Jackal soon reached down quietly and took something out of the drawer next to him.
It was a rugged Indianstyle necklace with a natural blue crystal shaped like a Kelpi tribe symbol attached to a leather string.
It was a necklace he had made himself for Asha.
“Though it looks a little worthless, this necklace will protect you.”
“Worthless?… It’s so beautiful.”
Asha touched the brightly shining blue crystal.
The light reflected in the gem sparkled in her eyes.
Asha liked it even more as she felt that the gem was like Jackal’s eyes.
It was a reassuring color just to look at.
Jackal himself hung that necklace around Asha’s neck.
He carefully pushed back her hair, and reached around her neck with his large hands.
His every touch was ticklish and thrilling, so Asha couldn’t look directly at him standing in front of her.
Even the slightest touch was filled with his warmth.
Jackal smiled slightly as he looked down at Asha, who was looking only downward, unable to meet his eyes.
“When all of this is safely over, then I will properly propose.”
He finished speaking and gently kissed Asha’s forehead.
Asha’s eyes widened, and she tightly clutched the jeweled necklace.
She felt her heart beating wildly beneath the gem.
Asha promised deeply to the gem.
She would never make the wrong choice, even for him.
This time, she would definitely find a way for everyone to be happy and peaceful.
(This is a time divider.)
Karaf, who had been drowned in thought and drinking all day, finally forced himself to lie down in bed late at night.
But he had another nightmare.
‘This cursed child…! In the end, you’re just like your father!’
Young Karaf stood dumbly at the door, unable to approach his mother.
His mother was a beautiful woman with golden hair symbolizing golden butterflies, just like Asha.
But since coming to the palace, her face had become gaunt, her body was as thin as a winter tree, and her shiny hair had turned ugly and scruffy like an old witch.
‘Mother…’
Karaf reached out with trembling eyes, but flinched at her following words.
‘Don’t call me mother! Don’t look at me with those horrible eyes…!’
She hysterically tore at her head with her thin, bony finger, screaming at the top of her lungs.
At that sound, the maids rushed into the room and grabbed her arms and legs.
‘Let go of me! Just let me die…!’
‘Screech!’
The maids who were slapped and kicked by her rolled on the floor screaming.
Amidst the chaos of shouting and screaming, young Karaf quietly turned and left the room.
A deep shadow settled beneath his eyes as he walked down the hallway.
He had never known his mother’s love since birth.
Raised by a wet nurse from infancy, he was allowed to see his mother’s face only once a week.
Karaf looked forward to that day very much, but the meeting was a mere formality, sitting at a table drinking tea, exchanging a few polite words without even making eye contact.
Even that was skipped if she had to leave the seat for work or an appointment, just skipping a week.
Because of this family environment, he had been dark in character since childhood, but he tried to act bright and talk about anything to attract his mother’s attention.
But she coldly responded with short answers, and as if just confirming that he was alive, she stood up sharply when the meeting time ended, leaving him behind to return to the Empress’s palace.
Karaf didn’t know why he was hated by his mother.
So, in his young heart, he clung to her even more, yearning for love.
Wanting to be loved somehow, wanting to hear a loving word, he tried to do pretty and praiseworthy things, but the more he clung to his mother, the more she seemed to get annoyed and drift away.
On the day when stress had climbed to the tips of her hair, if he carelessly approached her, she kicked or punched the only young prince in the royal family.
Karaf silently accepted the flying slap that came his way.
Even if his face swelled up and his nose bled, he wanted to be in the same space as his mother, even if just for a very brief moment.
She would not blink an eye if he was hurt or dead, but if this relieved her stress even a little, if she would look at him even once in his injured state, it seemed not too bad.
It was a twisted affection toward his mother.
Eventually, the situation ended only when the emperor himself appeared to stop her.
Daring to lay hands on the prince who would become the next emperor, Karaf looked helplessly at his father, who was wielding violence against his mother, from the doorway.
Violence gave birth to more violence, and that violence became his own.
He really didn’t know at that time.
That he was an existence that should not have been born.
That the black rose was a symbol of ominousness and a flower that brought misfortune to the empire.
And that this was precisely the reason why he was hated by his mother…
His father, the former emperor, was an incredibly dissolute man.
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 🙂
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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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