Chapter 6. Turned Away at the Door
2023.10.06.
Marquis Rev recalled that dreadful day as he faced Clade, then lowered his eyes again with a complicated heart.
Clade let out a faint smile under that gaze slowly dropping to the floor.
“Thank you for your answer.”
“Who could possibly understand Your Highness’s suffering? Just don’t forget that there are still those like me who continue to follow you.”
Clade turned away, staggering toward the bed located in the darkest corner, leaving behind Marquis Rev’s desperate voice.
Having tossed and turned in agony all night, this was now the only time Clade could even close his eyes to rest.
“When you leave, tell my ninth wife to return at once. That’s her only chance to survive. Tell her it’s the first and last advice her husband will ever give.”
“Your Highness.”
“She’ll either die alone or run away again anyway. Why should I bring an outsider into my home?”
Clade snapped irritably as he rolled over.
His golden hair, shadowed and dim, softly scattered across the white pillow.
“Why must I again witness someone’s death right before my eyes?”
A voice, close to a muttered soliloquy, drifted from the back of his golden head still facing the wall.
“…That’s just how utterly sick of it all I am.”
***
Marquis Mosan Rev left the mansion with a heavy, troubled step.
A single carriage, denied entry at the gate, stood alone.
And before it stood a small girl, wearing furry ear warmers and a thin woolen cloak.
Beneath her calmly hanging black hair, a red, frozen face stared at him.
Though her posture and facial lines were mature, her plump cheeks and downturned eyes beneath thick lashes still radiated a distinctly childish innocence.
She looked far younger than expected.
It was a situation that naturally drew a sigh.
“Glory be to the noble House of Euphris, unblemished and eternal.”
Even as a deposed prince, Clade was undeniably the legitimate heir of the imperial family.
Marquis Rev, it was said, had once knelt and bowed his head before Clade’s wife, the deposed crown princess.
“I am Mosan Rev of the Rev family. Please call me Marquis Rev.”
Rev.
That was the late Empress’s family name.
Yuan mentally traced the name she had read in old newspapers.
Rev was one of the most respected families in the country.
The noblest of nobles—righteous and incorruptible.
A founding statesman who aided the first Emperor in establishing this nation.
A distinguished house that had produced several empresses throughout the centuries-long history of the Euphris dynasty.
Just moments ago, Marquis Companni, who had received a message via carrier pigeon, told her someone would come out soon, then hastily departed.
And now, the person who finally appeared was not even a butler, but the deposed prince’s maternal uncle—
The head of the Rev family.
Yuan looked up once more, with a tense expression, past Marquis Rev’s shoulder at the dark mansion that made her breath catch in her throat.
At last, she was seeing him.
The man who had witnessed Louise’s final moments.
The one person who might answer the questions no one else had about Louise’s death.
And now, also the only remaining family she had.
“Um… am I going inside now?”
“I’m truly sorry, Your Highness, but I believe it would be best for you to return to your parental home for now.”
Stunned by the sudden rejection at the door, Yuan held her breath for a moment.
Sorry. Parental home. Return.
She rolled the three words around in her mind and mouth before finally exhaling.
“Why?”
Return? Return where?
As her pitch-black eyes trembled fiercely, Marquis Rev quickly glanced around.
Confirming that no attendants or maids from the Pelliese family had been assigned to her, he faltered briefly, then quickly regained composure.
After all, no parent would willingly send their precious daughter here.
His troubled heart grew heavier.
“I’m well aware of the rumors circulating about His Highness Clade. But Your Highness, he is neither a monster nor a lecher—he is simply a sick man. He is not in a stable condition to welcome a partner. It would be wiser to wait until the imperial family sends further word.”
The marquis watched as the woman’s complexion darkened with each word he spoke.
Usually, it was the opposite.
Similar situations had occurred before—each time, the brides had left in relief, forming processions back to their homes without hesitation.
This woman, though she hadn’t even seen Clade yet, already looked terrified and fragile, as if she might collapse at any moment.
“…What if I say I don’t want to go?”
But after trembling for a long while, her voice emerged surprisingly firm.
Clasping her red, frozen hands together, she shivered as she clearly stated her will.
“I won’t go back. I’ll stay here.”
Faced with this response, entirely unlike any he’d seen before, Marquis Rev was momentarily so flustered he could only gape.
The girl, as if giving him no time to recover, quickly continued.
“I haven’t formally married, but I heard the imperial family has already designated me as the next bride. Then isn’t this black… this mansion a place I’m allowed to enter? Isn’t this now my home?”
Her words were logical, yet they overlooked the most crucial fact—that the master of this black mansion was Clade Euphris.
Which meant that logic simply didn’t apply here.
Marquis Mosan Rev began to genuinely worry for this seemingly naive and frightened young lady.
“I’ll wait until that person… my husband… comes out himself.”
Yuan firmly closed her mouth after saying this. The small jawbone beneath her ear twitched once before settling back into place.
She deliberately ignored Marquis Rev’s worried gaze, stubbornly staring straight ahead.
After all, returning meant either suffering unbearably, or suffering so much she’d wish to die.
Either way, anywhere would be better than that hell.
Even if it meant standing before this unfamiliar mansion, rejected at the door by her husband.
Seeing Yuan’s seemingly desperate determination, Marquis Mosan Rev gestured helplessly toward the mansion’s entrance.
A servant came running toward them from a distance.
Without shifting his gaze from Yuan, Marquis Rev instructed the servant to summon Clade.
Then he immediately told another servant to bring his carriage.
It was unfortunate for the new deposed crown princess, but he had no intention of accompanying this naive girl on her stubborn journey.
Yuan Pelliese, the ninth bride, would surely flee in terror of Clade, just as the others had, and the imperial family would soon send a tenth bride.
And once Clade appeared in person, she’d be so frightened she’d run away barefoot.
‘Just as they all have before.’
Marquis Rev lowered his head slightly, feeling a faint pity for the frail new bride.
Yuan deliberately pretended not to notice as he bowed and stepped away.
She simply kept her hands clasped together, waiting for someone else—someone who would take her— to emerge from that mansion.
***
“What are you standing around waiting for? You’re making me nervous—just sit down already.”
“How am I supposed to calm down after days have passed with no sign of her? To be dismissed like that in front of so many people, then not a single message? What kind of shame is this for our family!”
“She’ll come back on her own eventually. This time, I won’t let it go so easily. I’ll make her kneel in the snow until her joints freeze solid and she can’t even walk—then she’ll never think of running away again. Where does she think she’s going, chasing after him, chasing after him like that!”
“W-well, maybe she’s too weak and scared, turned the carriage around halfway and is already rushing back here!”
“You think I’d forgive her so easily!”
Count Pelliese tapped his feet restlessly on the sofa as he spoke to his countess.
This had been going on for days.
At first, the entire family had been furious over Yuan’s escape, which had turned their household upside down and utterly disgraced them.
It had been humiliating that Marquis Companni’s soldiers had ransacked their entire estate, and they couldn’t even protest.
Moreover, Yuan, who had always been obedient, had for the first time looked them straight in the eye, said her piece, and walked out—leaving the Pelliese household momentarily stunned and speechless.
Yet unlike Regina, who openly laughed saying she felt relieved, as if a toothache had finally been pulled, and unlike Frederic, who had initially joined in the anger only because his parents were furious, but was otherwise no different from Regina—
The Count and Countess Pelliese, who had relied on Yuan’s help to manage household affairs, were gradually growing anxious over their niece’s behavior—five days gone with not a single message.
“Ah, I only did it for her own good. Isn’t that right? Where exactly is Roxenheart? And that black mansion? It’s a place with long winters and a desert right beside it. A poor, remote territory—how does she expect to live as the bride of that monstrous deposed prince? She should consider herself lucky her sister ended up there, not question it!”
The more Count Pelliese dwelled on it, the angrier he became, fanning his face in agitation.
Frederic, who had been indifferent, thinking it ridiculous to get so worked up over the departure of one insignificant girl, soon began speaking without tact.
“The deposed prince is still royal blood, isn’t he? If we become related to the imperial family, won’t it help us advance in rank? Anyway, that Roxenheart estate—or whatever it’s called—belongs to the deposed prince. Maybe he’ll grant us some portion of it.”
Frederic gulped down wine straight from the bottle he’d brought from the wine cellar.
To him, Yuan was merely an annoying cousin—nothing more, nothing less.
If her marriage could bring advancement, there was no reason not to accept it.
“What’s so different between Yuan and Louise? Sending her off was for the best, wasn’t it? Good riddance. If that girl’s lucky, we’ll gain favor. Right, Regina?”
Count Pelliese swallowed his frustration, unable to shout that Yuan possessed the Pelliese ability—how could that be a stupid thing to say?
That ability was a secret known only to himself, the family head, and Yuan—excluding the late Louise. He was nearly driven mad by the helplessness.
Without Yuan, they could no longer receive the stream of wealthy visitors arriving at Pelliese with gold-laden gifts.
They were currently blocking visitors under the excuse that they were taking a short break—but what if, by any chance, Yuan never returned home?
Just imagining the flood of complaints from powerful figures who had made ‘special’ medical appointments years in advance, and the investment funds that were supposed to arrive, sent chills down his spine.
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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