Seduce With The Body Of An Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3

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My mind was numb, overwhelmed by a dazed feeling.

Marriage… really?

Did Cassius really decide to go ahead with marrying Vivian?

‘Why would Cassius…?’

Duke Diarobe must have exerted pressure in his own way, but Cassius wasn’t the type to yield to that.

What he’d normally do was use the evidence he held against Diarobe to sabotage the marriage with Vivian altogether.

Of course, from my standpoint—needing the contract to go through—it was fortunate… but still.

‘Cassius, what on earth are you thinking?’

My train of thought was interrupted as Diarobe’s voice chimed in, as if answering me.

“Rachel, it’s already been seven years since that disappeared.”

“…….”

“After chasing after that dead thing like a madman all this time, he’s finally come to his senses.”

Diarobe couldn’t hide his satisfaction at the news that consent for the marriage had been granted.

But soon after, his expression turned stern as he issued a warning.

“You are destined to become Empress—keep your wits about you.”

“…….”

“Don’t go spouting nonsense and ruin everything.”

His gaze, pressing for a reply, was distinctly domineering.

It was probably best to obediently respond for now. Lowering my eyes submissively, I looked up at him.

“Don’t worry.”

Only then did Diarobe vanish outside, wearing a satisfied smile.

*

Diarobe didn’t show his face again afterward.

One thing was certain: the publicly known father-daughter relationship within Snowfell was entirely false.

From my perspective, that was actually fortunate—just seeing that repulsive face made me want to draw my sword.

Within the ducal household, silence was strictly enforced, and only the head maid Marianne came to see me.

She seemed to believe I’d developed amnesia and diligently drilled countless details into me without omission.

With each passing day, I became a more perfect “Vivian Snowfell.”

The Snowfell family motto, customs, Vivian’s usual manner of speech… absurd things were being implanted into my mind.

I could guess why Diarobe went to such lengths—to mold me into a flawless Snowfell.

If it were ever revealed that Vivian’s mind wasn’t sound, it would jeopardize her becoming crown princess.

Apparently, to Diarobe, the title of crown princess mattered more than the well-being of his daughter, who had hovered between life and death for years.

To some extent, I even understood why Vivian had gone madly desperate to become crown princess.

Of course, that didn’t mean I forgave her.

The unnecessarily lavish, solitary room only intensified my loneliness.

Yet one fact gave me relief.

Cassius was alive and well.

But whenever I found comfort in that heavy truth, a wave of doubt always surged in its wake.

‘Have you forgotten me by now?’

For the sake of the mission I had to fulfill—and for his sake too—I hoped he’d completely forgotten me.

So that his suffering might lessen, even just a little.

Again and again, even today, I wished for it.

*

After the marriage was publicly announced, Cassius threw himself even more into his work.

His hardened expression and pale complexion looked nothing like someone about to be married—it resembled a man being dragged to the gallows.

Tikan grew increasingly worried as he watched his lord.

Precisely because of that, he couldn’t understand why his lord had suddenly changed course.

Cassius had meticulously prepared for the upcoming High Nobles’ Council.

He even held leverage strong enough to silence the major nobles—there was no need to heed their opinions.

Yet…

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‘He approved marriage with Snowfell?’

For the first time, Tikan voiced his question toward his lord, who had so abruptly changed his mind.

“What are you thinking, my lord?”

Cassius, lying back with one arm draped over his forehead, lazily lowered his eyes and murmured,

“I plan to tear Snowfell apart.”

“What?”

Marrying Lady Vivian while intending to tear Snowfell apart? It made no sense.

Puzzled, Tikan quietly studied Cassius’s face.

In an instant, a faint, cryptic smirk surfaced on Cassius’s lips.

“There’s nothing more painful than falling from a great height.”

With a soft *tap tap*, he flipped over the hourglass he’d been tapping.

In truth, Snowfell had been the root of all this tragedy from beginning to end.

If Snowfell hadn’t falsely accused Rosemary of treason, he wouldn’t be living on borrowed time, nor would he have had to push Rachel away.

And she wouldn’t have vanished, leaving his heart torn to shreds.

With so little life remaining anyway, Cassius resolved to stake everything on witnessing Snowfell’s ruin.

*

Time whirled by—seemingly slow yet passing swiftly—amidst tangled thoughts.

Over the past few days, I’d learned something new about this body.

Scattered across it were several scars beyond the ones I’d previously seen.

Most were on hidden areas like the back, apparently never exposed to the outside.

Thinking back, Vivian had insisted on wearing long-sleeved dresses even in hot weather, as if deliberately concealing them.

During her crown princess training, renowned foreign healers were brought in to treat the marks, but they couldn’t erase them completely.

Most striking was the wound across her left wrist.

‘Could Vivian have tried to kill herself?’

The question arose, but no easy answer came.

Even when I occasionally asked the head maid, she only ever replied that the scars were from childhood monster attacks.

‘These clearly aren’t wounds caused by monsters…’

Given my extensive research on monsters, I could tell that much at a glance.

The unsettling details kept my thoughts circling.

But no matter how much I pondered, nothing concrete stood out.

The Vivian I’d known was the worst of villains—certainly no one who’d meekly suffer injustice.

Just recalling how she’d sent Rosemary’s people to the wastelands of Iergo out of obsession with Cassius still made my teeth grind.

‘If she’d only pushed me away, I might’ve dismissed it as mere spoiled nobility…’

But she’d schemed to drive out the entire Rosemary family.

The idea that someone like her could ever be victimized felt utterly absurd.

And yet…

Though tangled thoughts arose, I quickly shook them off.

I had no time to dwell on such things now.

The wedding was already at hand.

*

As the ceremony drew nearer, my anxiety swelled like a snowball.

‘Can I really seduce Cassius with this body?’

[D – 6

Now that I’ve become Vivian, I’m finally having the wedding I couldn’t as Rachel.

It’s laughable.

Since becoming Vivian, nothing’s been good—except for this one thing.

Because I’ll get to see you every day, Cassius.

D – 5

Last night, I had a nightmare.

One where you looked at me with utter contempt.

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Suddenly, I wonder—

What expression will you wear when you see me?

That day you confessed to me,

I could only imagine a trembling wedding…

Could you please come to my dream tonight with a smile?

D – 4

There truly is no hell like this.

The dreadful symbols we once cursed now cover every wall.

The hardest to bear is the mirror.

Seeing my reflection fills me with such horror, I feel the urge to shatter it.

Could you really marry someone like this, Cassius?

The only thing keeping me sane is knowing you’re still living on borrowed time.

D – 3

I even doubt whether it’s right for me to marry you.

Are you living well right now?

It’s absurd of me to ask this after making such a selfish choice.

I can so clearly picture you foolishly searching the entire empire for me—

I can’t even delude myself into thinking you’re doing well.

It’s a night when I miss you.

D – 2

The dream repeats again.

You’re looking at me with contempt.

But since you’re alive, maybe I shouldn’t call it a nightmare.

After all, you’re alive and looking at me.

That’s enough.

D – 1

I both want to see you and don’t want to.

Useless anxiety floods in as the wedding approaches.

What if I fail to complete the contract?

What if I can’t save you?

D – 0]

At last, the wedding day dawned.

The time had come where I had no choice but to accept that I was Vivian.

Marianne, the head maid, gleefully fastened an extravagantly ornate necklace around my neck, nearly straining it.

“When His Highness sees you like this, he’ll be utterly smitten with you, my lady.”

In the mirror sat Vivian, beautifully adorned.

No matter how many times I looked, I couldn’t get used to this appearance—but setting aside my distaste, her beauty was undeniably striking.

Unlike my former self, often described as pure and gentle, these eyes were vividly glamorous and haughtily feline.

With the elaborate dress and tiara, her beauty was magnified.

But even so, Cassius would never come to love Vivian just because of Marianne’s words.

Staring at my reflection, I felt even more certain.

‘If even I feel sick just looking at myself, how must you feel?’

Chains of despair tightly bound my heart.

*

Countless guests gathered to celebrate the Empire of Wolfdor’s first great joy in decades.

Yet the groom himself failed to appear for a long while.

Restlessness rippled through the audience.

“I saw the bride waiting a moment ago.”

“It seems His Highness still hasn’t come out.”

“Could it be that His Highness isn’t pleased with this marriage?”

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