The Dark Lord Obsesses Over His Fake Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
I nodded at Johan’s words.
“Well… that’s true.”
“Didn’t you promise you’d do your best for me, my lady?”
Johan lowered his eyebrows slightly, wearing an expression that seemed hurt. His soft voice even carried a strangely wounded tone.
“It feels a bit disappointing when you push me away so obviously.”
Anyone overhearing might think I’d done something wrong.
‘When did I ever push you away!’
Something inside me felt unjustly accused. Yet, oddly enough, whenever I listened to Johan, I couldn’t quite find a proper retort.
Because I really had said those words.
‘But that’s not what I meant!’
Johan’s handsome face drew even closer—close enough that I could reach him with just an outstretched arm.
“Are you going to get my hopes up for nothing and then pull away?”
“……”
“You’re really terrible.”
I suddenly felt like an unwitting femme fatale, shaking someone’s heart—when in truth, it was he himself who had lured me only to abandon me!
“What are you talking about? I haven’t pulled away at all.”
“Then you refuse to admit what I just said?”
“It’s just that I feel a bit unfairly treated.”
“Then will you do as I wish?”
At that moment, Johan gently tugged the corners of his lips into a smile and swept my bangs back with his firm fingers.
My heartbeat grew even louder.
“That’s…”
At my awkward reply, he gave a soft-eyed smile and slowly leaned his face closer. His well-shaped lips, tinged with red, approached just as slowly.
Without realizing it, I squeezed my eyes shut.
He let out a clear laugh and gently bumped his forehead against mine.
“Are you a little less tense now?”
“……Yes?”
“I was just playing around on purpose.”
Johan winked one eye and fiddled with my earlobe using his large hand.
“You seemed so tense from unnecessary pressure. You don’t have to be.”
Even though I knew I shouldn’t, my strength drained away instantly, and I felt foolish for having been so tense over his every word. Eventually, I managed to pull myself together.
‘This is all part of the mastermind’s scheme.’
Yet my wariness kept melting away.
Johan’s face, creasing at the eyes as he laughed, looked less like the composed man who’d skillfully handled me just moments ago and more like a mischievous boy.
“What do you mean?”
“It already feels like our conversations have become comfortable.”
“Talking was never that difficult to begin with.”
“Then I guess I played a pointless prank.”
Hearing Johan’s sly remark made my head spin.
‘I thought the heat rising in my head was just from worrying about the mastermind.’
Apparently, the side effects from eating Eleon fruit earlier were finally catching up to me. At this rate, I might collapse right in front of Johan.
‘That would be disastrous.’
He’s a clever mastermind. With just a small clue, he might deduce that I’m the unloved daughter of the Libertan household.
‘I could be killed on the spot.’
The only reason I can hold onto this position is because I’m valuable as a target for revenge.
Johan intends to inflict a cruel death upon the daughter the Libertans loved, to cause them even greater suffering. Therefore, if I’m not the beloved daughter, I have no reason to be kept alive.
‘Above all, I mustn’t make myself more detestable before I can escape.’
At the very least, I can’t let anything happen that would restrict my movements to the point of helplessness. Besides, everyone who saw me in pain always ended up despising me even more.
‘Even if she’s standing in for their real daughter, why does Duke Libertan keep someone like her in the mansion? Honestly, she’s nothing but trouble and causes nothing but harm to the ducal house.’
‘She must be pretending to be sicker on purpose to win Duke Libertan’s sympathy.’
If the mastermind already hated me, he might lock me away even more thoroughly under the pretense of illness, rendering me utterly helpless.
“Yes, yes—I, your wicked wife, should go to sleep now.”
I tried my best to usher Johan out of the room, even if it felt a bit awkward. Fortunately, Johan obediently let me guide him.
“Do you usually sleep this early?”
“I’m actually going to bed later than usual.”
“Is it because you’re upset over my teasing?”
I gave Johan, standing by the door, a clean and clear answer.
“Not at all.”
“Then that’s fine.”
My dizziness began worsening. Soon, I probably wouldn’t even be able to walk straight without stumbling.
Just as I turned to leave, Johan caught my face. For a moment, I feared he’d notice the feverish heat rising in my head.
“Sleep well, my lady.”
But he merely smiled lazily, swept my bangs back once more, and left.
Johan didn’t leave. Instead, he stood with his back against the door.
He’d come to unsettle Estelle, yet his own doubts had only deepened.
‘She had a fever.’
When he deliberately brushed her bangs aside and pressed his forehead to hers, he clearly felt the heat.
‘It must be an allergic reaction to the Eleon fruit.’
That must be why she’d suddenly tried to send him out of the room. Johan recalled Estelle’s calm, expressionless face as she’d coolly dismissed him.
If he hadn’t intentionally checked for fever, her acting was so natural he wouldn’t have noticed anything at all.
‘Why hide her allergy symptoms?’
If she wanted his sympathy, she should have pretended to accidentally reveal it.
Frustrated by Estelle’s incomprehensible behavior, Johan furrowed his brow.
After waiting a moment, he heard the faint breathing of the woman who’d collapsed into sleep. Occasional pained groans suggested she was stubbornly enduring the suffering.
Johan silently opened the door.
The room inside was exactly as he’d expected.
Estelle clutched the blanket as if it could somehow protect her. Johan placed his large hand on the forehead of the woman drenched in cold sweat.
‘She could’ve just asked for a doctor.’
From his pocket, he took out the Eleon allergy medicine he’d brought for Estelle—something he’d prepared to earn points if she’d honestly confessed her allergy.
‘But since she hid it to the end, it came to this.’
Johan let a few drops of the potion fall onto Estelle’s lips.
Almost immediately, the medicine seemed to take effect, and Estelle’s ragged breathing gradually calmed.
Suddenly, Johan frowned and stared at his own hand.
From earlier until now—he’d touched the detested daughter of the Libertans, yet felt not a trace of revulsion.
In fact, he even found the softness of her skin oddly pleasant.
This was absurd.
My body felt unusually refreshed, unlike usual. I stretched luxuriously, savoring the rare sensation of lightness.
‘Could it be because I slept in a different place?’
Normally, eating Eleon fruit left me utterly miserable until at least midday. But right now, I felt as if I hadn’t eaten Eleon fruit yesterday but some kind of restorative tonic instead.
‘Maybe my allergy to Eleon fruit has improved a bit.’
Sometimes illnesses ease without one even noticing. As soon as I got up and drew back the black curtains to enjoy the morning sun, Betty entered.
“My lady, did you sleep well?”
“Yes. The bedroom is so lovely—I slept wonderfully.”
At my comment about the bed being good, Betty’s brown eyes flickered slightly. Apparently, my praise for this dimly lit room sounded strange to her.
“Oh… I see. I was worried we hadn’t prepared a room befitting your status, so I’m very relieved to hear that.”
“My status?”
This bed, contrary to appearances, was apparently so excellent it even alleviated allergy symptoms.
‘Though it might not be because of the bed.’
Still, it was fortunate that the first bed I’d slept in here suited me so well.
“This is the first time I’ve slept in such a wonderful bed.”
In the original story, all the Blanchet household servants were fiercely loyal. That’s why they’d always conspired together to corner me.
‘I should praise the Blanchet ducal house.’
After all, people naturally feel pleased when something they cherish is complimented.
“I almost worry whether someone like me truly deserves to be the mistress of such a fine house.”
“……Please don’t worry, my lady. I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully.”
“Thank you for believing in me.”
I smiled brightly and sincerely—but Betty seemed to flash a fleeting look of sadness.
‘Did I imagine it?’
When I looked again, Betty was smiling even more brightly than before. Of course—why would she suddenly look sad after I’d praised the Blanchet household?
“I’m sorry I couldn’t prepare your bathwater yesterday. I’ve readied it in advance this time. How about a light breakfast first, then a bath?”
I’d been feeling a bit sticky anyway.
“Good. May I ask what’s on the menu for breakfast today?”
Johan said he had urgent matters and left early in the morning.
So I ate the simple breakfast alone. Perhaps because Johan wasn’t there, I felt more at ease than before.
‘The cherry pie was delicious.’
Fortunately, there was no Eleon fruit dessert today, making the meal even more satisfying.
Having dessert at breakfast was rather excessive, but refusing served food would be impolite to the chef, wouldn’t it?
After finishing my tea, I followed Betty down the corridor of the annex to bathe.
On the central hallway wall hung black cloths, covering what seemed to be framed portraits. Betty, noticing my gaze as we passed, asked with a smile.
“Are the black portraits intriguing to you?”
“Black portraits?”
“Yes. The Blanchet ducal house has a tradition of hanging portraits of those who must never be forgotten, so their memory endures. It’s a unique Blanchet custom—you might find it unfamiliar.”
Fortunately, this wasn’t new information to me.
‘In the original story, I was terrified when I saw the portraits behind those black cloths.’
The black-clothed portraits belonged to long-serving, loyal retainers of the Blanchet house—those deemed unforgettable.
What made them unusual was that, unlike typical portraits, they were painted in a frightening and grotesque style.
‘Perhaps to honor the retainers’ wish to protect the Blanchets even in death.’
But the important thing was that, in the original story, my fear of these portraits caused trouble.
As the adopted daughter from House Libertan, my frightened reaction was seen as disrespect toward the Blanchet retainers.
‘If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been so startled.’
Just then, Betty cautiously asked me the question I’d been expecting.
“Are you curious about the portraits behind the black cloths?”
“May I look?”
“Of course. You are the Lady of House Blanchet, after all.”
Betty swiftly pulled away the black cloth.
‘It’s not that shocking, really.’
Perhaps because I already knew what to expect, the portrait seemed merely eccentric, not frightening. Betty showed me other portraits as well.
Among them, one name inscribed beneath a portrait felt extremely familiar.
‘Lexius Polman?’
Why did it seem so familiar? Had I read it in the novel?
Just then, Betty’s cautious question reached my ears—the one I’d been waiting for.
“My lady, aren’t these portraits frightening to you?”
“They’re people House Blanchet considers so important they must never be forgotten. Thinking of it that way, they don’t seem scary at all.”
“……”
“I only feel gratitude.”
I finished the words I’d prepared since first seeing the portraits, smiling gently. Betty, who’d been silently watching me for a moment, now beamed with evident joy.
“My lady, you truly are kind-hearted. The others in the ducal house would be overjoyed to hear this.”
“Thank you for saying such kind things.”
Somehow, Betty’s reaction seemed slightly different from when we’d first met.
‘Could my good behavior be having an effect?’
Of course, even if it was, the fact that Betty was Johan’s spy wouldn’t change. So I spoke, pretending to be a considerate mistress concerned for her servants.
“But I also know who I really am. I’m not that good a person, nor am I particularly capable.”
“……”
“So Betty, if you ever don’t wish to serve me anymore, just say so. I’ll understand completely.”
After all, if my attendant disappeared, it might make escaping easier.
Betty gave me an ambiguous look and held her tongue.
‘It must be hard to put into words.’
The bath was located near the room we reached after turning down the corridor. Though it was called an annex, it was large enough to have a separate bathing chamber.
“This is the bath prepared for you, my lady.”
The bath was far more luxurious than I’d imagined. The water was perfectly warm, ready for me to step in immediately.
“Then I shall assist you. Would you please undress?”
Betty held out her hand with practiced ease.
‘So this moment has finally come.’
Back in the Libertan household, I’d always bathed alone, so this situation felt slightly awkward—especially since I had something I wanted to hide.
“Can’t I bathe alone?”
“……Without assistance?”
Betty’s brown eyes filled with confusion.
“My lady, if I’m making you uncomfortable, I can call another maid…”
“It’s not that. It’s just… I’m shy.”
“But you are the Lady of House Blanchet—you must have someone assist you with your bath.”
Betty seemed unusually firm. She’d seemed fine when helping me change clothes before.
‘Could Johan have ordered her to watch me while I bathe?’
If that were the case, I had no choice. Trying too hard to avoid it might only raise greater suspicion.
“Then I suppose I have no choice. I’ll accept your assistance.”
In the end, I let Betty help me undress. As she took my clothes, Betty gasped and dropped the dress.
“My lady… this…”
Her gaze was fixed on the scar on my body.
‘That’s exactly why I wanted to hide it.’
It was a very old scar of mine. Anyone unaware of its origin would likely be quite shocked to see it.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Chapter Comments (52)
The scar is very bad. You monsters.
What did you do to beat up Estelle?
Or did you beat her because you were bored?Will everything end when you give Estelle to Johan?
Johan won’t stop until he destroys you all.Did the scar form spontaneously?
Were you not beaten?
I’m relieved if you weren’t beaten.
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
You handled Betty well, Estelle.
Didn’t you abuse and harass the Duchy of Libertan enough?
Did you also beat Estelle?
Monster people who beat up enough to leave scars.
agustus_orchid
I hope Estelle recovers quickly.
Allergic reactions are painful. (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)
agustus_orchid
If Estelle lost her usefulness for revenge, Johan would throw her aside or kill her.
agustus_orchid
Betty, did you set a trap for Estelle?
One must be careful when setting a trap; you might fall into it.
agustus_orchid
Good job, Estelle.
Betty, you’re almost ready to become Estelle’s ally. (✷‿✷)
agustus_orchid
If Estelle lost her usefulness for revenge, Johan would throw her aside or kill her.