Mom's Possessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“That’s…….”
Elodie took a brief breath.
She had no choice but to lie—or at the very least, artfully edit the truth.
After all, it was obvious no one would believe her even if she told it plainly.
“I raised Bonita.”
“What?”
Catherine raised an eyebrow.
It was a clear signal to continue.
“I can’t explain exactly how that happened… I lost my memory recently.”
“What kind of nonsense is that? You expect me to believe that now?”
Catherine snorted.
“If you’re going to lie, at least put some effort into it. It’d have been more entertaining if you’d claimed to be the ghost of the late Elodie.”
“Huh?”
Aria’s heart lurched—had Catherine actually figured something out? At the same time, a foolish hope welled up inside her.
It’s just a joke. It must be coincidence. Aria silently repeated this to herself as she steadied her breathing.
“What is it?”
“Oh, nothing.”
And indeed, as expected.
Catherine’s expression was far too calm for someone testing a theory—it was clear her earlier remark had truly been a joke.
Aria carefully concealed her disappointment and added calmly,
“It’s the truth. I can’t give you all the details, but Bonita is definitely the Duke’s daughter… and it’s absolutely true that I raised her, and that she sees me as her mother.”
“No, wait—if you skip over those very details, then what exactly—”
Before Catherine could finish coldly snapping back, Bonita stirred in her sleep, disturbed by the rising volume.
“Mmm…”
At the drowsy whimper, Catherine fell silent—though she still glared at Aria.
“Hmph. Don’t think I won’t interrogate you properly later. It’s not because I care whether the child wakes up or not; I’m just tired right now. Understood?”
“…Yes, my lady.”
Honestly… she hasn’t changed at all.
Aria replied with subtle inflection.
[This is the timeline separator]The carriage glided smoothly into the ducal residence. Bonita remained fast asleep.
Aria carefully lifted her and began walking.
Bonita hadn’t even woken when Aria carried her from the carriage, swaying slightly from exhaustion after their long outing—she merely shifted a few times before settling back into slumber.
As soon as Aria brought the child into her room, Catherine immediately broke the silence.
“So, what on earth was that about? You must’ve heard the situation, right?”
“Hmm.”
Luke let out a low hum.
Though he’d met Aria four days earlier than Catherine, they hadn’t actually seen each other often.
To him, too, Aria Hilton was full of mysteries.
She was precisely the kind of troublesome woman who gave him headaches.
If it weren’t for Bonita, he’d have sent her away immediately…
“I don’t really know either.”
“What? How can you leave my hands—no, never mind—how can you leave a child with someone you barely know?!”
“But Mother, you saw it yourself,”
Luke quietly countered.
“You saw how deeply Bonita trusts Aria Hilton. Separating them abruptly would be emotionally harmful.”
At his words, Catherine let out a frustrated groan.
How could she not understand? Even a brief glance showed how fond Bonita was of that woman—and the woman herself treated the child as if she were her own flesh and blood.
“Was Hilton always like that?”
“How would I know? I barely ever interacted with her.”
“Well, that sounds like you.”
Catherine accepted this simply.
Once as unyielding as stone, Luke had turned soft as marshmallow at eighteen after falling instantly for a timid little countess—though only in front of her.
With eyes filtered to see only Elodie, how could he possibly remember a mere maid who stood beside her?
The problem was, Catherine herself wasn’t much different.
‘She didn’t seem like the type to cause trouble, though.’
If Aria had been problematic, Catherine herself would surely have remembered—even if Luke hadn’t. Irritated, she sharply tapped her cane.
“Ugh, useless boy!”
“Why are you hitting me again?”
“Just call the priest already! This should’ve been verified on day one—what on earth took you four whole days?”
Luke rubbed his temple and muttered,
“A paternity test…”
“To do that the moment we arrive…”
“And?”
“I worried it might hurt the child.”
It was an unexpected reply.
Catherine whipped her head toward her son.
Luke slowly dragged a hand down his face, covering it briefly before lowering it.
“She’d think we don’t trust her.”
“What utter nonsense is that?”
Catherine snapped irritably.
“Wouldn’t doing it ourselves actually reassure the child more? Or does she somehow instinctively know she carries Lysianthus blood or something?”
“She probably doesn’t know. She hasn’t been taught.”
“Then it’s settled!”
Thwack.
She raised her cane and pointed it firmly at Luke.
“Contact the temple immediately!”
[This is the timeline separator]Bonita opened her eyes the next morning. Like a caterpillar, she wriggled and burrowed into the warmth beside her.
“Mooother…”
She murmured unconsciously, comforted and at ease.
This was the kind of affection “the old Aria” could never have dreamed of receiving.
But now, Mother didn’t get angry at all, no matter how clingy she was.
Thinking this, Bonita tugged gently at the blanket.
“Sweetheart, awake? You can sleep a bit longer.”
A gentle female voice responded.
Bonita exhaled softly.
Her foggy, half-asleep mind gradually cleared, allowing her to properly take in her surroundings.
The fireplace crackled warmly. Above it, a brass kettle bubbled merrily.
The satin feather duvet covering her was cozy, and beside the large, beautiful bed hung a cord ready to summon a maid anytime.
Bonita peeked open one eye cautiously.
“Oh, you’re awake?”
There was Aria.
Dressed in nightclothes and lying beside Bonita, Aria gazed at her with deep affection.
Bonita placed her small hand over Aria’s, which was gently patting her tummy. Aria burst into a ticklish laugh.
If she could, Bonita would slice this moment out and preserve it forever in an album.
Even if Mother disappeared someday, she could always recall this instant and feel happy.
“Shall we get up? You can rest longer if you’d like.”
“No, it’s okay.”
But she couldn’t stay in bed.
Bonita squirmed upright. Aria, who’d been awake for a while, helped her down from the tall bed.
Gurgle.
Her slender stomach growled loudly. Bonita’s cheeks flushed. Seeing this, Aria chuckled softly.
“Well, you haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday.”
Aria herself hadn’t eaten either. She’d come to put Bonita to bed, intending only a short nap—but ended up sleeping until morning.
Besides, Bonita looked so adorable sleeping soundly with her arm tucked under her cheek that Aria couldn’t bear to leave the room.
Aria gave Bonita’s soft cheek a light stroke, then slipped into fluffy slippers lined with fur. Since she’d fallen asleep in yesterday’s clothes, there was no need to change.
“It’s seven—His Grace will be coming down soon. Shall we head to the dining room?”
“The dining room?”
Bonita’s eyes widened.
During her four days—now five, counting this morning—at the ducal manor, aside from the tea party with the Duke, she’d stayed entirely in her own room. Consequently, she hadn’t grasped just how enormous the estate truly was.
“We have a dining room at home?”
“Noble households always have a separate dining room.”
Bonita was struck anew with wonder. She’d already marveled at the massive kitchen, but a dedicated dining room inside the house itself?
Still dazed, she took Aria’s hand. Aria led her down a long corridor and descended two entire flights of stairs before the dining room finally came into view.
“Miss!”
Kitchen maids spotted Bonita and cried out in surprise. Their eyes quickly shifted to Aria, whose hand Bonita clutched tightly.
“Did Miss say she wanted to come down?”
“No, I just thought it might be nice for her to start having meals with His Grace.”
Aria spoke naturally, using informal address.
In truth, it was appropriate.
Although Aria Hilton had once served as a lady’s maid to the former Duchess, unlike commoner servants, she was born the daughter of a baron. Even if her family had since fallen from grace, her noble birth remained unchanged.
‘Ah, come to think of it…’
The Hilton barony had no collateral branches.
Moreover, given Bonita’s complete ignorance about it, Aria likely hadn’t visited the baronial estate even once after her death—which meant the Hilton manor had probably stood abandoned for six years.
Of course, there was always the chance she’d gone secretly.
‘I’ll need to check.’
Seven years ago, every member of the Hilton family except Aria had perished.
Back then, Aria had spent half a year handling funerals and managing the household affairs, separating from Elodie during that time. And by the time she returned…
Elodie had given birth to a dead child.
Or so she’d believed.
Aria forcibly pushed those memories aside. What mattered now was that her daughter was right here beside her.
Thus, her path forward was clear.
‘Having a noble title versus not having one makes all the difference.’
Bonita was the only child of one of the kingdom’s two ducal houses. As she grew older, the need for a nursemaid would fade—so before that happened, Aria needed to secure a legitimate reason to remain by her side.
Perhaps as her tutor.
To do that effectively, formally inheriting the Hilton barony would be advantageous.
Though lacking in maturity back when she was Elodie, she hadn’t been unintelligent—she calculated she could competently teach etiquette or arithmetic, subjects she knew well enough to instruct even blindfolded.
It pained her that she could never be officially recognized as a parent, but Aria resolved to compromise with reality.
“What’s this? Why are you holding hands so sweetly with a child who might—or might not—be my granddaughter?”
A sharp voice cut through the air.
Looking up, Aria saw Catherine standing there with a sour expression.
“Lady Lysianthus?”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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😅😅 They are about to die mentally, sooo exhausting