Seduce With The Body Of An Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
After returning to the Crown Prince’s palace, Cassius devoted himself entirely to his duties throughout the entire day.
To an outside observer, his demeanor seemed so excessively rational that it was hard to believe he was the same man who had pressured Vivian so harshly.
Soon, his guard Tikan approached Cassius—who had spent the night wide awake—and reported on official matters.
Throughout the entire report, Cassius repeated the same phrase over and over.
“Do it that way.”
His blank expression was so devoid of emotion that one might doubt he was even listening.
He had been like this ever since leaving the Crown Princess’s palace. The problem must have stemmed from whatever happened there.
Eventually, Tikan could no longer hold back and asked Cassius directly.
“Do you regret marrying Her Highness?”
At Tikan’s words, Cassius pressed firmly against his temples.
Suddenly, the image of that woman—trembling yet staring straight at him—flashed through his mind.
Until the very moment she had rushed toward him with her usual brazenness, trying to undress him herself, she had truly seemed like herself.
But then, the instant she climbed onto the bed, she just sat there trembling.
Just remembering the way she had looked at him—as if he were some despicable scoundrel—made his stomach turn.
“Regret? What’s there to regret or not regret? It was a marriage destined to be annulled anyway.”
Regret? Nonsense. In truth, this should have been cause for joy.
The more Vivian’s face twisted in pain, the deeper Snowfell sank into hell—the more exhilaration would blossom within him.
For him, whose sole reason for living had become vengeance, nothing else mattered anymore.
“If the damn heavens have even a shred of conscience, they’ll at least allow me to rip out the Snowfell bloodline before I die.”
He had handed Vivian, that presumptuous woman who dared imagine herself Empress, a momentary taste of sweet honey through this marriage.
Now it was time to take it all away.
He fully intended to let her experience firsthand just how vile it felt to plummet from the highest peak.
‘If I exact the cruelest revenge upon the true mastermind behind all this, perhaps my end will feel just a little bit satisfying.’
If only I could offer that final moment as a gift to you, Rachel.
Every time he envisioned the audience in his fantasies, Rachel was always there.
He hoped with all his heart that she would survive until the very end and laugh as she witnessed the conclusion of this accursed play.
He prayed she would laugh as she watched Snowfell’s downfall.
He prayed again and again.
The deeper his anguish grew, the paler his face became.
Unable to hide his sorrow, Tikan watched helplessly as his lord prepared for the end without even caring for his own body.
At some indeterminate hour—when day blurred into night and night into day—Tikan’s voice buzzed in Cassius’s ears like a persistent ringing.
“You’ll collapse at this rate. Perhaps it’s time to summon a Healer…”
“Forget it. If you’ve got time for that, go find Rachel instead.”
By now, Rachel’s disappearance should have long since been officially concluded as a death.
No one in the world doubted that fact anymore.
Yet her lover still refused to accept it.
They hadn’t even recovered her body. That single fact held him—both his feet and his heart—fast in place.
Truthfully, even if he saw her corpse with his own eyes, he doubted he could bear to accept it.
Standing before his lord, who seemed to cling to life solely for the sake of finding Rachel, Tikan couldn’t bring himself to utter a single word.
In the days that followed, every report remained the same.
Snowfell showed no unusual activity, and the search yielded no progress.
Today, too, Cassius’s eyes were utterly hollow.
Watching him, Tikan hesitated—unsettled by the message he’d received just before coming here from the Crown Princess’s personal attendant.
“I….”
At Tikan’s unusually hesitant demeanor, Cassius lifted his head.
“If you have something to say, say it.”
Only then did Tikan force the words out with difficulty.
“Her Highness has invited you to luncheon.”
The mere mention of Vivian made Cassius’s face twist involuntarily.
“Shall I convey your refusal?”
Tikan suggested this not solely out of his own ill feelings toward Snowfell.
Rather, he was certain—beyond doubt—that his lord would refuse.
But then…
A cold, sardonic smile quickly spread across Cassius’s face as he tapped the tabletop.
“No need.”
“What?”
“Arrange it in the Grazio Room.”
Tikan, who had been rolling his eyes, turned to Cassius and asked.
“What are you planning?”
Cassius plucked a rose and crushed it in his hand before muttering something cryptic.
“There’s no reason to avoid it—she’s practically begging for death like that.”
“…!”
*
“His Highness has accepted your luncheon invitation.”
“He… accepted?”
“Yes. You should prepare quickly.”
There was no time to feel bewildered—the preparations moved swiftly.
Honestly, though she had proposed luncheon, she never truly expected Cassius to agree.
Thinking back to how he’d been just days ago, she honestly couldn’t guess his intentions.
‘Could Duke Diarobe have pressured him somehow? He’s certainly not the type to let things slide quietly.’
Because her wedding night with Cassius had been ruined, Snowfell had pressured her relentlessly.
The head of the family, Diarobe Snowfell, had immediately sent her a note like this:
[Vivian, you must never let your father suffer such disgrace because of you.Surely you’re not so pathetic that you’d lose to that dead Rachel.
You’d better not disappoint me tonight.]
‘I want to spend a passionate night with Cassius more than anyone else.’
She crumpled the letter fiercely, startling Marianne—the head maid standing behind her.
‘People change, so I suppose this reaction is understandable.’
Under the pretense of placing his own aides near her as “extensions of herself,” Diarobe Snowfell had stationed several of his loyal retainers by her side.
She’d assumed his discomfort with Imperial attendants near her was the reason—but it seemed there was more to it.
Given how thoroughly Diarobe knew everything she did, it was clear he didn’t even trust his own daughter.
Among the people he’d sent, Marianne had become her most trusted personal maid.
Having served Snowfell the longest and risen to the position of head maid, she seemed quite pleased to have been assigned to the Crown Princess’s side.
At first, Vivian had thought her pride came from standing beside the Crown Princess—but that didn’t quite seem right either.
Marianne wasn’t particularly fond of social events.
‘Could she genuinely care for Vivian in a special way?’
There was something resembling pity in the way Marianne looked at her.
It was subtle, but not enough to deceive Vivian’s eyes.
‘Was Vivian kind to Marianne?’
Now that she thought about it, even when she’d first awakened in the mansion, it had been Marianne who’d watched over her.
She’d even shed tears of joy when Vivian became Crown Princess.
And yet….
‘Why does she look at me as if I’m pitiful?’
Her attentiveness went beyond that of a mere nursemaid—it carried traces of guilt.
Though puzzled, Vivian decided she could figure that out later.
‘Right now, meeting Cassius is far more important.’
Marianne, whose long experience had made her meticulous, skillfully laid out the jewelry case once again today.
“What about the necklace and brooch?”
Countless tiaras filled her vision.
She hesitated a long while—Cassius had loved every version of her.
It was almost laughable—at having been lovers for so long, yet not knowing his preferences.
Eventually, after much deliberation, she chose one.
“This one.”
Marianne deftly fastened the elegant pendant necklace around her neck.
Cassius had often gifted her necklaces of this style, so he likely preferred seeing her wear such pieces.
Of course, she held no foolish hope that he’d suddenly start liking her today.
His mere acceptance of luncheon was already significant progress—though she couldn’t fathom his motive.
‘Is he going to interrogate me again about where Rachel is?’
It was frustrating.
Anyone with half a brain—let alone a Healer summoned just once—would know I’m not Snowfell…
‘Does Cassius still not realize his terminal illness has stopped?’
Frankly, it was absurd that a terminally ill patient—especially the Crown Prince himself—remained ignorant of his own condition.
‘He must be stubbornly refusing to believe it.’
Cassius was exactly the type to do that.
After her disappearance, he’d likely abandoned all treatment, leaving his pain and suffering untouched.
While Vivian was lost in thought, Marianne pulled out her secret weapon.
‘Lysian Oil.’
Lysian Oil was an incredibly rare item on the continent—a cheat key Duke Diarobe had sent along with his letter.
“I’ll pass on that.”
“What? His Grace specifically sent it for Her Highness…”
“I know. But still, no.”
Taken aback by the blunt refusal, the head maid began explaining the product’s virtues.
“Any ordinary man would be utterly smitten just from smelling this scent. You’re sure to have a heated night tonight.”
Ambitious dreams indeed.
‘Connecting a single oil to a passionate night, huh?’
“But he’s not just any man.”
She turned her gaze away from Marianne’s blank stare.
“His Highness hates that scent.”
In her past life, Vivian had once applied Lysian Oil to seduce Cassius.
Ever since that day, he’d claimed the scent alone made him feel as if he were suffocating.
Marianne looked as if she wanted to ask how Vivian knew that, but soon seemed to accept it.
After all, the old Vivian had done nothing but obsess over Cassius—such knowledge was trivial to her.
“Could you bring me Rosemary instead?”
Rosemary was the fragrance she’d favored during Rachel’s time.
Because it was Cassius’s favorite scent.
Yet perhaps due to the name “Rosemary,” Marianne hesitated briefly, as if sensing something ominous.
“What’s wrong?”
“But His Grace…the Duke…”
“It’s fine. I’ll take full responsibility.”
Though still reluctant, Marianne had no choice but to obey.
While she went to fetch the perfume, Vivian’s eyes naturally settled on her reflection in the mirror.
She still couldn’t get used to this appearance.
Flowing azure hair shimmered like liquid, and amethyst-like violet eyes glowed—enhanced by Snowfell’s extravagant resources to perfection in skin and locks.
Stunningly flawless, yet in her own eyes, she was nothing more than a villainess.
‘If anything, Cassius is even worse than I am.’
Sighing unconsciously at her mirrored self, she still held one certainty.
‘No matter how far you run, Cassius, you’ll inevitably fall for me in the end. With me right before your eyes, surely you’ll recognize me someday. How could you possibly not know me—Rachel Rosemary—that bewitching beauty? Just because my shell changed?’
She probably looked insane—but if she didn’t claim this mental victory somehow, she really would go mad.
And it wouldn’t take long before she realized this “mental” victory was nothing but illusion.
It became clear the moment luncheon with Cassius began.
“Your stomach must be strong. To propose a meeting like this after hearing what you did yesterday.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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