Cesare chuckled.

“Isabella was the woman for me from the very beginning! The most beautiful woman suits the strongest man. Can you understand the humiliation I felt when your father pushed you instead of your sister?”

Ariadne stared at Cesare, speechless.

“Your sister was the most beautiful lady in San Carlo. I proposed, and damn it, they pushed you instead of her! How unfair was that for me! What was I lacking!”

Cesare poured out his feelings of rejection in front of Ariadne.

Ariadne was a ‘nice girl’. She endured her man’s absurd behaviors over and over. That was the only way she knew how to receive love.

She couldn’t compete with her exceptionally beautiful sister in terms of appearance.

Although she enjoyed studying, her neurotic stepmother impeded her learning with the excuse that education was not a virtue for a girl.

Ariadne ‘had to be good’. She was not inherently gentle or kind.

However, she carved out her place in a world that wouldn’t keep her by its side by giving up, yielding, shrinking, apologizing, and submitting. She thought she had done so. Until today.

“Was I just a substitute?”

A smirk carved itself onto Cesare’s handsome face, reminiscent of a marble statue. It was a laughter close to madness.

“A substitute?”

He took large strides towards her and raised her chin with his hand.

With each word he spat out, he drove home his point.

“You have to be a substitute to be a substitute. You can’t even be a substitute.”

Despite trembling, Ariadne scrutinized every detail of Cesare’s expression.

The upper lip that lifts to reveal the canine teeth when angry, the high nose bridge and the handsome brown eyebrows extending from there, the movement of the muscles on the high forehead when enraged.

And his blue eyes. Those eyes clouded with an incomprehensible fury.

She knew Cesare too well. A man she couldn’t understand intellectually, but whose patterns she had internalized.

Today was probably the last day she would see Cesare. She had that feeling.

He roughly flung away the right hand holding her chin. Unable to resist the man’s arm strength, Ariadne fell to the bedroom floor almost sliding.

“Get out of my sight. Don’t appear before me again.”

There had been countless hints for her. It was she herself who had foolishly sat down, ruminating over the hope like a cow.

She knew it would come to this.

Although Cardinal de Mare devoted himself to his religious duties, he had several children, much like many other clerics of his time.

His concubine, Lucrezia, was of noble birth. She bore him three children and behaved like a wife.

The children were raised like the children of a great noble.

Among them, Isabella, the eldest daughter and the second child, was already known in society for her beauty at seventeen. She was the treasure of Lucrezia and the pride of Cardinal de Mare.

“Dad. I don’t want to marry that man.”

The girl with peachlike skin and amber hair whined cutely to Cardinal de Mare. Her eyes, reminiscent of amethysts, sparkled pitifully.

“I heard he’s as savage as a beast. And there’s a rumor that he’s illegitimate.”

Cardinal de Mare stroked his angelically beautiful daughter’s hair.

“Yes, yes, your father doesn’t like it either. Although it has been announced that he is the cousin of the prince, in reality, he’s the prince’s bastard. I have no intention of marrying my daughter to a bastard.”

It was as if the cardinal’s children were legitimate children.

Isabella smiled faintly. The moment her innocent beauty broke into a smile, she looked like a cute fairy.

“Dad always said to uphold the name of the de Mare family. I’m going to be the most beautiful and noble woman in this country. I can’t end up as just a countess.”

Cardinal de Mare nodded.

“Let’s say our Isabella is a bit sick. We can’t force a sick child to marry.”

“But we can’t ignore the proposal of Count de Como, can we?”

A cold voice intervened from behind.

It was Lucrezia, the official wife of Cardinal de Mare.

“He is about to become the border guard, we shouldn’t offend him.”

The border guard was responsible for defending the kingdom’s border. Granted military power, they had to leave the capital. For Count de Como, the move was confusing whether it was an honor or a demotion.

One thing was certain; Count Cesare de Como, the soontobe border guard, was not a prospective soninlaw he wished for his daughter. He couldn’t send his daughter to a rural area, especially to a man who could die in a local battle at any time.

However, if they did not grant their daughter to the border guard who has military power, and if the border guard harbored a rebellion and marched on the capital, it would be a disaster. Even if they couldn’t give their most precious child, they had to keep the connection. Because it was a losing game when they didn’t know when to cut it off, the less valuable the connection, the better.

“The lowborn should match the lowborn. Send Ariadne, Your Grace.”

“Ariadne… it’s been a long time since I heard that name.”

When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did

“How dare you!”

“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?

“I will never accept that.”

“I will never let you return to him.”

“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”

“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”

“I will never let you escape me!”

This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!

At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.

Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.

The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.

Synopsis:

Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?

Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?

Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?

The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.

The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.

Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~

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