The Dark Lord Obsesses Over His Fake Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Somehow, Betty’s attentiveness seemed even more intense than usual. Even though dinner had just ended, Betty immediately prepared a snack for me.
“My Lady. Shall I bring you more of your favorite dessert?”
“But I’ve already finished dinner and dessert.”
“Then perhaps something simple, like cookies?”
“Yes, please.”
Thinking back, Betty had always seemed eager to feed me. Could this also be Johan’s order?
‘It would be troublesome if his target for revenge starved to death.’
Still, it was nice to keep enjoying delicious food.
When I lived at the Libertan Ducal House, I thought I simply didn’t like eating much—after all, I had no favorite dishes and barely any appetite.
But that was only because I’d never truly tasted good food before.
‘I never knew food could be this delicious.’
Worried I might never have such meals again, I made sure to eat every single meal without fail.
‘Dinner tonight was delicious too.’
Especially the abalone, which the chef had specially prepared—it melted delicately in my mouth.
As if she’d prepared it in advance, Betty quickly returned with a snack.
But her expression, which had been cheerful just moments ago, now looked slightly troubled.
“Betty, is something wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, My Lady.”
After saying that, Betty asked me,
“But earlier, you mentioned going to the study before bed tonight, right?”
I nodded and asked in return,
“Yes, I heard it’s one of the few places in the mansion where I can move freely. Does the Duke perhaps dislike me entering the study?”
Unlike typical noblewomen, I was merely a fake wife with nothing to do in this mansion. Since everyone knew our marriage wasn’t real, I naturally held no authority.
‘But if I want to escape, I have to do something.’
Thus, I chose to visit the study in the annex. True to the Blanchet Ducal House—rebuilt meticulously by the mastermind—it even had an enormous study in its annex.
‘I’m not sure if the information I need will be there.’
But doing nothing would be worse.
I could always claim I came to read, but I didn’t want to move without the mastermind’s permission, so I’d asked beforehand.
“If that’s the case, you can just tell me honestly.”
After all, a fake wife wandering around freely might be irritating.
“Oh, it’s not that. The master has already given his permission.”
Betty paused briefly before slowly continuing,
“…Just in case you meet someone in the study, please ignore them.”
“Why? Who is it?”
“He’s famously ill-tempered and strange—even among the servants. So please ignore anything odd he might say.”
“How strange could he possibly be for you to warn me like that?”
“He’s probably the best in the mansion at saying unpleasant things.”
I didn’t know who he was, but I nodded gratefully at Betty’s kind warning.
‘Could he be someone from the original story?’
But as far as I recall, no one ever appeared in the study in the original plot.
Contrary to Betty’s warning, I didn’t feel particularly threatened. Honestly, my reason for going to the study was to gather information—specifically, about the dark mage.
‘Johan is a dark mage.’
For a boy who had lost everything, there was only one path to revenge: becoming a dark mage, forbidden by the Empire.
Thus, with the help of his reclusive dark mage maternal grandfather, Johan sacrificed everything to become one. Using dark magic to disguise his appearance, he slowly dismantled the Libertan Ducal House from within.
‘Was it specifically a magic that interfered with facial recognition?’
If Duke Libertan recognized Johan the moment he appeared, it could jeopardize his revenge.
He probably cast that spell precisely to prevent such a scenario.
‘By now, the magic must have been fully lifted.’
In any case, dark magic was an essential tool in Johan’s revenge.
Yet I knew absolutely nothing about this dark magic that would keep appearing. Perhaps because it wasn’t directly related to me in the original story, the details about dark mages were never fully explained.
‘If I want to escape, I need to learn about dark magic.’
If I could discover even one weakness of a dark mage, things would become much easier.
‘If it’s not in the study, there’s nothing I can do.’
But considering the arrogant mastermind I imagined, he’d probably placed books on dark magic in a study I might visit.
Johan’s study was the largest room on the floor below. Its door was so large I found it easily.
Creeeak
Just as I reached for the door, I nearly collided with a man stepping out.
“My apologies.”
He was a tall, handsome man with long navy hair tied in a ponytail and steel-gray eyes. He began to step aside politely after apologizing, but froze stiffly upon seeing my face.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Might you be the new mistress of the house?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
He calmly placed his right hand over his chest and gave a slight bow.
“It’s an honor to meet you. I am Erich Blonieu, Baron and aide to the master.”
He was an exquisitely delicate beauty—more “pretty” than “handsome.”
Yet his sharp eyes and expression gave him a cold impression.
‘If it’s Erich Blonieu…’
He was Johan’s shadow—the mastermind’s right hand in handling dirty work—and, like Johan, harbored deep hatred toward the Libertan Ducal House.
That’s probably why, alongside the head maid Patricia, he was one of the side characters who despised me most.
“Pleased to meet you, Baron Blonieu.”
“The pleasure is mine as well.”
Proof of his feelings leaked from his steel-gray eyes—an uncontained hatred.
“What brings My Lady to the master’s study?”
“Oh, I came to find a book to pass the time.”
Fortunately, Erich was important enough to know the past.
‘He’s from a Libertan vassal family.’
The Blonieu Barony had long served the Libertan Dukes loyally. They were also a principled house that had offered stern counsel against the current Duke’s actions.
But that despicable Duke Libertan exploited and discarded the loyal Blonieu family. Worse still, to ensure their complete elimination, he annihilated the entire Blonieu lineage.
‘He probably used them as pawns to frame the Blanchet Ducal House for treason—making them too dangerous to leave alive.’
Truly despicable behavior, worthy of that trash of a duke.
I understood his feelings well enough, but receiving such sharp hatred—so intense it stung my face—made me uncomfortable.
‘This must be the ill-tempered person Betty mentioned.’
“How do you find the Blanchet mansion? Are you settling in comfortably?”
“Yes. I haven’t been here long, but everyone has been very kind and welcoming.”
“Indeed, it certainly appears that way.”
Apparently, unlike Johan, Erich wasn’t skilled at hiding his emotions.
“Especially considering you wander into the master’s study without a thought, simply out of boredom.”
Despite his mocking tone, I smiled calmly.
“Was I not supposed to come here?”
“Not exactly. Even important servants are permitted in this space.”
Erich sneered at me with eyes full of hostility.
“It’s just that My Lady seems unaware of her own position.”
“…”
“This is not Libertan. It’s not a place where you can stroll about carefree with a smile. I hope you understand that.”
He was pointing directly at my situation.
My marriage to Johan wasn’t normal.
I was the bride brought over to the Blanchet Ducal House to settle the Libertan family’s enormous debt—so unlike other brides, I brought no dowry.
Even if I weren’t in this hated position, I likely wouldn’t have received proper treatment.
“The Libertan Ducal House you trust so dearly—who knows when or how it might fall?”
His voice carried a strange thrill—especially when mentioning the Libertan Ducal House, his joy intensified.
‘So the day has finally come—the Libertan Ducal House is falling for treason.’
I had no concrete proof, but it seemed unlikely he’d be this confident about something that hadn’t even happened yet.
‘So now, not only have I married into my enemy’s household, but my own family is collapsing under charges of treason too.’
Even I had to admit this marriage was deeply abnormal. But I had my own grievances as well.
‘After all, we never actually married—we’re only pretending.’
In the Empire, to be legally recognized as a couple, both parties must submit a signed marriage registration. In this case, the head of the house’s approval could substitute for one party’s consent.
But Johan only took the registration form—he never submitted it.
He did it to mock me, who believed we were truly married.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Erich crossed his arms arrogantly and looked down at me.
“I explained kindly, not knowing the new mistress’s level—but I never considered you might be even lower than that.”
“…I understand.”
I lowered my long eyelashes and nodded.
“I’m sorry for coming to the study without permission. Maybe I got too carried away and forgot my place.”
Erich continued to regard me with icy eyes.
‘I already had permission.’
I’d asked Betty, and even double-checked through Johan himself!
But explaining that wouldn’t change anything. Someone who hated me wouldn’t care.
‘I’m really used to situations like this.’
It was even worse back at the Libertan Ducal House.
They treated me like a lowly commoner who dared to covet the beloved true daughter’s place.
‘Compared to that…’
Verbal insults hardly hurt at all. Real wounds came from elsewhere. Erich frowned at my compliant reply.
“So you finally understand your position?”
“Well… perhaps not to the extent Baron Blonieu desires.”
“Then My Lady must be someone who speaks far too easily.”
Why did he keep provoking me like this? Did he need to see me cry to feel satisfied?
Should I force out some tears?
But tears didn’t come just because I wanted them to—though I was admittedly quite good at crying.
“If My Lady had any sense of shame, she wouldn’t be able to hold her head up in this mansion.”
Erich bit his lip slightly, pondering the reaction he wanted.
“…I’m sorry.”
“For what, exactly?”
“It’s because I’m not the kind of mistress you expected, right? Then it must be my fault.”
A strange ripple passed through Erich’s steel-gray eyes.
“You’re… apologizing?”
Taking it as a positive sign, I met his gaze and clasped my hands tightly.
“I may never become the kind of exemplary mistress who pleases you, Baron, but I’ll do my best not to cause you any trouble.”
The emotional waves in his steel-gray eyes surged even more violently.
Erich clenched and unclenched his fist, grinding his teeth.
‘Did I answer wrong?’
Apparently, my sincere apology—as the daughter of Libertan—only made him angrier. Maybe he’d preferred if I’d cried and thrown a tantrum.
“…Just what…”
He asked in a strained voice, as if forcing the words out.
“What could you possibly know to apologize like that?”
Unable to stay still, Erich twisted his sensitive face into an expression full of pain.
“But apart from apologizing, there’s nothing else I can do.”
At my calm reply, Erich finally left me.
“Of all the ignorant things to say.”
He muttered bitterly before walking away.
Though the interruption had passed, hearing that Libertan had fallen made me suddenly reluctant to stay in the study.
‘Better not give anyone any reason to suspect me.’
So I decided to return to my room immediately and try to sleep—as I would have, if not for Johan knocking on my door late at night.
“Darling, are you asleep?”
Even at this late hour, Johan wore his formal attire perfectly pressed. In his arms, he held a lavish bouquet of red roses.
I stared at the bouquet in surprise. He casually shook it and gave me a languid smile.
“I’ve just finished something I’ve been planning for a long time. So I thought I’d celebrate by giving you these flowers.”
Just as I’d expected—the Libertan Ducal House had fallen today.
‘Good.’
Those despicable people deserved utter ruin. Even if it made my life a little more complicated, I was genuinely happy about Libertan’s downfall.
“I wonder if my flowers please you, darling.”
Johan stepped closer and gently placed the rose bouquet into my arms.
‘It has no scent.’
Upon closer inspection, I realized these weren’t real flowers—they were artificial. The roses shimmered unusually brightly because their stamens were made of gemstones.
“They’re truly beautiful.”
Artificial flowers adorned with gemstones… The mastermind really had a different scale for spending money. I even checked the petals, wondering if they were gemstones too—but unfortunately, they weren’t.
‘Actually, artificial flowers might be better gifts than real ones.’
Suddenly, I remembered the birthday bouquet I’d received back at Libertan—how shocked I’d been to find a bug hidden inside. For a moment, I tensely checked these flowers too, worried another bug might appear.
‘Thankfully, no bugs.’
Johan, his eyes oddly tinged with red, asked,
“So my flowers do please you, then?”
“Yes. After all, this is the first gift the Duke has ever given me.”
Since this was the first proper gift I’d ever received, my heart couldn’t help but flutter.
‘Is this also meant to tempt me?’
Perhaps the mastermind—with his vast intelligence network—knew I disliked bugs and deliberately chose artificial flowers.
“I’ll treasure them.”
Johan plucked a single bloom from the bouquet in my arms, smiled sweetly, and tucked it behind my ear.
“The flowers suit you wonderfully. It makes giving them worth it.”
“That’s a compliment, right?”
“Of course it is. It’s exactly what I wish for most from you, darling.”
“Then I’m happy too.”
I beamed up at Johan.
“As long as I’ve managed to fulfill even a little of what you wished for.”
Strangely, his lips seemed to stiffen slightly—especially his fingertips, which tensed just a bit.
‘Is he hungry?’
If he’d just finished framing Libertan for treason, he probably hadn’t had time to eat. Knowing the mastermind’s nature, he might have even skipped meals on such an important day.
‘How important could a meal be?’
Thank goodness Betty had given me those cookies. They weren’t a proper meal, but better than nothing.
Setting the bouquet aside, I took out Betty’s cookies and offered them to Johan.
“It’s nothing special, but would you like a cookie?”
“Bear-shaped cookies?”
“Actually, there are rabbits and chicks too, not just bears.”
Johan’s expression grew even more complicated.
He seemed surprised that cookies were just lying around in my room. Then again, noblewomen usually didn’t keep such things on hand.
“You said you just finished something you’d planned for a long time.”
“So you’re giving them to me?”
“Yes. Right now, this is all I have to offer you, Duke.”
To be honest, even these cookies came from the mansion’s kitchen, so I felt a little embarrassed. But I decided to be shameless about it anyway.
“Congratulations. I’ll pray that everything you do from now on succeeds.”
Johan’s eyes darkened. He stared at the cookies silently for a moment, saying nothing. An awkward silence settled between us.
‘Well… on the day you’ve succeeded in your revenge, you should be eating something far more elegant than cookies.’
He looked utterly baffled at having received something as humble as cookies.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Chapter Comments (44)
Duke of Libertan must have suffered a severe brain injury from being beaten.
Why would he want to see Estelle?People don’t easily choose to become demons.
Johan’s reason for choosing to become a demon is your evil.Johan, don’t fall in love.
Keep your obsessive love to yourself.
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“He requests to see Miss Estelle one last time.”
No. Slap him a bunch and cut out his tongue. Then tell him you didn’t hear hiim the first time and can he please a bit more clearly.
“But about this note—why exactly must I stay awake?”
Slight, ever so slight, flaw in your logic: you aren’t husband and wife. By your own design.
‘Johan’s study.’
She’s been ill all her life, though, so why suspect Johan?
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agustus_orchid
Summer fairy, from now on your life will be filled with a gentle wind that brings a light breeze. 💮🍃
You will never face any difficulties anymore.
agustus_orchid
How my summer fairy defeated the demon with her kindness and gentleness.
My summer fairy is number one.💮🍃
agustus_orchid
It’s good that you went to the study room,
summer fairy. 💮
Gathering information is important.
agustus_orchid
Estelle, eat plenty.
Betty, thank you. Betty, we are grateful, take good care of Estelle.