Please Break Up with Me, I Beg! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1
Everything was a lie. A bitterly sweet illusion.
Litania realized she had been profoundly mistaken.
She thought the cruel, ferocious dragon had become a tender lover because she had possessed the heroine. She thought she had changed the miserable original story.
The moments they walked by the lake, rode horses, danced joyfully, and shared love—she believed they were the path to a happy ending not found in the original.
That was a mistake. She should have doubted it.
She should have known the miserable original, which ended with the heroine’s death from inability to endure the mad dragon’s love, could not so easily become a happy tale.
“You say you love me… then why did you deceive me?”
Mud rose from beneath her collapsing feet, swallowing her ankles. Upon that thickly rising fear, resentment slowly grew.
“You built me such a beautiful castle, made loyal servants care for me, spoke to me tenderly, kissed me, held me…”
It was a beautifully crafted model garden.
As he placed her inside this model garden and watched her wander like a toy, what did Orbis think?
Did he believe that because she believed the illusion was real and found happiness in it, he was making her happy?
Did he think this was love?
“Orbis, you cannot love someone this way. This isn’t love.”
“I love you, Litania.”
Ha. A hollow laugh slipped out.
“I should have realized sooner.”
Just as a non-human being cannot become human by imitating humans, a human cannot possibly understand a non-human being.
Litania turned toward the door. The watery sheen on the floor glowed coolly, wrapping around her muddy feet.
“Litania!”
Orbis called out urgently.
“No, Litania. If you pass through that door… you will no longer be of this world.”
I know.
That’s why I’m going.
“You see, Orbis… if you hadn’t loved me, I would have held onto hope.”
She would have hoped that loving her would change him.
“But you do love me. And yet you do this.”
He was the kind of man who could commit such cruel deception upon the woman he loved without hesitation.
The kind of man capable of such love.
“My love for you is too suffocating… horrifying. I can’t bear it.”
“No, Litania. Don’t go.”
Orbis pleaded with Litania, yet dared not approach her. Perhaps some deeply ingrained memory held his ankles fast.
How many cruel partings had he repeated?
“Litania, please stay by my side. I will do anything for you…”
“Anything?”
Litania set down the small bundle of blood in her arms. She gazed down at the squirming form with a bleak expression.
All those happy memories had been dreams. All this sorrow and despair was reality.
She could no longer endure it. She wished instead to become an illusion, dissolving like smoke.
“Orbis. If you truly can do anything for me, won’t you at least grant me this one request?”
Litania swallowed her tears and lifted her head. She expected her voice to tremble, yet to her surprise, she spoke calmly.
“Let me go, please.”
“Gasp!”
The woman, awakened from sleep, struggled desperately to regain her composure.
The unfamiliar ceiling above her. She wore a light, ethereal schmuez dress such as one might see in a romance fantasy novel or webtoon.
No matter how she looked, it was another world, another landscape.
“Mirror, mirror!”
The woman swiftly rose from bed, pushed back the canopy, and dashed to the vanity.
Her familiar face stared back from the large mirror.
“My face…? Is this…?”
Twisted chestnut hair, pale skin, round eyes slightly upturned.
It was unmistakably her own face.
But there was one difference.
‘My iris is pink.’
At the sight of an eye color impossible for an ordinary person, she instinctively understood.
She had possessed another’s body.
‘Then this place… is it inside a romance fantasy novel?’
The scenery felt familiar, yet impossible to place in any specific era or nation. It would be astonishing if it weren’t a romance fantasy novel.
Just before falling asleep, she had been celebrating a holiday, indulging in every romance fantasy novel she could find. Was this not the perfect condition for possession?
‘Whom have I possessed? The villainess who torments the heroine and gets punished? The dying younger sister of the mastermind? A background extra?’
But why is my face unchanged? If I was going to be possessed, wouldn’t it make more sense to give me golden or silver hair—or even the trendy, beautiful pink hair?
Fortunately, thanks to fragmented memories remaining in the possessed body, she immediately knew her name.
“Litania.”
It means prayer or hope.
It was not a common name, but neither was it wildly unique.
‘Besides, the name alone tells me nothing.’
She couldn’t even recall the protagonist’s name from the novel she read yesterday. How could she possibly tell if this was the name of a villain, a mastermind, or an extra?
‘Calm down. Calm down. In possession stories, you usually end up in the most recent novel you read.’
Litania tried to recall the most recent novel she had read. But nothing came to mind.
Because.
She had been cycling through all fifty novels displayed on the event banner, refreshing every hour.
‘Which novel have I been possessed in…?’
The Emperor felt his insides dry up. He had no idea how to handle the man before him.
In the afternoon-lit reception hall, the man sat calmly gazing out the window, despite the Emperor’s presence, lifting his teacup and sipping tea without removing his white gloves.
His appearance was remarkably delicate—his honey-colored blonde hair loosely tied, in stark contrast to his neatly buttoned attire up to the neck.
Beneath his long eyelashes, his blue eyes mirrored the color of early summer skies, and his thin, red lips as he sipped tea seemed almost hypnotic.
At a glance, he appeared like a youthful teenager; upon closer inspection, his gaze carried the depth of a man nearing thirty—a profoundly mysterious presence.
Yet, sadly, those who faced him could not simply admire his appearance.
They were utterly overwhelmed by his strange, unearthly aura.
The sound of the curtains, fluttering gently in the breeze, returning to their orderly positions, was unnaturally loud.
The servants lined along the walls dared not breathe deeply, their eyes darting nervously.
The floral scent, which should have felt refreshing, now felt suffocatingly thick.
Sweat beads gathered at the nape of their necks, trickling slowly down their spines.
When one servant could no longer hold back and swallowed audibly, the man set his teacup down upon its saucer.
“Spring is here.”
Though spoken casually, the softness of his voice allowed the servants to finally exhale. Their faces flushed with tension, they anxiously glanced at the Emperor’s feet.
The Emperor, equally tense, clenched his fists until his knuckles stiffened. He forcibly uncurled them and grasped the teacup—his fingers trembling, unable to lift it.
The man glanced briefly at the Emperor’s shaking hand, brushed the rim of his own teacup with his gloved hand, and leaned back in his chair.
“The spring festival is soon, isn’t it?”
“…Yes, it is.”
“During the day, decorated carts parade through the city, and in the evening, a ball is held.”
The man recited the spring festivities with a relaxed tone, entirely devoid of threat.
But even this gentle, poetic demeanor was insufficient to loosen the rigid, wooden bodies of those around him.
The servants desperately stared at their master, seeking relief from the crushing tension. The Emperor abandoned the tea to moisten his throat, lifting his head to meet the man’s gaze.
“Will you… attend the ball?”
“Would that be unacceptable?”
“Of course not! But—”
The Emperor forced himself to calm his churning stomach and spoke with a dry tongue.
“It is a gathering of humans. I doubt the Divine Dragon would find it enjoyable.”
“That is fine. I am not interested in the ball.”
The man’s eyes, the color of the highest sky, narrowed slightly.
One more noble than the Emperor.
The symbol of the Beriverbium Empire.
Called the Imperial Guardian, yet truly an unpredictable being who merely dallies with humans, capable of reducing their world to ruin at any moment.
The Divine Dragon, Orbis, smiled faintly.
“A person.”
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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“So I don’t even know if I’m possessed in the heroine’s or the villainess’s body
It’s sad that her fist thought is thinking who she possessed instead of her life/love ones on earth before she transmigate.
That’s how noble society worked.
Of course, their society was so cruel that even if a pregnant woman miscarried in front of them, they would throw her out into the street.
Only an obsession—nothing else—could explain his mad belief that if everyone els
I understood why, when he met her, he asked if she was able to speak in the early chapters.
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I hope she learns her lesson from that day and doesn’t think about entering the tower
Umm, things have gotten even more embarrassing. I don’t know what to say. (T∀T)
Their relationship has developed fairly well and smoothly, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they truly fell in love, but I’m afraid something bad might happen at the festival.