My Husband Was Stolen Twice (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
The red-haired man whispered softly into Doana’s ear.
“Do you like me, or do you like the Count?”
Instead of answering, Doana fiercely claimed the man’s lips and then smiled contentedly. Unbothered by what Eric might think if he found out, she surrendered completely to the instinct right before her eyes.
After the intense moment ended, silence fell. The man glanced at Doana, then hurriedly got up.
He slowly walked toward the exit. Just before stepping out the door, he winked at her and said,
“Call for me anytime you need me again.”
Bang.
After the man left, Doana was left all alone.
“Ugly thing.”
She frowned, staring fixedly at the spot where the man had vanished.
The red-haired man was a low-ranking knight in the Count’s household. He had already secretly met Doana three times now, each time caught in her radar when her passions flared.
She had meant to end it after just once, but he was far too good. So good, in fact, that his plain face haunted her sleepless nights.
“Why would I call you again?”
Sighing, Doana resolved once more—just as she had before—to stop seeing him. Unable to hide her exhaustion any longer, she blinked her eyes wearily and fell asleep as if collapsing.
And two hours later.
Doana, who had dozed off, suddenly shot up after checking the clock in her room.
“It’s already past ten…”
Eric was surely waiting for her.
She quickly washed herself with warm water and hurriedly prepared to leave. Though the Count’s estate wasn’t far—only about a ten-minute walk—her heart was filled with unbearable anxiety.
“Move.”
A maid stood guard before Eric’s door. Doana pushed the maid aside with an irritable tone, then cleared her throat.
“Ahem,”
Switching completely from her earlier manner, she called out to Eric in a sweet, coaxing voice.
“My Lord. I’m here.”
“Come in.”
Once inside, Doana immediately gauged Eric’s mood.
Judging by his expression, he didn’t seem pleased. The man who always rushed to her was now sitting rigidly still.
Crossing his arms and perched on the edge of the bed, Eric tapped his fingers—clearly in a foul mood to anyone who saw him.
“Why were you late? I told you I hate it when people don’t keep time.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be late, but someone suddenly sent me on an errand.”
Offering a plausible excuse, Doana sat beside Eric and coquettishly leaned toward him. Yet despite her playful antics, Eric remained unmoved.
“Who gave you an errand? I explicitly instructed the Head Maid not to assign you any tasks.”
His cold gaze swept over Doana’s body. Startled by his words, Doana’s eyes darted in panic.
“It was Roje… No, the Countess who ordered me.”
“Roje did?”
“Yes. When the Countess commands, I must obey. After all, I’m merely a maid, but your wife is the Countess.”
Eric’s expression softened slightly. If she’d been late without reason, that would’ve been different—but this was understandable.
He abruptly grabbed Doana’s wrist, his eyes unashamedly burning with desire.
“Today, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
His expression held a strange ambiguity, unlike his usual self. A sudden wave of unease washed over her, but Doana obediently nestled into his arms.
Yet this was Doana’s mistake.
For this was the moment Eric’s unconventional tastes were revealed.
Time flew swiftly, and before long, only three days remained until the banquet. Roje had not wasted a single moment of the week she’d been given, determined not to make a misstep at the Grand Duke’s invitation.
“I’ve roughly figured out the nobles’ names and relationships, but not knowing their faces is a real flaw.”
It would’ve been wonderful to have photographs, but this world had no such thing as a “camera.”
If only she could match their faces to their names, the banquet would surely be a great success.
“…Which group should I start getting close to first?”
Roje wrote down Duchess Bella’s name—the socialite who dominated high society—but then shook her head and crossed it out.
“Duchess Bella’s circle wouldn’t even glance my way.”
She felt certain they’d disdain her, a social outcast of sorts.
Moreover, their age group didn’t align with hers, so conversation would likely be awkward. The middle-aged nobles already had grown children—making Roje practically their junior.
“And Tersia’s in that group too.”
Tersia was Eric’s birth mother. With her disapproving gaze, Roje knew she’d never be accepted into Duchess Bella’s circle.
Then… perhaps the unmarried young ladies her age?
Roje began jotting down the names of these noble daughters, tapping her pen thoughtfully.
“This might be worth a try.”
But what if they shunned her? Roje, a fallen noble’s daughter who hadn’t even made her debutante, didn’t even have a single friend.
“I’ll just have to take the plunge.”
She set her pen down firmly on the desk and slowly closed her eyes.
“By the way… what about those documents?”
The Grand Duke Arteum’s execution plan.
Roje had asked the butler to let her back into the study, but Eric hadn’t allowed her easy access.
Consequently, she’d been forced to take private lessons in the reception room, losing even the chance to glimpse those crucial papers.
In those transmigration novels, protagonists always resolved things so gracefully…
“Sigh…”
Reality’s barriers proved higher than expected. As Roje rested her chin in her hand and sighed,
“You’re sighing so deeply it feels like the ground might cave in.”
“Oh! When did you arrive?”
Eric appeared. Leaning casually against her doorway, he simply watched her before wordlessly extending his hand toward Roje.
Baffled by his sudden gesture, Roje tilted her head.
“Is he offering to escort me today of all days?”
They’d never even walked together before, let alone been escorted by him. Though wary of his unexpected kindness, she gently reached out her hand.
Roje’s hand lightly settled onto Eric’s palm. He grimaced fiercely and immediately shook her hand away.
“Not your hand. Give it.”
“…Give what?”
Before Roje could calm her startled heart, she looked at Eric with wary eyes.
“My gift.”
“A gift?”
“Yes. I know you prepared something for my birthday.”
He pointed toward an elegantly wrapped box atop Roje’s desk.
“That…”
Roje stared blankly at the gift she’d prepared. He’d misunderstood. She hadn’t prepared any birthday gift at all.
“Eric, I’m sorry, but I didn’t prepare a gift for you.”
“You didn’t prepare a gift?”
Ordinarily, she’d shower him with luxuries until his back nearly broke—yet this time, she’d bought absolutely nothing?
Especially when that gift box was so plainly sitting right there?
Eric found Roje’s stubborn refusal to comply utterly ridiculous.
“Then what is that?”
He pointed again pointedly at the wrapped present.
“That’s for Grand Duke Arteum.”
“…Grand Duke Arteum’s gift?”
Eric’s expression gradually hardened. He raised an eyebrow, exuding an icy chill.
“How absurd. Showing up empty-handed for your husband’s birthday without even a word of congratulations—yet bringing a gift for Grand Duke Arteum.”
“He invited me to the banquet.”
“And you’re giving him a gift just for inviting you once?”
Eric strode forward, eyes wide, and brutally seized Roje’s wrist. His grip was so tight that a sharp pain shot through her left wrist.
“It hurts! Let go!”
“To give Grand Duke Arteum a gift? You’re disgracing the name of House Wens beyond reason.”
He pinned Roje against the wall, glaring at her with clear disdain, pressing her so firmly she couldn’t budge.
“Well, of course—you wouldn’t understand politics. That’s why you pull these utterly pointless stunts.”
He mocked her with scorn, deeply displeased by her gesture toward the Grand Duke.
Roje’s heart swelled with indignation at the Count’s taunting words.
“No matter what, how could you say this to Roje?”
After all, regardless of anything else, Roje was his wife—and he knew full well her heart belonged to him…
She pitied Lady Roje deeply. To think she’d struggled so desperately just to earn Eric’s love, only to be treated this way.
Furious, Roje kicked Eric’s shin with all her strength. Startled, he stumbled backward and released her.
“You know perfectly well what my standing is in society! Everyone treats me like I’m invisible, yet the Grand Duke invited me! Can’t I even give a small token of thanks?”
Clutching her aching left wrist, Roje glared at Eric. Truly, he had terrible manners. His grip had been so strong that every slight movement of her fingers sent pain radiating through her wrist.
Stunned that Roje had kicked him, he stared at her with disbelief.
Ignoring Eric’s gaze, Roje picked up the gift box from her desk and walked out of her room without even looking back.
“It would’ve been better if he’d just said he wasn’t coming.”
The carriage heading toward Grand Duke Arteum’s mansion was profoundly quiet. They exchanged not a single word—and didn’t even meet each other’s eyes.
She’d hoped he’d refuse to attend Grand Duke Arteum’s banquet, but contrary to her expectations, Eric had boarded the carriage before her.
“…”
Eric glanced at Roje several times along the way, but she paid him no mind whatsoever.
The cold, tense carriage gradually came to a halt. They had finally arrived at Grand Duke Arteum’s estate.
Eric opened the carriage door and stepped out first. Though etiquette dictated that a gentleman should assist a lady in a dress, Eric showed her no such courtesy.
Not only had he failed to escort her—he’d simply strode off on his own.
“I didn’t expect anything anyway, you wretched Count.”
Muttering to herself that she wouldn’t take his hand even if offered, Roje carefully stepped down.
Perhaps because she’d dressed too lavishly for her first-ever banquet, she inevitably stepped on her own hem.
“Oh—ohh!”
Her body instantly lurched forward.
To trip on her hem and fall right upon arrival!
Beyond the pain, if she got covered in dirt, she’d have to return straight to the mansion without enjoying the banquet at all.
“I’m falling!”
The carriage was fairly high off the ground. Her body began plummeting rapidly. Roje squeezed her eyes shut as the ground rushed closer.
Thud.
Just then, someone caught falling Roje and lifted her into his arms.
Startled by the sudden lift, Roje’s eyes flew open.
“Eh—huh?”
Relief at not falling lasted only a moment before she realized she was dangling over an unfamiliar man’s shoulder.
The man carrying her carefully set her down on the ground. Roje raised her head to thank him—but her eyes widened in shock at the person standing before her.
“Ah—Grand Duke Arteum?”
“It’s been a while, Countess Wens.”
She’d expected a guard or the coachman to help her…
Instead, standing before her was Grand Duke Arteum himself, his strikingly blue eyes fixed intently upon her.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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