Mom's Possessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
Jingle.
As Aria entered the shop, cradling Bonita in her arms, a woman inside, who had been reading a newspaper, jumped in surprise.
“Welcome… Aria? What brings you here at this hour, even bringing Bonita?”
“…Haha. Could you give Bonita some clothes to wear?”
“You’re buying clothes for Bonita?!”
At the astonished reaction, Aria’s smile froze on her face. Bonita reached up and tightly grasped the front of her mother’s shirt.
At that small gesture, Aria’s expression softened instantly. Renée, an apprentice clerk at the upscale clothing store and Aria’s drinking buddy, watched the scene with a dazed look.
“Uh… The manager isn’t here right now. Anyway, you’ll just pick the cheapest ones, right?”
“No!”
Aria quickly cried out.
“It’s not about the price—I want the outfit that suits our Bonita best… No, well, just something pretty within a reasonable price, please.”
“I’ve seen all kinds of things in my life, but this really takes the cake.”
Normally, Aria paid no attention whatsoever to her daughter. She fed and housed her, but truth be told, she treated her more like a pet dog than a child.
She’d dote on her halfheartedly, grumble when annoyed, and sometimes, after venting her anger, cling to her daughter like a madwoman while muttering someone’s name.
To Renée, Aria was truly a strange mother—not in a good way, certainly.
Yet today, she’d actually come to the shop to buy Bonita an outfit for going out—and not just anywhere, but here, where wealthy commoners were the main clientele.
Muttering to herself that the world never ceased to amaze, Renée disappeared into the back to check the inventory.
“Here! I’ve prepared about twenty outfits for now. Let me know if you need more.”
“Thank you.”
Aria smiled at the tray of adorable children’s clothes.
“Come on, Bonita! Try them all on!”
“All of them?”
Bonita cried out in shock.
Twenty outfits?
She thought that was more varieties of going-out clothes than she’d worn in her entire life.
‘I might never finish changing clothes!’
Of course, that didn’t actually happen.
After about three hours of being treated like Aria’s doll, Bonita reached out dazedly toward the mirror with one hand.
Tap.
A tiny handprint appeared on the glass. Bonita’s pink eyelashes fluttered.
‘No way!’
The sky-blue silk dress was adorned with genuine lace, meticulously stitched by hand.
Fascinated, Bonita kept touching the white lace and ribbon on the front.
Though still far from the quality of noble attire, for Bonita—who had always worn only old, worn-out clothes—this soft fabric felt like a whole new world.
Watching Bonita’s wide-eyed wonder, Aria felt a pang of regret inside.
‘I wish I could’ve gotten her something even prettier.’
One year old, two years old, three years old…
Even now, at seven, she was so sweet and adorable Aria wanted to pinch her cheeks—but imagining how she must have been before made her heart ache with longing.
Aria gave a bitter smile and gently stroked Bonita’s hair.
“Shall we go with this one?”
“Yes! Oh, but…”
It must be really expensive.
Seeing Bonita’s worried expression darken, Aria pinched the child’s cheek lightly—just enough to be playful, not painful.
“Don’t worry. From today on, you’ll be the richest person in this country.”
“What?”
At the words “richest person in the country,” Bonita floated three centimeters off the ground again.
Bracing herself for a few slaps, Bonita squeezed her eyes shut and shouted,
“Mother, no, no gambling! Really, no gambling!”
“…You’ve been gambling too? Are you seriously insane?!”
“…Huh?”
“Oops! What am I saying in front of my child!”
Thud! Thud!
Aria slammed her head against the wall twice, then immediately broke into a bright smile.
“It’s nothing at all. Come on, let’s go outside.”
Bonita’s pink eyes wobbled wildly after witnessing her mother’s bizarre behavior.
‘Has she really lost her mind…?’
She’d heard it said that drinking too much alcohol could drive a person out of their senses.
Indeed, the streets were full of people so drowned in liquor and drugs they were practically walking corpses. Men at least only got beaten and robbed of everything they had, but women in that state often suffered far worse fates.
And Aria, after all, was a stunningly beautiful blonde beauty.
Bonita’s imagination took a dark turn.
Terrified, her face turned pale as she grabbed the hem of Aria’s dress.
“Mother…!”
“Shall I carry you?”
Jingle-jingle.
In an instant, Bonita found herself dangling in Aria’s arms again—no time even to get angry.
‘Wh-what do I do?’
Could her mother really have gone mad?
Her little head swam with confusion. While Bonita fretted inwardly, Aria seized the carriage reins once more.
“To the Lysianthus Dukedom!”
“At once, ma’am!”
The coachman responded cheerfully and flicked the reins.
After closing the small window connecting to the driver, Aria finally set Bonita down on the seat beside her. The child—so small and thin compared to Aria’s tall, slender frame—looked pitiful.
“Mother, why are we going to the Duke’s residence…?”
“Bonita, listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you.”
Gulp.
In the suddenly serious atmosphere, Bonita clenched her fists and swallowed hard. But, as expected, nothing good came to mind.
‘Is Mother planning to sell me off?’
There were surprisingly many noble families who desired young girls—especially cute ones like Bonita.
She remembered a man who’d once looked at her and said, “Pink hair? That’s rare. You’d fetch a good price if sold to a noble house.”
Aria had later found out and exploded in rage: “Sell you to a noble house? How dare you even say such a thing!”—but still…
She recalled the money Aria had lost gambling last month. And now, in a situation where every penny counted, her mother was spending so extravagantly on her.
‘So that must be it!’
Feed her well, bathe her clean, dress her nicely—and then really hand her over to some noble family.
Panic seized Bonita. She’d always half-expected a day like this would come someday, but now that it seemed to be happening for real, she was terrified. She didn’t want to be separated from Aria.
“Bonita, the truth is—you’re the Duke’s one and only daughter.”
“No, no! I want to live with Mother!”
Their words overlapped.
Only after speaking did Aria and Bonita realize what the other had said, and they blinked at each other.
“You want to live with me…?”
“Y-you weren’t planning to sell me off to the Duke’s house… were you?”
“What?”
At Bonita’s absurd assumption, Aria’s mouth fell open. Simultaneously, anger boiled within her toward the “Aria” who had raised a child to think such things.
Sparks flared in her blue eyes.
“Mother…?”
Right. The child is watching.
Calm down. Calm down.
Suppressing her temper, Aria fixed Bonita with a stern look and lightly poked the bridge of her nose.
“Do you really think I’d ever sell you? Never imagine such a thing again.”
“Yes…”
“And you truly are the daughter of Duke Lysianthus.”
“What?!”
Seeing the child’s startled face, Aria gave a playful smile.
“Luke will recognize you as his daughter the moment he sees you. He can’t possibly miss it—apparently, Lysianthus blood always recognizes its own.”
“What…”
Bonita desperately wanted to argue with Aria, but her mother looked so genuinely happy she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
‘I’ve never seen Mother’s eyes sparkle like that before.’
Aria was a beauty of such singular presence she’d be hard to find even in a big city, let alone this small town. Even when drunk and ranting, her decadent allure drew crowds of men knocking at her door.
Yet Aria’s eyes had always been hollow—devoid of light, as if she weren’t truly alive.
She often stared endlessly into the distance, as though searching for something lost, and each time, Bonita trembled in fear that her mother might vanish right then and there. Even the moments when Aria clung to her, whispering someone’s name, had been frightening.
It was almost better to be pinched or slapped—painful as it was—because at least when angry, Aria didn’t seem like a dead woman.
But now, Aria shone like the bright afternoon sun.
Silence settled inside the carriage. Bonita slowly shuffled closer to her mother.
Tap.
When Bonita’s hand touched Aria’s, Aria’s eyes crinkled warmly. Her gaze, filled with affection, settled on Bonita.
“Do you want to hold hands?”
Before Bonita could even say yes, Aria firmly took the child’s hand.
Feeling the warmth from the held hand, Bonita wiggled the fingers of her other hand.
[This is the timeline separator]It was nearly midnight by the time the two arrived at the Lysianthus Dukedom. Glancing at the clock nearing midnight, Bonita reassured herself they’d probably just stay nearby for the night.
Her mother now seemed as if a fairy had cast a spell on her.
But fairy magic, after all, always vanished in an instant—perhaps after one night’s sleep, her mother would come to her senses and return to her usual life.
No, it had to be that way.
Yet Aria’s actions always defied Bonita’s expectations—usually for the worse.
“Let me see His Grace the Duke!”
“…Aria?”
Dalton, the gatekeeper who recognized her, widened his eyes in astonishment.
Aria had once been a maid who served the Lysianthus Dukedom for a long time.
Since the late Duchess had cherished her like a close friend, anyone who’d worked long at the estate would surely know her face.
Besides, Aria was the kind of beauty one couldn’t easily forget after a single glance.
“You’re alive? After the mistress passed away, you vanished without a trace—everyone whispered you must have died.”
“Why say something so unpleasant? Anyway, I have urgent business with His Grace. Hurry and show me in—he’s certainly still working at this hour.”
Had Aria always been this bold?
Dalton blinked, taken aback by her confident, unyielding demeanor.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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ohhh this kid is smart, she had already understood everything
oops now i am confused, i guess we will know the truth later
😅😅 They are about to die mentally, sooo exhausting