The first six months after marriage were agonizing, but the next six were somewhat bearable. It was thanks to Liurian’s unchanging attitude.
He never paid attention to Evelia in any situation, prioritizing Lelia at every moment.
The scars on her repeatedly wounded heart grew day by day. But one day, it no longer hurt. What was one more scar on her tattered heart?
She thought she could bear it that way. Even though she couldn’t win Liurian’s heart, at least she believed she wouldn’t harm her loving father and family.
She believed that not tarnishing the reputation of the House of Caroline was the way to take responsibility for her choice to become the Crown Princess.
But cracks began to appear in that firm belief. The position of Crown Princess was too heavy, and she became increasingly afraid of the imperial palace.
“I thought I wouldn’t be hurt anymore… but my heart hurts so much.”
Facing Liurian became difficult. He was strangely different from the Liurian she remembered.
[So you, my unworthy consort, must never forget that you are a noble person.]No matter how she thought about it, it wasn’t something he would say. Noble? It couldn’t be.
To Liurian, Evelia Caroline was like an unnecessary weed growing everywhere.
The occasional glances he gave her were to find a flaw that could push her from her position as Crown Princess, and the rare words he spoke were insulting, wishing her to fall on her own.
He was cruel only to her, his wife, the only one in the world. Therefore, he should never have said something like calling her noble.
Because he was that kind of man. But why had he done so that day?
“Leighton, I…”
“…”
“What should I do…”
Evelia closed her eyes tightly with a heavy sigh, striving not to attach meaning, but it didn’t work as she wished.
The eyes he had at the moment he spoke kept coming to mind. The clear, blue, red eyes, without a trace of falsehood. They kept coming to mind, relentlessly shaking her heart.
Even knowing that I’m the only one who ends up hurt, Evelia kept being shaken.
“All you need to do, Your Highness, is make a choice, as you have always done. Whatever that choice is, I will do my best to protect you.”
Leighton looked at Evelia, who couldn’t even lift her head, and strongly gripped the hilt of his sword.
His determination to protect her with all his might was clear. But it was sincerity that could not reach Evelia.
The fact was bitterly disappointing, but she knew there was no other way. All she could do was silently protect her from behind, as she was doing now. That was all there was to it.
After wandering the garden a little more with slowed steps, Evelia Caroline could see the entrance to the prince’s palace in the distance.
Walking at Evelia’s pace, Layton suddenly turned his body nimbly to look to the side, having swiftly detected an unexpected presence.
But the moment he discovered the other party, Layton had no choice but to relax his body and bow his waist.
It was the crown prince.
“I greet His Highness, the crown prince.”
Layton paid his respects flawlessly. Only after hearing Layton’s voice did Evelia, who had realized the situation, hastily turn her body.
“……Your Highness.”
The address to Liurian Petrov slipped through her trembling lips. Only then did Liurian, taking his eyes off Layton, stride towards her.
“You were here.”
“……How did you walk to the prince’s palace?”
Evelia asked a formal question, her gaze down. Although she acted nonchalant, her voice towards him, as well as her fingertips, kept trembling.
His visit was disconcerting. It couldn’t be otherwise. He was someone who didn’t come to the prince’s palace unless it was an unavoidable situation.
“I was on my way to see you. But to see the prince’s wife attended by only a knight escort, without even a maidservant, it seems the discipline in the prince’s palace has completely slackened.”
Unknowingly, Evelia bit her lower lip. Among his notsobrief words, only his statement about coming to see her violently struck her heart. Her head turned white, and her senses dulled as if time had stopped.
But unlike Evelia, Liurian was looking at someone other than her with even clearer eyes than usual.
“Ah, should I exclude the escort since it was protecting you?”
At the end of his sharply honed gaze, Layton stood.
“The loyalty to their master from the prince’s wife’s escort seems to be extraordinary. The look in their eyes towards me…….”
“……. ”
“It’s so disrespectful.”
He grinned eerily, spitting out his discomfort.
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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