Seduce With The Body Of An Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
Cassius couldn’t even hide his bitter laugh at his father’s words.
‘How long has it even been since you married, and you’re already telling me to take a mistress?’
Then again, it wasn’t as if it were surprising news.
After all, his father had taken multiple mistresses shortly after marrying his mother, always obsessed with producing heirs.
To him, Cassius was nothing more than another accessory of the imperial household.
He no longer cared what his father thought.
Yet, for the first time in a very long while, a pointless stubbornness surged fiercely from deep within his heart.
“Do you truly believe my heart would change over something as trivial as marriage?”
His voice carried no emotion, devoid of any rise or fall in tone.
So much time had passed that even regret and anger had become stale, ancient feelings.
Aside from a faint crease between his brows, the Emperor showed no other reaction.
It was an attitude of utter indifference—clearly stating he had no interest whatsoever in his son’s intentions.
“What a pathetic fool. Still unable to forget a dead woman.”
At his father’s words, dismissing Rachel as merely a dead woman, Cassius’s eyes burned red.
That man, who had clung to life in disgraceful fear of death, still preserved his body with elixirs.
And yet, he so casually declared Rachel’s disappearance a death—Rachel, who should still be in full bloom.
It was utterly revolting.
If only he could trade his father’s remaining lifespan for Rachel’s… Cassius scoffed calmly, entertaining such an absurd notion.
“A childless emperor is surely better than one who scatters countless illegitimate children whose numbers aren’t even recorded, earning a legacy as a debauched wastrel.”
The Emperor had once held the image of a dissolute heir, filling his court with numerous concubines.
Though it had been neatly framed as an effort to secure heirs, it remained an indelible mark in history.
At the crown prince’s audacious remark, deep wrinkles settled firmly between the Emperor’s brows.
In truth, had Cassius not been the sole surviving imperial grandson, the Emperor would never have placed him as crown prince.
Of all things, every illegitimate child he sired turned out to be a daughter.
In the Emperor’s eyes, Cassius was an unmanageable and burdensome son.
Whenever Cassius narrowed his eyes, the Emperor even doubted the boy was truly his own flesh and blood—an unsettling chill creeping through him.
Their relationship, which had at least maintained a surface-level peace, had completely shattered after Rachel’s disappearance.
The Emperor gazed at Cassius with a dissatisfied expression.
Just as expected—the boy had come to this state, still unable to let go of that dead woman.
That worthless woman—if she hadn’t already died, she’d have been killed anyway. Tch.
“It’s all for your sake.”
“For my sake?”
Cassius let out a mocking laugh, seemingly resigned to life, showing no trace of fear—even standing before the Emperor of an entire nation.
No matter their father-son bond, he had never before permitted such insolence.
The Emperor’s face twisted grotesquely.
“That’s enough. My tolerance for childish defiance ends right here.”
“…….”
“As one born into the imperial family, bearing heirs is also your destiny.”
“I will end that destiny myself.”
“What did you say?”
“How could I commit such foolishness as to bring another human into this world to suffer as I have?”
Cassius lifted one corner of his mouth and continued calmly, watching the Emperor’s trembling hand.
“You will never see an imperial heir.”
A furious punch slammed down, shattering part of the throne—rage pouring from the Emperor’s fist.
His bloodshot eyes, on the verge of collapse, met Cassius’s gaze.
“No matter how you struggle, you cannot escape your fate as a Wolfdor by blood.”
His father’s face flushed crimson with wrath, trembling violently.
Just sharing blood with such a man filled Cassius with revulsion.
It was only right to end this lineage with himself—his resolve hardened once more.
“Of course. How could I possibly defy Your Majesty, who still lives and breathes?”
For the first time, the Emperor’s face visibly contorted.
Yet even as he watched that expression, Cassius thought of only one thing.
‘How can I more effectively provoke my father’s temper?’
His thought process was brief—Cassius was swift and meticulous in analyzing his enemies.
“No matter how many wives I take, the Wolfdor bloodline will end.”
Deep cracks seemed to spread across the Emperor’s face. Cassius had expected at least some satisfaction from it, but now he felt absolutely nothing.
Unable to even collect his expression, the Emperor clutched his chest and shouted,
“One day, you too will understand me.”
“Don’t worry. Before such an unfortunate day arrives, this humble one shall take his leave from this world.”
“Crown Prince!”
The Emperor finally coughed violently, spitting out dark red blood with each fit.
In an instant, he made himself appear the victim.
Cassius was utterly sick of this entire situation.
Even so, the Emperor had dismissed all his attendants and persisted until he’d said his piece.
“I will take Lady Evelina of Winterdale as your consort.”
So that was why he’d gone in circles—to finally say this.
His father’s intentions were as clear as the palm of his hand.
“Do as you please.”
No matter how much he resisted, his father would move his pawns as he wished.
That had always been his political modus operandi.
And Cassius was no longer the powerless, naive crown prince he once was—he could easily break free if he chose.
But for now, he saw no reason to.
Taking a mistress would only provoke Vivian and Snowfell, and scratching their pride and honor was precisely what he wanted.
For a brief moment, Vivian’s final expression flashed through his mind.
Her fierce face, insisting she was a Wolfdor. Her resolute voice.
‘Even if I trample you this ruthlessly, could you still spout such lies about loving someone like me?’
Watching that woman’s face twist in humiliation would make for decent entertainment.
Letting the new mistress and Vivian clash fiercely, then expelling them both once Rachel returned—that would be a satisfying picture.
And watching the old Emperor die slowly, trapped in false hope that an heir might yet be born—wasn’t such a scenario perfectly fitting?
Thus, Cassius rose to his feet.
Without offering even a token bow to the Emperor, he turned abruptly and strode away rudely.
Bang—
He kicked the door open, his movements rougher than usual.
His face bore no discernible expression.
*
Even after returning to the Crown Princess’s quarters, an ominous premonition kept haunting his thoughts.
‘Why did the Emperor summon Cassius?’
Since meeting the Emperor had never brought anything good, worry came first.
It might seem odd to attach such gravity to a meeting between father and son, but I understood their relationship well.
They were far from an ordinary father and son who shared warm conversations.
As tangled thoughts swirled in my mind, Marianne approached.
“How shall we handle lunch?”
“Is it that time already?”
Too restless to be hungry, I barely felt any appetite.
Just as I was about to say I’d skip it, Marianne, sensing my mood, urged me again.
“I’ve prepared your favorite cream soup, olive steak, and canapés—please eat at least a little.”
She must have been worried, since I’d skipped breakfast too.
In the midst of all this, hearing such a considerate remark from within enemy lines felt oddly warm—grateful yet bitter.
Still, it would be rude not to go after she’d insisted so earnestly.
When I arrived at the Grazio Room, a feast fit for more than one person was set out.
It should have been a meal shared with Cassius, so she’d clearly gone to extra lengths.
Seeing the attendants clearing away the tableware, I realized Marianne must have set a place for Cassius too—only to have it removed upon my arrival.
‘Does Cassius even eat properly these days?’
Cassius’s anguished cries flooded my mind.
‘How long had you been like that? Every day since I left—was it always like this for you?’
The soup choked me, and I pushed it aside. Marianne spoke, her voice trembling.
“You really are too much. Last time, you even walked right past Her Highness without a word.”
Her heated voice brought Cassius’s retreating back to mind—the last time I saw him.
On my way back to the Crown Princess’s quarters, I’d keenly felt Cassius’s sharp gaze on me.
Thinking the Emperor would summon him immediately, I’d hurried out of the Crown Prince’s chambers—but my cumbersome dress slowed me down.
When I realized Cassius’s procession was approaching from behind, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
I’d hastened my steps, afraid he might think I was paying him special attention… Yet now, looking back, it hadn’t mattered at all.
Cassius had passed me by as if I were invisible.
Apparently, he’d decided to treat me as a ghost altogether.
Though I’d only seen his back the last time, I’d still sensed how gaunt he’d become.
Frustrating, pitiful, and yet tangled with something indescribable deep inside—my emotions twisted chaotically.
How could one person’s heart hold such conflicting feelings?
When I remembered you crying out, unable to forget me, I felt sorrow—but also gratitude that you hadn’t forgotten me despite my terrible choice. Yet every day, anxiety gnawed at me: what if I fail my contract and can’t save you?
My greatest enemy being my past self—how absurd was that?
The restless waves of thought didn’t shrink with each passing day—they only grew, snowballing into something larger.
The common belief that time heals all wounds was utterly false.
Just as false as the saying that love comes true when you see the first snow together.
As I gazed once more at the snow softly piling up on the ground, the day drifted slowly by.
*
Morning arrived again before I’d even noticed the passage of time.
A sharp sound pierced through the calm.
“His Grace the Duke has arrived.”
Cassius, whom I’d summoned, hadn’t come—yet another duke appeared.
Some people were simply born to give others headaches.
‘Has it really been so little time since his last visit…?’
That previous matter had been settled, so even Diarobe should have been lying low for a while.
Today held no scheduled meetings—why was he here again?
Marianne, likely aware of our strained father-daughter relationship, seemed visibly anxious.
“Let him in.”
Diarobe appeared almost instantly, his anger barely concealed as he huffed indignantly.
For a duke skilled at wearing masks, such open irritation must mean something serious had happened.
Once the attendants withdrew, his hostility turned even more blatant.
“What exactly are you doing?”
Face flushed scarlet, Diarobe pressed forward fiercely without even trying to calm himself.
“How could you fail to handle that one wretch, letting such nonsense reach my ears!”
“What’s happened?”
Diarobe, eyeing me as if I were hopeless, quickly continued.
“The Emperor has ordered the Crown Prince to take a mistress.”
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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