Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 1
Charlotte sensed her death approaching.
‘I’m going to die soon.’
Facing death helplessly felt utterly lonely.
Did it hurt? She hadn’t even remembered the sensation of pain for a long time.
Her senses had already dulled. Only a cold chill remained.
Her breath, once as thin as a thread of silk, slowly ceased.
It was agonizing. Her throat felt shredded, as if raked by needles.
Charlotte gasped sharply for air.
Her lungs felt constricted. She was alone on her deathbed—she was certain of it… yet…
“Stop crying already!”
Charlotte opened her eyes in confusion.
Am I crying now? Why am I crying…? This is strange. Why is this happening…? The tears falling onto her palms were thin and scalding hot.
“The mistress has passed away, and now the young lady’s lost her mind.”
“She cries too much! I’m sick and tired of hearing her sob!”
“Be quiet. The young lady can hear you.”
“It’s driving me mad! How long has it been since the mistress died, yet she still can’t move past it!”
Charlotte lowered her hand and wiped her eyes. A feverish heat pooled inside her head, making her thoughts hazy.
“Where is this…?”
She knew exactly where she was. She was certain of it. Yet it felt unreal.
Before her eyes hung her deceased mother’s portrait in a frame—the portrait of a mother who had died decades ago.
“But you’re dead. Why?”
“Yes. Madame Tuteo has passed away. Young lady, isn’t it time you finally accepted that fact!”
That wasn’t what she meant by “dead.”
“I’m the one who died.”
Charlotte was already dead.
If she forced herself to recall, there were no good memories at all.
She’d been abandoned and died twice. The first time, she was abandoned by her family.
‘Aren’t you all grown up already? The living must go on living, shouldn’t they?’
Her mother’s grave was trampled and defiled by her father’s mistress, and her father had built a new family.
With his own hands, he erased all traces of mother and daughter.
Later, she was pushed into marriage. Forced by her house into an arranged union, she was abandoned once again.
One side of her face was ruined by burns, and her very existence became a shameful secret.
And finally, at her deathbed, she died of luphetic disease, her lungs hardened and useless.
Abandoned twice. Yes. That was the end. That breath had already stopped.
“Young lady?”
And then, she returned to that day at nineteen—the day she lost her birth mother.
Charlotte hastily pushed her wobbling body upright. Her legs buckled weakly. Every sense felt stiff and frozen.
“What’s wrong with you, young lady? A-are you alright? Hey, young lady? Hey, the head of the house isn’t even here—don’t go scaring people like this! Hey, someone do something!”
“W-what’s wrong?! Young lady? C-can someone go get help!”
The maids recoiled from her in alarm.
Charlotte crawled across the floor on her knees.
“What is this now?”
Charlotte’s eyes trembled faintly.
Her mother smiled gently in the portrait. White chrysanthemums stood in front of the frame. Everything felt strange, filled with dissonance.
It seemed as if her mother were saying, ‘Don’t worry, my daughter.’
Only then did Charlotte stop crying.
You’re dead. Your breath has already stopped. It’s all over.
Yet they brought me back to this hell?
Just as Charlotte choked back tears and tried to summon anger, her gaze fell upon something.
‘Ah.’
She absolutely couldn’t be angry. How could she possibly be angry after seeing that? Her mother in the portrait smiled too purely.
“…Really.”
“What is it?”
“We’re back.”
Charlotte fumbled toward the mirror, crawling across the floor.
A familiar woman stared back from the glass. Her eyes, sunken in sorrow, held a deep, vivid chestnut hue—exhausted like a child worn out from crying, yet weary like an adult who’d escaped a harsh reality.
“You.”
Charlotte shakily rose to her feet.
“Where is this place?”
“Are you unwell, young lady?”
“I’m asking you—where is this?”
“This is your home, isn’t it? The Marquis Tuteo residence.”
“And Father?”
“He’s out right now. He told you himself he wouldn’t be back for several days, didn’t he?”
Her birth father had left his daughter alone less than a week after her mother’s death.
Charlotte lowered her head and cupped her cheeks in her hands. Each time her soft fingertips brushed her skin, laughter bubbled up.
Am I happy now? Or sad? Even this feeling is unclear to me.
Ah… Still, I hate it. Of all moments, why return to this miserable one?
Charlotte touched her throat. The chill of death still lingered vividly.
They brought me back here?
My life was already buried in filth. Emptiness and relief surged together.
“Are you alright, young lady?”
Charlotte whispered, her eyes red-rimmed.
“I’m fine.”
Nothing makes sense. Everything feels hollow. And yet, despair keeps crashing over me.
Her long hair flowed down to her waist. Charlotte groped along the wall until she reached the sliding door.
Wind brushed against her body. Through the narrow gap of the closed door, green light peeked through. She sank down before the door and opened it. Warm wind rushed in.
Before her eyes spread a lawn of green grass and a garden of wildflowers.
‘I thought I’d never see this again.’
The Tuteo family’s flowerbed unfolded before her.
Charlotte swallowed back sobs, choking softly. Her mother in the portrait still smiled gently. That smile seemed absurd.
“Why are you smiling?”
What’s so good that you’re smiling? We didn’t even get to die like human beings. Those bastards live comfortably while we died unjustly. What’s so good, Mother, that you’re smiling?
“How long has it been since Mother’s funeral?”
Charlotte started with the buried questions. First, she needed to confirm exactly when this moment was.
“Funeral?”
“How long has it been since Mother’s funeral?”
“A week.”
“Where is Mother’s ashes?”
“Why on earth are you asking about that?”
As Charlotte swept back her curly red hair, one maid flinched and answered.
“We buried them in the ground.”
“Where?”
“In the cemetery over there…”
Charlotte staggered outside. She stood barefoot on the flowerbed. The sensation under her soles felt unfamiliar.
“Are you alright, young lady?”
“Yeah.”
“Shall I call the physician?”
“I’m fine. I’ve gotten better.”
How long had it been since I could stand on my own two feet?
Why? What brought me back here?
Anger? Resentment? Bitterness? I’m not sure yet.
But I do know this—my mood right now is utterly foul.
Charlotte chuckled hoarsely, swallowing something between a sob and a laugh until her mouth went dry.
You bastards. I curse this household. I curse your future.
‘Let’s go.’
Why here, of all places? Why at this exact time? Even she didn’t know.
What brought me back here? That remains unclear.
But one thing I know—this isn’t where we belong.
The reason for my return doesn’t matter. It’s time to leave this place now.
‘I’ll take you out.’
Then.
Let’s leave this house together.
I’ll pull you out of this filth.
[This is the timeline separator]Late at night.
Charlotte stepped out of her bedroom.
‘Charlotte Tuteo.’
Though the only daughter of Marquis Tuteo, she’d been neglected by her house due to nursing her frail mother and her own sickly constitution.
That was Charlotte.
Mother and daughter, both scorned by their house.
Because everyone had conspired to ignore them, no one noticed when Charlotte slipped out alone late at night.
“How can not a single person notice a girl slipping out…?”
Charlotte wore light clothing with only a shawl draped over her shoulders.
The urn had been placed in a corner of the cemetery. The area before the graves was empty and silent.
She touched her lips. Everything felt alien.
“Let’s go. Anywhere must be better than here.”
Charlotte dug into the earth with her bare hands. Her skin tore, and her nails broke.
When she pulled the urn from the soil, a coldness clawed at her hands. She sank to her knees before it.
“Ah… Why are you buried here all alone?”
I’m sorry we let you die so lonely.
The white jade urn was icy cold. Charlotte pulled the solitary urn into her embrace.
Mother is gone. Though she must be buried in the earth, this place isn’t where she belongs.
‘It’s time to go.’
Charlotte took her mother’s urn and left the house that night.
This feeling,
this sorrow,
even this resentment—
I’ll surely return to settle every bit of it. Wait for me. I won’t forget. It won’t take long.
Charlotte held her mother’s urn and hired a carriage.
“Take me to Duke Windsor’s residence.”
She told the driver her destination and leaned back against the carriage seat.
She had no special connection to her maternal family. For some reason, that bond had been severed.
‘But I must return.’
Charlotte hugged the urn tighter. It smelled of earth. It was cold.
Of course it held no warmth—it was merely the remains of someone long gone. Yet she still wished to feel warmth from it.
Charlotte wept silently.
[This is the timeline separator]The carriage stopped.
Charlotte paid the driver and stepped down. The driver watched her with concern.
“But isn’t it far too late to be arriving now?”
Charlotte looked up at the Windsor estate’s gate and replied.
“If it’s late, I’ll just wait.”
The driver left the Windsor estate. Charlotte herself felt uncertain.
In her previous life, she’d had no meaningful ties to the Windsors.
Without her mother’s urn, she never would have come here herself.
‘Will they even remember my face at this point?’
Charlotte gave a bitter smile. Of all appearances, she came looking like this. Clutching the urn, she knocked on the gate.
“Is anyone there!”
Just then, a carriage approached rapidly. A black carriage bore the family crest prominently.
It was the Windsor family’s carriage. The window opened, and a middle-aged man stuck his head out.
“Who are you?”
She didn’t know who this man was. But it didn’t matter.
His red hair told her clearly whose bloodline he belonged to.
“I’m Charlotte, daughter of Colette Windsor.”
The man before her made a strange expression.
“Colette?”
“Yes. She’s my mother.”
Mother.
It’s time to go home now.
And then…
her consciousness began flickering in and out.
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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Yeah. I am going to be sick of this hair real soon, I can feel it. I have hair slightly longer than this (just past my hips) and the very thought of going about without it even in a ponytail gives me tangles and split ends.
Why isn’t her hair up or at least in braids? Are there no servants with the Windsors?
Oh, I see Becky just lets her wander about with her hair all over the place.