Yooan gently traced the face of the man who, like her, had lived in pain every night.
The skin of the man, now devoid of his grotesque appearance, was smooth and almost transparently white.
It was unbelievable to Yooan that she had entered the tiger’s den on a whim of sympathy, but considering she would have been kicked out anyway, it might not have been a bad decision.
Panting heavily, Yooan stared at Klaud’s face for a long time, trying to clear her foggy mind.
‘I need to go back…’
Her body collapsed like a paper doll, overwhelmed by the terrible pain she had encountered after days.
He had no nightmares.
For the first time since the ninth bride entered the mansion, Klaud felt unusually light-headed. He frowned at the direct sunlight hitting his face.
…Did I open the curtains?
As he sat dazedly recalling the previous night’s events, the bedroom door burst open without warning.
Only one person would dare to do such a thing in this mansion.
“What’s all this noise about? Klaud, what on earth happened?”
It was Lancelot Rev. Pale as a sheet, as if he had seen a rat as big as a forearm in the stables.
Behind the hastily entering Lancelot, his brother and the eldest son of the Rev family, Edy Rev, entered.
Edy Rev, tall like Lancelot, crossed his arms and kept his mouth tightly shut. His caramel eyes behind the frameless glasses were clearly hardened, indicating that something serious had happened.
“What’s the commotion?”
“Hey, you look good? Eh? You were playing hard to get, and now you’re cuddling with a woman?”
“What?”
Klaud, surprised by Lancelot’s sudden commotion, frowned and got out of bed.
Irritably drawing the curtains again, he looked around the darkened room.
In the morning, the usually cluttered items were all in place. A chill ran down his spine.
“Last night, you consummated your marriage and reported it to the royal palace at dawn? Your ninth wife has decided to settle down here?”
“What?”
“The royal family has decided to fully acknowledge the ninth bride instead of looking for a tenth. They responded so quickly, it’s as if everyone was just waiting for your communication.”
The day after the nightmares that had started again since the ninth bride’s arrival had ended, Klaud found himself in a situation more nightmarish than the nightmares themselves.
“The butler pretended not to hear the noises coming from this room last night, and even the servants sleeping near the stairs were affected. Just how eventful was your night?”
As Lancelot teasingly chuckled, Klaud paced around the bedroom. Edy had been silently watching him with a serious expression since entering the room.
The foggy mind and stabbing headaches that plagued him every day were noticeably less intense and frequent this morning. Thus, recalling last night wasn’t too difficult with his clear head.
He remembered a familiar, pain-filled night, interrupted when the door suddenly opened, and a woman in a defenseless black and white dress entered.
Yooan Pelliase, the uninvited guest called his ninth bride.
‘I’ve been waiting for a long time for the consummation, but you didn’t come.’
Klaud’s fist slammed hard on the table.
His memory started to trickle back.
That unforgivable woman had picked his lock, entered his room, offered him a drink…
What happened next?
His hazy memories jumbled together.
Images of the woman’s nearly naked attire, her frightened face, himself throwing off his nightgown…
And then…
‘Prove your worth to me.’
‘Take it off.’
‘You’re enduring well, aren’t you?’
‘How about more? Shall I do more?’
Ridiculous lines that fueled the absurd rumors.
“Steward!”
At Klaud’s sharp yell, Butler Gustav hurried in, his face embarrassingly flushed.
Lancelot started whistling beside him.
Klaud growled, more irritable, “Why is your face so red, old man?”
“What? No, not at all.”
The experienced butler’s flushed face irked Klaud.
“Explain. What is this about?”
“What explanation…”
“The consummation proof.”
Gustav blinked and then lowered his voice.
Lancelot began humming, and Edy, already stone-faced, watched them. Gustav hesitated, wondering if it was appropriate to discuss such matters here, and then said something outrageous.
“Last night, you two shared a bed. This morning, the lady handed me the blood-stained bed linen, and I reported it directly to the royal palace.”
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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