My Mistress Became My Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
Brian, four years younger than Frederick and one year younger than Lily, was a good-for-nothing who loved drinking, women, and gambling. His face was bright red, likely from drinking heavily again last night.
“…It’s been a while, Young Master.”
Had the title “Young Master” ever sounded this awkward?
His words felt like chewing sand in his mouth. Lily bit her lip and asked a passing maid.
“Where is Mother?”
“Mom’s in her bedroom.”
She had asked the maid, yet it was Brian who answered.
“Didn’t she say she had a headache because of someone and couldn’t get up, so she wanted her meal brought to her room?”
That meant Samantha wouldn’t be coming to the breakfast room today.
Lily found it absurd that the servants hadn’t informed her of this in advance, yet she let it go—it was a common enough occurrence, so nothing new.
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
If Samantha wasn’t coming, there was no reason for her to stay in the breakfast room.
“Wait a moment.”
Just as she turned to head straight back to her room, Brian, who had silently followed behind, grabbed her wrist. Lily wrinkled her nose at the strong stench of alcohol wafting toward her and turned her head. His smug, unpleasant grin was burned into her eyes.
“It’s only been three days since I saw you—don’t be so cold. Greet me a bit more warmly.”
Was he seriously bragging about having returned home after three days and saying such things?
Lily was flabbergasted but held her tongue. Whether or not he came back had nothing to do with her. She only found his hand gripping her wrist deeply irritating.
“Let go of me.”
“Heard you had a big fight with Mom?”
Just like mother and son—they both never listened to what others said.
“I said let go.”
Lily enunciated each word with deliberate force, yet Brian ignored her plea once again.
“I heard the rumor that my sister-in-law told Mom my brother is impotent… Is that true?”
“…”
“Pffhahahaha!”
Even without Lily’s reply, Brian took her silence as confirmation and burst into loud laughter.
Just how much had he drunk that even his laughter reeked of alcohol?
Lily scowled and jerked her wrist from his grip, but her effort was futile—he caught it again instantly. Deep furrows formed between Lily’s brows.
“Let me go…!”
“What about me, then?”
Brian leaned in close to Lily’s face and asked.
“I function perfectly fine, unlike my brother.”
What?
“So how about bearing my child? I can treat you well…!”
*Slap!*
The sound of a slap echoed down the wide corridor like a ripple. It was so loud and resonant that servants far away came rushing over, startled by what had happened.
Soon, they spotted Brian clutching his reddened cheek with a fierce scowl, and Lily standing coldly with one hand raised, glaring at him. The servants froze, exchanging glances to assess the situation.
Did… did the young mistress just slap the young master? It certainly seemed so. Good heavens. What could that young master have possibly done for the usually gentle young mistress to get so furious? I don’t know either. But if the lady of the house finds out about this, she’ll definitely fly into a rage…
“Your hand’s quite fiery.”
Brian stroked his reddened cheek and gave her a chilling smile.
“They say if your hands are hot, you’re good in bed… I’d like to verify that.”
His words reeked of filth worse than sewage flowing in an open gutter.
If Samantha was the type who scraped at others’ vulnerabilities to wound them, then Brian preferred using sexual remarks to inflict humiliation and discomfort.
Lily disliked dealing with either of them, but if forced to choose the worse one, she would unquestionably pick Brian—Samantha at least gave her something to argue against, whereas Brian left her utterly at a loss for words.
“You call me sister-in-law yet seem to have forgotten that I’m your brother’s wife.”
That was all that came to Lily’s mind. When she snapped it out, Brian’s eyes narrowed.
“Sister-in-law… Right. You are my sister-in-law.”
Brian chewed over the word “sister-in-law” as if a cow ruminating, then tilted his lips crookedly and leaned his upper body toward Lily.
Instinctively, Lily flinched and stiffened her shoulders but didn’t run away. Instead, she hardened her gaze and stared him down.
“You’ve never once shared a bed with my brother… but you’re still my sister-in-law, aren’t you?”
“…!”
For a moment, her resolute green eyes wavered helplessly at his added words.
She didn’t know how Brian had learned that fact, but one thing was certain—Frederick would never have told him.
Frederick and Brian didn’t get along.
To be precise, Frederick unilaterally looked down on Brian, considering him utterly useless, and mostly ignored him.
Seeing Lily shaken, Brian chuckled softly and continued.
“Don’t worry. I haven’t told Mom yet.”
Not yet…
“So be nice to me. If I say something… your position as sister-in-law will become quite awkward, won’t it?”
As Brian said this, he leaned in and blew softly into Lily’s ear.
“…!”
Shuddering at the creepy sensation crawling along her ear, Lily clapped her hand over it and stepped back.
She turned and practically fled back to her room, locking the door tightly behind her for fear Brian might follow. Still not satisfied, she even dragged a chair to block the door.
“Haah… haah…”
Her chest heaved as she panted heavily. Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor, scrubbing furiously at her ear—the spot Brian’s breath had touched—until it turned bright red, yet the unpleasant feeling refused to fade.
“It’s fine.”
Shame and humiliation washed over her belatedly, making her lips tremble. Lily hugged her even more trembling hands tightly and murmured.
“This much is fine. I can endure it.”
If it meant she could treat her mother, she could bear any humiliation.
No—she absolutely had to endure it.
[This is the timeline separator]A luxurious carriage, elegantly adorned with black and gold, passed through the main gate of Duke Maximilian’s estate.
When the carriage finally halted between the thickly leafed roadside trees, Harold stepped out, luggage in hand.
Seeing this, the coachman hurried over and reached out.
“Let me carry that for you.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Harold lightly declined the offer and ascended the mansion steps. Tap, tap. The sound of his boots echoed heavily.
“Harold!”
The first to greet Harold upon entering the mansion was his mother, Duchess Maximilian.
Harold lightly kissed her smooth, unwrinkled hand—a hand that belied her age of over fifty.
“I’m back, Mother.”
“Welcome home, dear.”
After finishing his greeting with an embrace from his mother, Harold bowed respectfully to his father standing behind her.
“It’s been a long time, Father. I hope you’ve been well.”
Duke Maximilian gave a faint, wry laugh.
“If you’re so curious, why didn’t you send even one letter during the past two years?”
“As you already know, Father, I’ve been a bit busy.”
“More than just a bit, I’d say.”
At the interjection from a familiar yet out-of-place voice nearby, Harold frowned and turned toward the source.
A man with dazzling golden hair, as if melted honey, leaned against the banister on the staircase landing.
“You eradicated the Salaman Clan, which had plagued the Empire for over a century, and call that ‘a bit’ busy? That’s quite the understatement, Harold.”
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince?”
The man was none other than Austin Kaman Andreas, Crown Prince of the Kaman Empire. Austin waved cheerfully at Harold.
“It’s been a while, Harold. I’m truly glad you’ve returned safely.”
“Apparently, he came here early this morning just to see you.”
Hearing his mother’s quiet whisper, Harold’s brows drew together.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
Harold asked his parents for permission and approached Austin.
“Please follow me.”
His tone was polite yet authoritative—bordering on impolite—but Austin showed no offense and obediently followed.
Harold led Austin to his bedroom. Though long unoccupied, the room remained spotlessly clean, and all of Harold’s belongings had been left exactly as he remembered.
After closing and locking the door, Harold turned to Austin.
“What brings you here?”
He spoke informally, but Austin didn’t mind—they were old friends, and when alone, they never bothered with formalities.
“What do you mean, ‘what brings me’? I came to welcome back the Empire’s hero!”
“Drop the flowery excuses.”
Harold’s lips tilted crookedly.
“Just tell me your real reason for coming.”
“You’re as cold as ever—no change there.”
Austin pouted slightly, seemingly displeased with Harold’s reaction, then his eyes abruptly turned serious.
After confirming no one was eavesdropping, he explained why he had personally come all the way to Duke Maximilian’s Mansion.
“Lately, Darius’s behavior has been suspicious.”
Darius Kaman Andreas.
Austin’s half-brother—born of an affair yet formally recognized by the Emperor as the only legitimate child outside the main royal line.
Normally, children of concubines weren’t acknowledged as royalty; the fact that this unspoken rule had been broken showed just how deeply the Emperor favored him.
To be precise, it was Darius’s mother, Marchioness Ariand, whom the Emperor truly cherished.
Rumors even suggested that if the Empress’s family held less influence or if Austin failed in his duties, the Emperor would place Darius on the throne instead—the Emperor’s favor toward them was that profound.
Moreover, Marchioness Ariand was greedy and cunning. Darius, having inherited those traits perfectly from his mother, harbored ambitions far beyond his station, leaving Austin no choice but to keep them in check.
“I’ve known for a while that the Second Prince’s actions have been suspicious.”
Unlike the grave Austin, Harold seemed indifferent. Frustrated by his friend’s apparent lack of concern, Austin sighed deeply and ran his hands through his hair.
“I know that too, but this time it’s really suspicious. He’s digging into something strange.”
“Something strange?”
Finally showing interest, Harold prompted him, and Austin nodded emphatically.
“That bastard is investigating House Viscount Benjamin.”
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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