Seduce With The Body Of An Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Since the groom and bride couldn’t enter separately, Vivian, who had arrived first, naturally found herself waiting for a long time.
Being forced to stand outside the ceremony hall, burdened with such heavy tiaras on her head, was quite an ordeal.
The corset squeezed her so tightly it felt as if it were suffocating her heart, and Vivian’s complexion gradually grew paler.
In truth, leaving the bride standing like this was an extremely humiliating act.
Yet she herself showed no sign of disturbance, as though completely unfazed—as if nothing were amiss.
Unable to suppress her anger at Vivian’s visibly precarious state, Marianne finally spoke up.
“You’ve gone too far. How can you make the bride wait this long?”
Even in this situation, Vivian maintained her calm composure, as though it had nothing to do with her.
‘He must dislike me.’
She hadn’t expected the wedding to go smoothly anyway, so she felt no shock.
Still, it puzzled her.
‘If he intended to treat me this way, why did Cassius allow this marriage to proceed? Was his real aim just to take out his anger?’
After all, there was no way he would have agreed to marry under normal circumstances.
If enduring this humiliation could somehow ease Cassius’s pain, she was ready to bear anything.
Even standing here waiting for hours on end.
While resignedly awaiting Cassius, murmurs continuously rose from inside the hall.
She didn’t need to see it to know.
‘Everyone must be gossiping about me and Cassius.’
Among them, Diarobe Snowfell was surely breaking into a cold sweat, scrambling to preserve his dignity.
And her father…
The name “Siron Rosemary” on the guest list lingered vividly in Vivian’s mind.
‘I thought he wouldn’t come…’
She couldn’t even begin to imagine how her father must feel, seeing another house’s daughter standing in his own daughter’s place at her wedding.
Yet she could guess why he had come all this way.
Her father had cared deeply for Cassius.
Cassius, who would do anything for her, was a man hard to find fault with.
She suddenly recalled how her usually reserved father had praised Cassius more fervently than anyone else.
‘If Father hadn’t come today, they’d surely be rehashing the whole affair between Cassius and Rosemary again.’
That would undoubtedly harm Cassius—especially now, when rumors about that matter were already rampant.
Standing before the hall’s entrance, I stared firmly at the closed doors, made my decision, and spoke.
“Open the door.”
“What? But….”
The attendant, unable to utter the words “Cassius hasn’t arrived yet,” reluctantly opened the door under Vivian’s resolute gaze.
As the doors swung open, every eye turned toward me.
Duke Diarobe, whose expression had just softened in anticipation of the wedding march, visibly scowled upon seeing his daughter standing alone.
The duke, struggling to hide his trembling fury, fixed me with a sharp, seething glare.
Given his intense pride, this reaction was exactly what I’d expected.
Which made my own satisfaction all the harder to conceal.
Of course, opening the door wasn’t merely about humiliating Diarobe.
In a dim corner opposite Diarobe’s seat sat my father, Siron Rosemary.
As expected, no one sat near him.
In reality, it made more sense for guests to curry favor with the Snowfell family than with the disgraced Rosemarys.
Everyone knew Diarobe had deliberately seated himself far away, yet no one could fault him for it.
After all, in current noble society, the Snowfells—Vivian’s family—were the true power, soon to produce an empress.
Thus, my father was undoubtedly an awkward presence among the nobles right now.
Though many pitied him or brought him up in conversation, that was as far as it went.
That was precisely why I’d thrown the doors open.
I wanted to spare him, even briefly, from the shame of all those prying eyes.
It was all I could do for him now.
Through the open doorway, I slowly took in my father’s profile.
Deepened wrinkles, an empty gaze weighed down by bitterness, drooping shoulders…
Left utterly alone, he radiated profound loneliness.
His hollow eyes, as if he’d lost everything in the world, stared blankly into space without noticing anyone around him.
His dry, brittle face held not a single tear—it seemed he had none left to shed.
‘While I was gone, those left behind must have been burning in hell.’
I’d believed this was the only way to save him, but now that the moment had come, weakness stirred in my heart.
The only comfort was the distance between us—if I’d been closer, they’d have caught me with tears in my eyes.
All I wanted was to run to him right then and shout that I was Rachel, his daughter.
But acting rashly now would bring only one consequence: death, for breaking the contract.
The emotions I’d deliberately ignored over the past few days surged uncontrollably within me.
Of course, I didn’t regret this choice. After all, Cassius had given me back time and life itself.
Yet thinking of my family, condemned to live in hell from now on, made my heart sink heavily within my chest.
Never had I felt so bitterly helpless—unable to do anything but watch.
‘If only Tikan could have stayed by Father’s side…’
As Cassius’s personal guard, my younger brother bore a critical duty today.
Naturally, Father would never have permitted him to abandon his post for his own sake.
Silently weeping tears of blood in my heart, I whispered words he couldn’t hear.
“Father, I’m sorry.”
My tear-filled thoughts rose like mist in my mind.
‘I’ll survive, and I’ll come see you.’
If I fulfilled the Contractor’s conditions, the curse would lift, and my family and lover would all return to how they once were.
Therefore, I had to succeed. My resolve took firm root and surged within me.
*
Cassius finally entered the ceremony hall after a long while.
Only when he made his appearance did the hall’s deafening murmurs finally subside.
I placed my hand on the arm he formally extended, and we began our procession down the aisle.
Despite our physical closeness, the distance between us felt uncomfortably vast.
His unrealistically handsome face, accentuated by its characteristic vacant eyes, bore no expression—sharp features revealing nothing of his thoughts.
One thing alone was certain:
He had no will whatsoever to enter this marriage.
Cassius’s face was so deathly pale it seemed he might collapse at any moment.
‘I used resurrection magic to save him, so his body should have recovered by now.’
Yet his translucent pallor was impossible to hide, no matter how hard he tried.
His ruined face—half-broken by inner torment—spoke of profound suffering.
On his finger sat the ring I shared with him.
Even in this moment, your refusal to let me go filled me with gratitude—and sorrow.
From now on, Cassius, what I must erase from you is my past.
‘Will I be able to do it? Can I really take that ring from your finger? Can I truly erase myself from you?’
I quickly cast aside my doubts.
This was something I simply had to accomplish—questioning it would only cloud my mind further.
At last, we reached the end of the aisle.
The officiating high priest declared clearly,
“Join hands, bride and groom, as a pledge of eternal commitment.”
Cassius’s gaze was so fierce I worried he might refuse.
He wouldn’t have agreed to the marriage at all if that were his intention… yet he looked dangerously unsteady.
After a brief, tense silence, he slowly turned toward me and extended his hand.
Only then did my breath finally release, my legs nearly buckling. Such a small gesture had demanded so much tension—and now I was supposed to seduce him? A bitter smile escaped me.
Carefully steadying myself, I gently placed my hand atop his. A cold sensation ran through my fingertips.
Even without looking at him, I felt his intense presence surge through me like an electric current.
Though I’d watched over Cassius for so long, I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking now.
His tightly closed lips carried an emotionless chill utterly unfitting for a wedding hall.
*
Walking down the pure white aisle, I felt the nobles’ sharp eyes pierce through me.
After all, anyone with eyes could sense the atmosphere—this was a marriage utterly devoid of love.
The groom arriving late, his face devoid of smiles, his pale complexion… even his ice-cold expression evoked not a wedding, but a battlefield.
Every detail confirmed it without fail.
Amid this scene, the nobles naturally recalled Rachel Rosemary.
“Could it be His Highness still can’t forget Lady Rachel?”
“I’ve even heard rumors he’s still searching for Lady Rachel…”
“Nonsense. If that were true, why would he marry Lady Vivian?”
“Perhaps the Snowfell family discovered His Highness’s weakness.”
Given the awkward situation, even the officiating high priest—and all the nobles—were on edge, carefully watching each other. Only after the ceremony concluded swiftly, thanks to the high priest’s tact, did everyone finally exhale in relief.
*
Cassius, who had refused to look at me throughout the ceremony with a rigid expression, hurried back to the Crown Prince’s palace the moment it ended. Tikan swiftly followed after him.
Seeing Tikan’s helpless, flustered look—the unmistakable expression of blood kin—I realized he hadn’t foreseen this outcome either.
The post-ceremony reception, now devoid of its main guest, instantly turned noisy.
Though everyone remained cautious with the Snowfells still present, they were surely gossiping behind my back about my relationship with Cassius.
Given that Cassius had arrived late and left earlier than anyone else, the rumors circulating were all too obvious.
Staying here longer would only draw more attention to me—it was clear I needed to escape this stifling place quickly.
Whether from tension since yesterday or sheer disappointment, my exhaustion was overwhelming.
I’d been walking blindly until I spotted my father—and stopped.
Ah. He was still here at the reception.
His eyes stared blankly at the orchestra, as if waiting for the next piece to begin.
‘He’s cautious—he’s probably waiting for a quiet moment to slip away unnoticed. I’ll just hold on until he leaves.’
I didn’t believe my presence here would change anything, yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave him behind.
As I stood my ground, noble ladies approached one by one to greet me.
Their greetings were laced with flattery disguised as politeness.
Though they likely cursed the Snowfells inwardly for their cruelty, their efforts to maintain composure were admirable.
Of course, I held no ill will toward them—such was the nature of high society.
After exchanging measured smiles and pleasantries for a while, Duke Diarobe—evidently straining to uphold his dignity among the nobles—approached me.
Though he smiled, I could already guess what venom lay beneath.
As the nobles tactfully withdrew upon the duke’s approach, he feigned a benevolent smile and spat out his poison.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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