria rose from her seat with an amused smile, as if resigned to my eagerness.
“Let me introduce you. This is my older sister. She’s agreed to assist me from now on.”
“I am Reneola Violet.”
As I lifted my skirt and bowed, the young noblewomen exchanged uneasy glances toward Floria before replying reluctantly.
“I am Eileen of House Huron.”
“My name is Lena of House Honolton.”
“…I am Aisha of House Randle.”
Though they clearly wanted to speak down to me—a fallen noble barely clinging to status and dressed in maid’s garb—they couldn’t lower their speech because Floria herself addressed me politely.
Among the three maids with sour expressions, I focused on Aisha Randle, who’d greeted me last. Once Reneola’s closest friend, her house had been the first to slam its doors shut against House Violet when Floria became crown princess.
How distastefully ironic—to place someone who’d tormented Reneola alongside her as a maid. Knowing Floria’s nature, forgiveness was out of the question; she probably intended to slowly ruin her. Confirming my suspicion, Aisha avoided my gaze and glanced nervously toward Floria.
“Due to circumstances, she’ll temporarily serve as a maid, but she’ll soon become a lady’s maid. It would be best if you all got along well.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Floria, looking satisfied, turned to me.
“Older sister, since you’re here, please join me for a cup of tea.”
“Oh no, Your Highness. How could I possibly sit at the same table as you?”
Just the thought of sitting across from her drained my energy, so I politely declined. Floria’s eyebrows drooped sadly.
“It saddens me when you keep your distance like this. Please, don’t be so formal—come join me. I’ve just received a wonderful tea as a gift.”
Gift or no gift, I desperately wanted to leave after delivering my greeting—but refusing further might offend her. Reluctantly, I started walking toward the table she indicated—when suddenly,
I spotted someone sticking a foot out beneath my line of sight. Glancing sideways, I saw Eileen pretending innocence. Watching the three maids exchange knowing looks, I swallowed a bitter laugh inwardly. Such a shallow trick belonged in cheap teen movies.
‘Hmm. Starting things off like this isn’t bad either.’
Making a swift decision, I deliberately stepped squarely onto the toe eagerly awaiting my clumsy fall.
“Kyaaah!”
Eileen shrieked in pain and collapsed, clutching her foot. I feigned shock, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Oh dear! I’m so sorry—I didn’t see it!”
Apologizing with an innocent expression, I met Eileen’s tear-filled glare. Subtly, just for her to see, I curled the corner of my lips into a faint smirk.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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