The seam of the gate was loose. While she was standing in front of the door, a child came walking up on her own.
The child grabbed the door with a small hand and tilted her head. Charlotte looked at the innocent face and smiled.
“Hello.”
The child smiled back at her.
“Henrietta! How far has this child gone on her own!”
Charlotte carefully took in Chloe’s expression. She looked younger than she remembered. Ah, she’s so beautiful.
Mother, you struggled even to walk when you were sick. What should I do now?
“Who are you?”
Charlotte stared down at the child. Chloe, suspicious, quickly picked up the child and held her protectively. Henrietta now had plump flesh on her pale skin.
“Are you Miss Chloe?”
“Yes, but who are you?”
“The Duke of Tuteuga has sent me.”
Charlotte bowed her head and twisted her lips. Chloe hastily asked,
“The Duke sent you?”
Be happy. I’ll send you to that corner of the house earlier than planned.
“He instructed me to check on the child’s wellbeing.”
“Oh, how fortunate! You don’t know how relieved I am. The Duke’s visits have been infrequent lately, and he doesn’t even come to see Henri anymore…!”
Chloe replied, tapping the child’s nose playfully as if to say she was adorable. Charlotte grabbed the gate bars and tilted her head. You resemble your father. Since you inherited his blood, your life will surely be tough.
“But where’s the person who always comes?”
Chloe looked around.
“Who are you?”
“…….”
“Is it true that the Duke sent you? I’ve never seen your face before.”
Chloe did not recognize her. The fact that Charlotte didn’t resemble her father played a big part.
But still, you should recognize me. Even if you don’t know I’m his daughter, you should know I’m of his bloodline. At least if you were his mistress, you should show that much courtesy. She pressed her forehead and twisted her lips.
“Is that important?”
She dropped the subject. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and enter the Duke’s house when I compassionately push you in.
“You’ve had your chance, so just go to Tuteuga. Don’t ask me. Do you even think you’re in a dignified position? Stop being so proud. If you’re not playing games with the child’s life, take her and go to Tuteuga.”
Charlotte closed her eyes.
This too was knowledge from a past life. Henrietta would suffer a fever and lose a leg. Of course, this could be corrected and fixed, but if it can be rectified, it should be. Her cheeks are already flushed with fever.
Your existence is not your fault. But still,
I’m not wrong to hate you.
“I hate that purity.”
The child reached out to her, her eyes full of curiosity.
“It’s just a matter of moving up the time a bit.”
She smiled insincerely as she was about to leave, and Chloe quietly asked,
“What’s your name, Miss?”
“Charlotte.”
She intentionally gave her name.
If you ever meet my father,
Mention that name once.
She had been away from home for a few days.
But to that person who does not even look for his daughter, tell him my new news once.
“Charlotte.”
Charlotte whispered faintly.
(This is a time divider.)
Endure it even if it is unfair. Charlotte.
Kill your existence.
So, if only that life is spared, it is enough for mother.
It was a story told by her mother before she died.
‘It has almost been erased from memory now.’
What did you tell me to endure? What did I have to endure? What more do I have to endure, breathing in that damned corner?
“Miss?”
Leandro’s lieutenant quickly dodged.
“Is grandfather inside?”
“If you mean Mr. Leandro, he is in his office.”
Charlotte ripped off her hair, fixed with a flower pin, and twisted one side of her lips.
“Tell grandfather that I have something to say.”
His lieutenant went into the office and told Leandro of Charlotte’s visit.
Now is the time to cut off the rotten connection.
New flesh grows when rotten flesh is cut. New shoots sprout when rotten roots are cut.
Even if the root may sway with that work, rotten roots do not fully function from the start.
“Why don’t you speak if you have something to say separately?”
So she went to Leandro’s office. The blade to cut that rotten root was in her hand.
“I want to be disowned.”
Custody is basically given to the biological father.
Since Charlotte is now nineteen, she is still under her father’s control for another year, even at this point approaching twenty.
The only way to take that custody away is if the biological father gives it up himself.
“It seems that some more explanation is needed.”
Leandro, wearing a ring on his finger, gestured to her. Add more explanation.
Charlotte pondered steadily before opening her mouth.
What should I start with? How should I speak so that the family of my mother’s side will be less hurt?
There’s no answer. So she tried to tell the facts as calmly as possible.
“My father has a mistress.”
This relationship has continued since the time her mother was alive.
Charlotte has known since she was young that they were in an extramarital relationship.
‘Disgusting.’
She feels so filthy.
“Soon, those people are coming to Tuttegar.”
Leandro’s expression was fiercely crumpled. They are bringing the mistress into that damned corner.
“People, you say?”
“He has a son. He’s five years old. Since he was born five years ago, he met her at least six years ago.”
Instead of doubting that story, Leandro chose silence.
It’s not that he wants them to be punished. At least she wanted to be taken out of that house.
It was a matter to be talked about someday. You’ve done your duty, Charlotte.
“When did you know about it?”
She learned when her father brought the mistress. It was a memory of a previous life, so it was now a remote memory.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Your father really……!”
That was all he could stammer.
“Please help me be disowned.”
Leandro licked his lips several times. He seemed to want to say something, but his lips closed again without strength.
He repeated this several times.
“I need time to think alone.”
Leandro finally answered at the end of his silence. His expression change was subtle. He looked very tired.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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