The Dark Lord Obsesses Over His Fake Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
I hadn’t expected Johan’s gaze to cling to me so stubbornly. I beamed at him.
“It’s alright now. You can do whatever you want, my lord.”
“Whatever I want?”
His crimson eyes shimmered faintly, as if scrutinizing me.
It felt entirely different from his usual demeanor. Yet I couldn’t discern what emotion lay beneath.
‘Why am I so uneasy?’
All I could grasp was that Johan seemed to have gone even madder.
“Yes. He was slandering you recklessly, so I punished him myself!”
I’d worried about triggering some strange flag, but since I couldn’t waver now, I decided to stick with it.
“Since that’s all there is to it, you may do as you please now—kill him or spare him, as you wish.”
I kept smiling to show I meant it.
“Estelle. Aren’t you afraid of me?”
A strange tension began to coil between us.
“Why would you think I’d be afraid of you, my lord?”
If I said I wasn’t afraid of Johan, that would be a lie. I was terrified of him—terrified of the future he might crush beneath his feet, terrified I’d be betrayed and killed.
But in this moment, fearing Johan was a different matter altogether.
“I’m not afraid of you, my lord.”
“You’ve seen everything already.”
Johan murmured in a languid voice, almost a whisper.
“I’m the kind of man who can trample and kill people more easily than anyone else. Have you even heard about the murders in the capital?”
“…….”
“If you knew that, this would be easier to discuss.”
A flicker of something sharp lit his eyes.
“Can you handle me, my lady?”
Gulp—I swallowed involuntarily.
“……Did you do all that without any reason at all?”
“You’re truly naive, my lady.”
The faint smile at the corner of Johan’s lips deepened.
“Reasons don’t matter for such actions. What matters is the outcome. You mustn’t seek reasons for vile deeds—they only blur the essence.”
Johan condemned himself, painting himself as a villain.
“If there were a ‘proper’ reason, would everyone be justified in acting that way? And could you even trust that reason to be true?”
Johan deliberately pressed down and tapped Anton’s head with his foot.
“And yet you saw me treat someone like this right before your eyes?”
His gentlemanly elegance and poise only made the cruelty more chilling. Still, I shook my head firmly.
“But even so, if I’m not afraid of you, my lord?”
“Why wouldn’t this be frightening?”
At first listen, his tone sounded mocking.
“You’re not so foolish as to fail to understand what I’m saying.”
Johan tilted his head slightly, locking eyes with me. His deep crimson gaze, like an abyss, held me firmly.
There was something he didn’t know: I wasn’t as selfless, virtuous, cautious, or kind as he imagined.
‘Why wouldn’t reasons matter?’
Having been abused in Libertan by whims without cause, I couldn’t sympathize with Johan’s words. The world isn’t built on outcomes alone.
Besides, I wasn’t particularly compassionate.
‘Compassion is something only those with spare room in their hearts can afford.’
Right now, my life held not even a sliver of such room. There was no space for others—especially not for trash like that.
“Think carefully before you regret it. Your husband isn’t nearly good enough to deserve your defense like that. If anything, he’s closer to a monster.”
Sorry, but I already know that.
“Then what? Should I hate you, my lord, over something I barely understand?”
Johan clenched his jaw tightly. Watching his masculine Adam’s apple twitch, I met his crimson eyes squarely.
“Honestly, if you’re truly such a dreadful person, why give me a warning like this?”
“To reassure you, in that way.”
“But then you wouldn’t be able to do anything at all.”
The faint, perfunctory smile vanished from Johan’s face. My heart began to race for no reason.
‘I didn’t mess up again, did I?’
In the original story, my downfall began precisely when I confessed my love to Johan.
But even before that, Estelle had often expressed affection toward Johan—she just never outright confessed.
So perhaps this level of affectionate expression still barely skirts the danger zone.
The atmosphere grew icy. A strange pressure weighed heavily on my body. Yet I stubbornly refused to look away or take back my words.
“Even if you find me incomprehensible or foolish from your perspective, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“…….”
“Because that’s my true feeling.”
Seeing me trembling inwardly out of sheer fear, Johan covered my eyes gently with his large hand and let out a clear, bright laugh.
‘Why is he laughing all of a sudden?’
Johan was someone I thought I understood—yet never truly did.
After chuckling for a long while, Johan tilted his head slightly as he looked at me.
“……Do you even realize how dangerously reckless your words just were, my lady?”
“Me?”
I’d only said something I knew was pretending to believe him.
“What did I say?”
“I knew you wouldn’t understand.”
Johan nodded without offering any explanation.
He glanced at Anton, who hovered on the brink of death. Truly, an extra’s life was worthless.
“I’ll let him live—for now.”
My mind eased slightly. After all, I didn’t want to see someone die right before my eyes.
‘Most of all, it’s a relief that Johan seems to have softened.’
Though I had no idea which part of him had softened.
‘How strange.’
I couldn’t understand why Johan looked so pleased.
Anton twitched as if trying to say something. Johan, catching the movement, crushed Anton’s Adam’s apple under his foot.
All that remained was the sound of breath cutting off.
“But I can’t possibly let such vermin live. Obviously, he won’t be getting any treatment.”
That was essentially the same as saying he wouldn’t kill him right here.
“After all, he dared to harm my wife.”
But even that didn’t matter to me.
“You may do as you please, my lord.”
“No. I’ll follow your wishes.”
What?
“He tried to harm you, so it’s only right he receives whatever you desire.”
Johan asked gently, though restrained madness and violence radiated from him now.
“How should I kill him?”
Yet his words themselves seemed to show me respect. What was this situation?
“He’s still alive, so if you wish to torture him, just give the order.”
“I….”
I had no idea what to say to please Johan.
“I don’t want to see Anton anymore. I just want this to end quickly.”
“And?”
“I don’t know about the rest.”
“That’s always the hardest kind of request.”
Johan nodded leisurely.
“Many options come to mind, but I suspect you’d prefer a clean death.”
Fortunately, Johan seemed to understand me well.
“As my wife wishes.”
His voice, sweetly leaning toward me.
In that instant, Anton’s twitching body suddenly burst apart and vanished. Thick blood splattered onto Johan nearby and the surrounding area. It happened so fast I couldn’t even see it properly.
I froze in shock, my body stiff as stone.
So a person could vanish this quickly.
The metallic stench of blood hit me, and my body felt a shock it hadn’t even consciously registered.
Unbothered by the blood staining his clothes, Johan slowly wiped the droplets from his cheek.
“He probably felt no pain. I’ve never died that way myself, so I can’t be sure.”
Covered in the remnants of blood, Johan smiled brightly.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll handle everything else.”
Sorry, but I never wanted anything like this.
Johan led me out of the room.
Stepping outside, I felt freed from that awful stench of blood.
‘I only imagined Anton’s corpse disappearing—that’s all.’
I’d heard he was ruthless, but I never expected such direct methods. Even in the cool breeze outside, Anton’s death replayed vividly in my mind.
‘I hope I won’t have nightmares tonight.’
Fortunately, I rarely dreamed. In fact, once I fell asleep, I slept so deeply that no one could wake me.
‘I’ll be fine.’
Thinking that, my mind felt noticeably lighter.
“Johan?”
Johan, who had been walking me somewhere, had stopped without my noticing and now stood before the stairs. I tilted my head in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
He paused briefly, then looked at my face with a gentle smile.
“Nothing much. Just had a strange thought.”
“A strange thought?”
“This.”
He pulled me into an embrace. His large frame enveloped me completely, solid and firm.
“I should’ve hugged you the moment you came in.”
“…….”
“Instead, I was busy cleaning up that trash and couldn’t properly take care of you.”
Strangely, amidst the fear, I felt a sense of calm.
“You were very scared, weren’t you?”
Johan’s hand patted my back soothingly.
“I’m alright. You came right away, my lord. And this.”
I showed Johan my wrist. When Anton had tried to drag me away by force, this red mark had grown slightly warm and protected me.
“All this time, your mark has been protecting me.”
Johan looked at my wrist with an odd expression for a moment, then chuckled softly.
“That protective magic only works if you’ve been thinking of me for a long time.”
“Huh?”
“So you really did trust me and keep waiting all along.”
I never knew such a simple spell held that secret.
‘He found out I’ve been thinking about him.’
It wasn’t bad that my past words were now proven true—but it felt embarrassing, as if my innermost thoughts had been laid bare.
My cheeks grew hot, perhaps from shyness.
‘Or…?’
As soon as I thought about the heat, my head grew dizzy too.
‘I must have been more shaken by Anton’s incident than I realized.’
Normally, whenever I cried a lot or went through something difficult, I’d suddenly develop a fever. Especially after being threatened with a dagger—I must have been more exhausted than I thought.
“But where are we going now?”
“My room.”
“Huh?”
“I’m too worried about you. From now on, I’ll have you sleep in my room.”
My eyes widened as I stared at Johan.
‘Now I won’t even be able to sleep peacefully at night!’
It wasn’t that Johan disturbed me while sleeping, but having him nearby made me overly conscious, so I couldn’t relax.
“Don’t worry. You’ll have your own room. We’ll only share a bed while sleeping.”
But sharing a bed was exactly the problem!
“You mean we’ll sleep together every night?”
“What, do you dislike sleeping with me?”
“It’s not exactly that……”
“You sound exactly like you do.”
He really was sharp.
“Or did you hear something strange from that bastard?”
Johan bent his knees slightly to meet my eye level. His face suddenly drew closer, and I instinctively stepped back.
“I didn’t hear anything particular.”
“Not even about your family?”
“I did hear something about House Libertan.”
I’d already heard it all outside anyway. I answered calmly, though I grumbled inwardly.
“Don’t worry. I never believe a word from someone I can’t trust.”
“You always tell me not to worry.”
“But there’s truly no need for you to worry.”
Hearing something I already knew wouldn’t shock me. I’d already endured enough shock just recalling the original story.
“What I heard was that my husband was the one who burdened House Libertan with debt.”
At that moment, Johan’s expression hardened slightly.
“So I’ve been wondering why you brought me here under the condition of forgiving that debt. Then I remembered something you once told me.”
Johan wouldn’t tell me anything anyway—he was seeking revenge. I held no false hopes. So I gave a soft, gentle smile.
“You said I was worth that much to you.”
“…….”
“So I’ve decided to believe that once more.”
His large hand, holding mine, tightened. His crimson eyes looked at me with a hint of confusion.
Servants of House Blanchet moved about nearby, likely cleaning up traces of Anton’s death. Among them was someone I recognized.
‘Baroness Patricia Gillete.’
Her dark brown hair was pulled up neatly without a single strand out of place, her cold teal eyes and expression as unchanging as a plaster statue.
Even standing still, her strict, meticulous demeanor was palpable.
‘The head maid of House Blanchet.’
In the original story, she played the role of a mother-in-law figure who isolated and tormented me within the household.
I’d expected to meet her someday—but not at such an exhausted moment.
‘She’s even more exhausting than Erich.’
Erich, Johan’s aide, I rarely saw, but Patricia, as head maid of this house, would constantly clash with me, the mistress.
Moreover, unlike Erich, whose past had been somewhat revealed, Patricia’s history remained obscure, making her even harder to deal with.
“Good day, my lady. Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Patricia Gillete, head maid of House Blanchet. I’ve been preoccupied and failed to greet you sooner.”
Patricia approached slowly and bowed politely to me.
“Are you well? I heard you suffered greatly due to my negligence. I’m truly sor—”
My vision blurred further than before.
‘I shouldn’t be showing such a poor impression at our first meeting.’
Unable to fight the fever rising in my head, I staggered. Johan, who had been holding me, quickly pulled me into his arms.
“My lady. Why have you had a fever since earlier—”
Through my fading, distant vision, I saw people flustered and murmuring—and Johan’s shocked eyes.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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Chapter Comments (12)
Patricia was a responsible and good friend. Even though it wasn’t her fault, she did her best to help Johan.
It was an admirable behavior.Erich, your little world is very nice.
Stay in your little world and don’t come back to the real world.Estelle wasn’t pretending to be sick.
Estelle didn’t fake it. I was angry.
Inline Comments (21)
Estelle was a greater villainess than even the Libertan ducal couple. Leandro al
Leandro sees himself as a chivalrous knight who will save even the wicked and bring them back to their senses. Arrogant.
‘She doesn’t understand what’s truly precious.’
What is valuable? An arrogant fiancé abandoned her.
All the composure he’d so skillfully maintained was utterly useless before such
Love works wonders. Johan is still unaware of his true feelings.
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agustus_orchid
What will you achieve by belittling yourself, Johan?
If you’re planning to use the girl for revenge, you wouldn’t talk like that.
agustus_orchid
My summer fairy Estelle, your body is very weak because you’re not getting enough nutrition.
Those evil Libertans.
agustus_orchid
Estelle, your immune system is low because you have been subjected to a lot of harassment and abuse.
agustus_orchid
You crazy guy.
Anyone who sees you would think Estelle beats and kills people every day.
agustus_orchid
Johan, your plan is perfect!
Sorry, it was the old plan.
Thank you for your kindness.