Mom's Possessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Dalton peered at the light still on in the study and muttered under his breath.
“She wouldn’t be asleep yet, of course.”
Yet he doubted the Duke would want to see Aria at this hour—but he couldn’t be sure.
After all, the Duke had been such a devoted husband that even six years after his wife’s death, he hadn’t remarried once.
People whispered that the Lysianthus line might truly end, but the Duke remained shut away in his mansion, working mechanically like a machine.
Rumors swirled that he’d even dabbled in dark magic to bring his wife back. The once cheerful and lively ducal household was gone forever.
In such circumstances, if a fallen noblewoman—once cherished like a close friend by the late Duchess—suddenly appeared—
How would the Duke react?
Instead of answering that question, Dalton tilted his head slightly and asked,
“Who’s that child beside you? She doesn’t look anything like your daughter.”
“Watch your tongue. That’s Her Highness, the Princess of Lysianthus.”
“What?!”
Dalton leapt up at Aria’s words.
“What insane nonsense is this?! Did you take some kind of drug again?”
“I’ve never taken drugs! You’re the one spouting nonsense! Just look properly!”
“Even if you say ‘look properly’…”
Dalton grumbled as he bent his waist—and found himself staring into Bonita’s wide, bright red eyes.
“Huh?”
Lovely pink hair, fair skin, round gentle eyes, a petite nose, and coral-colored irises.
She looked like a miniature version of the late Duchess. Though six years had passed since her death, Dalton—who had served the ducal household faithfully his whole life—could never fail to recognize her.
“She… she really is identical?”
“Right?”
“But if she looks this much like her, doesn’t that mean she was born without His Grace at all? There’s not a single feature resembling the Duke!”
“What utter nonsense are you spouting?”
Aria scoffed at Dalton’s bewildered remark.
“Anyway, go tell His Grace immediately—I, Aria Hilton, have returned with his one and only daughter!”
[This is the timeline separator]“My daughter, you say?”
“Y-yes, Your Grace.”
Duke Luke Lysianthus’s face turned icy as he listened to Dalton’s report.
“My only child was the one Elodie lost in stillbirth seven years ago. Are you now claiming that dead child has come back to life?”
“That’s not it, Your Grace…!”
“Or perhaps you’re suggesting I fathered a child with another woman besides Elodie?”
His crimson irises flashed.
“I didn’t realize you were so eager for death, Dalton. If that’s your wish, I’ll gladly grant it—cleanly beheading you myself as thanks for your loyalty.”
“No, I’m telling the truth! And I don’t want to die!”
Dalton protested, his voice cracking with tears.
“I saw the child myself—she looks exactly like the late Duchess! And besides, we never actually saw the baby’s body, did we, even though it was said to be stillborn?”
The Duke’s eye twitched at those words. Sensing his master’s inner turmoil, Dalton added in a servile tone,
“After all, there are rare cases where a child presumed dead miraculously survives. And it’s not just anyone who brought her—it’s Aria, whom the Duchess cherished so deeply…”
“Aria? The Aria Hilton I know?”
“Yes. Without a doubt, it’s that very Aria Hilton.”
Tap. Tap.
Luke’s fingers rhythmically tapped the desk.
A daughter. A daughter, he thought.
Ever since Elodie had left him, he’d completely erased the idea of having children from his mind. Since he had no intention of ever being with another woman besides Elodie, a child had become nothing but an impossible illusion.
And yet… the maid Elodie had loved most was now bringing him a little girl who looked exactly like her?
Dalton was a man whose family had served the Dukes of Lysianthus for generations.
He’d watched Elodie since the days of her sweet romance with Luke—if Dalton claimed the girl looked “exactly the same,” it surely meant far more than just matching hair or eye color.
‘But one can never be certain.’
The Lysianthus bloodline was special—that was precisely why he’d dared to dabble in life-draining dark magic.
He made his decision.
“I’ll see her. Bring that woman to the reception room.”
“Yes!”
Dalton answered vigorously and hurried out of the study.
Luke’s red eyes turned toward the window.
It was a bright moonlit night.
Just like the night Elodie had left him.
[This is the timeline separator]“His Grace is on his way—please wait just a moment, Miss Aria.”
“Yes.”
What on earth was happening?
Bonita tucked her trembling hands into the folds of her skirt.
She’d expected to be thrown out immediately after barging into the ducal mansion demanding to see the Duke—but instead, both she and her mother had been ushered into the grand, glittering reception room.
And now, they were told the fearsome Duke himself was coming! Bonita desperately hoped this was all just a dream.
“Ouch!”
“Bonita! Are you all right?”
“Y-yes…”
But the sharp pain in her shin—enough to bring tears to her eyes—proved this wasn’t a dream after all. Bonita looked up at Aria’s animated face.
‘Could Mother really have worked in a noble household?’
Aria had always denied it, but Bonita couldn’t help wondering if her mother might have once been the Duke’s mistress.
‘But why come forward only now?’
Her head throbbed from thinking so hard. Seeing Bonita’s pained expression, Aria panicked.
“Bonita! Does it hurt anywhere?”
“Mooommm…”
Bonita instinctively whined like a child and sucked in a sharp breath. But instead of scolding her, Aria gently stroked the girl’s head with careful hands.
“May all our daughter’s pain fly away—poof!”
“…Mother?”
“How’s that? Feeling a little better?”
Hehe.
Bonita’s lips curled into a smile at Aria’s mischievous, boyish grin. Just as Aria relaxed at seeing her daughter smile again—
“Your Grace! You’ve arrived!”
“Yes.”
A nervous knight’s salute echoed from outside. Bonita froze like an insect and burrowed into Aria’s arms.
The moment Aria firmly held the wriggling child, the reception room door opened.
Their eyes met. A brief tension hung in the air.
It was Duke Lysianthus who broke the silence first.
“…So it really is Aria Hilton.”
“It’s been a long time, Your Grace.”
Unlike Luke’s stern expression, Aria wore a graceful smile. Luke’s crimson eyes swept over her entire figure.
Honey-blond hair like molten gold, dazzlingly bright blue eyes clear as crystal, and a gracefully curved feminine figure.
Undoubtedly the same Aria Hilton who once charmed knights and servants alike wherever she went.
A peerless beauty any man would lose his heart to.
Yet Luke’s gaze toward her remained cold. His dry, red eyes shifted to the small child nestled in Aria’s arms.
Cherry-blossom pink hair cascaded from the girl’s round head, resembling cotton candy that would melt away like a mirage at the slightest touch. In all his life, he’d seen that sweet shade of pink only once.
It was Elodie’s color.
“May I see the child?”
Bonita flinched at his low, resonant voice.
“M-Mother…”
“Shh. It’s all right.”
Aria skillfully soothed Bonita and adjusted her hold. The girl’s irises—just a shade deeper than her hair—met Luke’s gaze.
The moment he saw her face, Luke shuddered.
There was no mistaking it.
She was his and Elodie’s daughter.
Though she bore no resemblance to him, he knew it instinctively.
In that instant, he understood why Dalton had been so frantic. His knees wobbled slightly.
Recognizing the Duke’s emotion, Aria set Bonita gently on the floor.
One step. Then another.
Luke staggered forward, disbelief etched on his face, until he stood before Bonita. His hands trembled violently.
Thud.
The towering man—nearly two meters tall—knelt before the tiny child, barely half his height.
His Adam’s apple bobbed helplessly. Regret and longing crushed his heart like a vise.
Bonita, too, sensed the man’s turmoil. Though still stiff with tension, the child held the kneeling man’s gaze without fleeing.
Luke’s large hand reached toward her—then awkwardly pressed to the floor instead. He feared that if he touched her, the child before him might vanish like a mirage.
In a trembling voice, he stammered,
“W-would you tell me… your name?”
“Bonita….”
“I see. So your name is Bonita.”
His voice strained to suppress his emotions.
Seven years since he’d lost his child.
Six years since Elodie had left him.
Years of layered loneliness and sorrow surged within him. Luke’s eyes turned bloodshot.
His whole body shook.
“May I… hold you?”
Bonita’s eyes widened at his gentle question.
She was a cautious child—but in this moment, she instinctively knew the man before her would never harm her.
Bonita nodded.
At her permission, Luke slowly raised his arms. Moving with utmost care so as not to startle her, he finally gathered the child into his embrace.
‘So… warm.’
A child’s body temperature is naturally higher than an adult’s.
Logically, her warmth should have been nothing unusual—yet that small heat filled his heart to bursting. A swell of overwhelming joy pounded in his chest.
“You look just like her. Truly… like Elodie.”
Was he happy simply because he’d found a trace of the departed Elodie?
Certainly, that was part of his current joy—but not the whole of it.
Even if Bonita had resembled only him and not Elodie at all, his emotion would have been no less profound.
He exhaled a deep breath.
Was the stillbirth story a lie? How had that former maid, Aria, come to possess his and Elodie’s daughter? And why return only now, of all times?
Many questions remained unanswered.
But he was far too exhausted to let doubts spoil this moment. For now, at least, he wanted to fully embrace the joy of having his daughter back.
And Bonita wished for the same.
“You’ve come home safely, Bonita.”
His voice cracked hoarsely. Bonita, listening quietly, asked cautiously,
“U-um… Your Grace… are you really my…?”
“Yes.”
He nodded calmly.
“You are undoubtedly my daughter.”
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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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