Mom's Possessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Did His Grace finally accept that woman, Aria?”
“They say he appointed her as the young lady’s governess.”
“She does seem to follow that woman quite closely…”
“It’s not just following—she’s been calling her ‘Mother,’ hasn’t she?”
Ever since Luke permitted Aria’s “temporary” stay, the servants of the ducal household had been buzzing with endless rumors.
Someone even said,
“If she’s not actually the mistress’s daughter, then why would Aria have raised her all this time?”
In truth, people whispered that the Duke had a mistress—and that woman was Aria.
Yet that rumor gained no traction at all.
“Nonsense! The young lady looks so much like the late Duchess—how could she possibly be Aria’s child?”
Bonita bore such a striking resemblance to the former Duchess that even if someone claimed she’d been born without the Duke’s knowledge, it would’ve seemed plausible.
The only feature she shared with the Duke was the Lysianthus family’s distinctive, strangely shimmering red eyes—though even those appeared closer to deep pink.
“And besides, His Grace couldn’t possibly have had another woman besides the late Duchess.”
Moreover, the Duke’s conduct over the past ten years had firmly silenced any opposition.
“After all, he remained in mourning for six years after Her Grace passed…”
“Exactly! How could His Grace possibly father an heir with another woman?”
“Precisely. Since there won’t be any more heirs born into the ducal line, His Grace will naturally raise the young lady as his successor.”
In truth, hardly anyone had ever doubted this little viscountess. Rumors had already spread that the Duke shed tears for the first time in six years since his wife’s death.
Thus, only one question remained.
“So then, who exactly is Aria?”
By what right had Aria seized the governess position for the precious viscountess they’d only just recovered?
And why had she appeared only now?
Unable to ask the woman directly, suspicions grew until strange rumors began to circulate.
“They say His Grace’s grief was all an act—that he sent the young lady away to protect her from political enemies.”
“She must have secretly taken the child. She’s clearly been manipulating the young lady.”
“Could she even be a practitioner of dark magic? Damn, that’s unnerving.”
Amid the swirling rumors, the truth was buried.
Meanwhile, the very subject of all these rumors—Aria—
“Let’s pack some whole-wheat sandwiches, a tea set is absolutely essential, and we must bring both a parasol and a sunshade—Bonita mustn’t get sunburned!”
“Um… Mother, are we really allowed to take these things out?”
“Of course, of course!”
…was cheerfully preparing for a picnic.
Bonita watched anxiously as Aria moved about the mansion as if it were her own home.
‘It clearly said “Authorized Personnel Only”…’
Where on earth had she found the kitchen key? And how did she know exactly when the staff would be away, leaving the place quiet, so she could whisk Bonita off like this?
“Bonita, what would you like to eat?”
“Something I’d like to eat?”
“Yes!”
Aria exclaimed with bright enthusiasm.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, making her look just like an excited child eagerly awaiting her birthday.
“Going on a picnic with my daughter has been my lifelong dream!”
Didn’t you say your lifelong dream was bathing your daughter, Mother?
Bonita swallowed the words rising in her throat. Aria looked far too elated for such a remark.
Besides, Bonita couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation herself.
A picnic?
Wasn’t that something only wealthy children got to enjoy on Sunday afternoons? Bonita had never been on a picnic before, though she’d often imagined what such elegant outings might be like.
“We can really go on a picnic?”
“Of course! Bonita, you can go anywhere in this kingdom—and even beyond, if you’re willing to spend a little time and follow the proper procedures.”
Aria knelt down and pulled Bonita into a tight hug.
“How’s that possible?”
“Now that I’ve lived a bit, I’ve realized there’s hardly anything money can’t buy. Most impossible things happen simply because you don’t have enough of it.”
Held in her mother’s arms, Bonita thought this was the first truly wise thing Aria had ever said.
Even in the impoverished Westham district where Bonita had grown up, anyone with enough money was welcomed anywhere, no matter how expensive or exclusive.
People were the same.
Children with wealthy fathers wore real lace dresses, stylish bow ties, and expensive children’s suits—while adults who’d once snapped at Bonita in her worn clothes would beam warmly at those well-dressed children.
Bonita voiced the thought that had just crossed her mind. Aria immediately frowned.
“They told you to get lost? I’ll go grab them and—no, what am I even saying again!”
Thud thud!
Bonita stared blankly at Aria, who’d lapsed into muttering to herself again. Honestly, even if she didn’t want to believe it, she couldn’t help but wonder.
‘Should… should I take Mother to see a physician?’
But if the doctor did “fix” her, would Mother revert to how she used to be?
…Back to that drunken, broken state, crying while projecting her pain onto Bonita?
“Mother…”
Bonita called out, her voice choked. Aria, who’d been murmuring nonsense toward the wall, instantly turned her head at the faint, trembling sound.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
Her blue eyes held only Bonita.
The overwhelming affection radiating from Aria’s gaze, expression, and every gesture stole Bonita’s breath away. Her heart pounded.
It was unconditional love—the kind Bonita had never experienced in her entire life. Her fingertips trembled.
‘Maybe I really am a bad child.’
Even if her mother truly was mad, Bonita wished only for her to stay exactly as she was.
“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just…”
Bonita quickly scanned the tabletop. There, atop a round mound, sat something stamped into a cylindrical shape.
“Mother, what’s that?”
“Hm? That?”
Aria followed Bonita’s pointing finger and spotted the half-finished cake batter, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Oh, that’s cake! It just needs baking—Jamie must’ve stepped out briefly for a meal.”
“Cake?”
Bonita repeated. She’d never seen a cake in her entire life.
Seeing Bonita’s expression, Aria hesitated. For a fleeting moment, her face clouded over—but then she brightened again and whispered playfully into Bonita’s ear, her tone mischievous like a young boy’s.
“Bonita, how about you and I bake a cake together?”
[This is the timeline separator]“What?”
Luke momentarily doubted his ears at the steward’s report.
“You’re saying Lady Aria snuck into the kitchen with Bonita?”
“Well… ‘snuck’ isn’t quite right. They walked in openly.”
The steward explained with an awkward expression.
“The key is normally kept in a place only the head chef or kitchen assistants know—but somehow she found it. Chef Jamie had locked it, yet it was open when they arrived.”
“What on earth…”
Luke trailed off, rubbing the fountain pen in his hand. He asked again.
“So what are they doing now? If Bonita is in any danger, everyone involved will face severe punishment.”
“N-no danger at all, Your Grace. It’s not dangerous, exactly—it’s more like…”
“Out with it.”
At the Duke’s impatient demand, the steward snapped to attention, startled.
“They’re… baking a cake!”
“…A cake?”
Luke’s brow furrowed.
Baking a cake?
…Why on earth?
‘Isn’t cake something you order from a pastry chef? Why is my daughter making one herself?’
He’d deliberately avoided approaching Bonita’s room for nearly three days, worried she might be shy. The reports from his trusted maids had been reassuring:
“The young lady adores Lady Aria. It seems… she regards her as her mother.”
“She’s adjusting wonderfully, thank goodness. Though she’s frightened to sleep alone at night, so Lady Aria stays in the same room.”
“Violence? No, not at all. If I may be so bold, Lady Aria treats the young lady as if she were her own flesh and blood.”
“Hmph.”
Luke exhaled in frustration. He needed to interrogate Aria properly—but Bonita refused to leave her side even for a moment, making it impossible.
‘Could my suspicions truly be wrong?’
He’d been certain Aria had abused Bonita, yet their bond suggested otherwise.
Of course, he couldn’t let his guard down.
Young children often imprint on their primary caregivers, craving affection even from those utterly unfit to be parents.
And unless someone was utterly brainless, no one would mistreat the Duke’s only daughter under his own roof. Whether the reports were genuine or an act remained to be seen.
‘I assumed Bonita would come running to me as soon as she was found… No. I must proceed slowly. First, let her adjust to life in the ducal mansion, and then—’
“Ah, Your Grace.”
The steward’s voice broke Luke’s train of thought. Seeing the Duke’s crimson eyes, the steward flinched but spoke up anyway.
“Might it be time to visit the young lady? It’s already been three days.”
“…Wouldn’t it be better to wait until Bonita wishes to see me herself? She must already be confused by all these changes.”
“Precisely because of that, wouldn’t it help if you, her own father, assisted her adjustment? She may be shy at first, but in time, she’ll surely understand your heart.”
“…”
Luke fell silent for a moment.
Truthfully, the steward’s words stirred something in him. His daughter—Elodie’s child, whom he’d believed dead—was breathing under the same roof, yet he couldn’t see her.
His only worry was rejection.
Ever since he’d harshly scolded Aria in front of Bonita, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl now thoroughly disliked him.
Just as Luke sank deeper into his thoughts—
Knock knock.
A faint knock sounded at the door. Without even glancing toward it, the Duke snapped coldly,
“I believe I made it clear not to disturb me at this hour. Are you truly so witless you can’t grasp simple instructions?”
“Ah! S-sorry…”
Crash!
But at the youthful voice beyond the door, Luke shot to his feet.
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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😅😅 They are about to die mentally, sooo exhausting