My Husband Was Stolen Twice (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
He was a man with a cold impression. Unlike Eric, who always swept his hair back, his golden strands fell over his eyebrows and fluttered gently.
“Seat? Since when did the auction house have assigned seating?”
As soon as the man finished speaking, a chilling aura filled the auction hall. Was it just Roje’s imagination, or had it suddenly grown eerily quiet?
Roje swallowed hard and looked up at the man. His blue eyes, like those of a wild beast, stared coldly down at her.
‘…He somehow seems terrifying.’
The moment their eyes met, Roje hastily averted her gaze. But she couldn’t just leave—it was clearly her seat, after all.
Roje fiddled with her number plaque, then gripped it firmly as if steeling herself.
“It says number 38 here.”
She cautiously extended her number plaque toward the man, fully convinced that this number indicated her seat.
Seeing Roje refuse to back down, the man’s expression grew even colder.
“Madam! Wait a moment!”
At that instant, Sern, who had been watching the man’s demeanor, turned pale and stepped in front of Roje. Frantically, he tugged at her arm and whispered urgently.
“Madam, that’s not a seating ticket—it’s your bidding number. When an item you want appears, you raise this number and state your bid.”
“A… bidding number?”
Roje’s face flushed with embarrassment at Sern’s rapid explanation. Deliberately ignoring the man’s sharp glare, she whispered back to Sern.
“Then where do I sit?”
“You may sit anywhere you like.”
A cold bead of sweat trickled down Roje’s back.
‘So… I just told someone who was sitting perfectly fine to move aside?’
Roje forced a stiff smile and awkwardly blinked her eyes. Was that intimidating-looking man still staring at her?
She darted her large eyes around and quickly glanced sideways. The man was still fixedly watching her.
‘If I stay like this, I might really anger him.’
Sern remained tense, glaring back at the man. His gaze toward Roje was distinctly threatening—the glint in his eyes visible through his hair truly made him seem like the madman of the North, as rumors claimed.
Sern bowed deeply—ninety degrees—to the man and apologized. All he wanted was to quickly leave this place with Roje.
“My deepest apologies, Grand Duke Arteum.”
At the sound of “Grand Duke Arteum” from Sern’s lips, Roje’s already wide eyes bulged like a rabbit’s.
‘Grand Duke Arteum…!’
The bloodthirsty, heartless madman her governess had repeatedly warned her never to cross.
And now, that very person sat right before Roje. The auction hall fell deathly silent. Everyone held their breath, glancing furtively between Roje and the Duke.
They wondered who’d dared provoke Grand Duke Arteum so recklessly—and what bizarre punishment he might inflict.
Grand Duke Arteum rose indifferently from his seat and extended his pale, bloodless hand toward Sern, who had bowed his head before him.
The moment his hand reached for Sern, Roje’s mind went completely blank.
‘What’s he going to do to Sern?!’
If young Sern suffered something terrible because of her, Roje would be consumed by guilt and unable to sleep.
Just as the Duke’s hand was about to touch Sern, Roje desperately lunged forward and grabbed his collar.
“……”
At her touch, Grand Duke Arteum paused in place, furrowed his brow, and turned to look behind him.
Roje took a step forward and stood protectively in front of Sern.
The Duke’s gaze shifted from Sern to Roje. Already trembling with nerves, Roje began to shiver all over the moment she met his eyes.
“I’ve committed an offense. Please accept my apology.”
Though Roje kept her eyes locked with the Duke’s, her voice trembled. She tried her best to stand tall and appear confident, but everyone present could sense it clearly:
Roje had overcome her fear and stepped forward.
“……”
Grand Duke Arteum’s eyes flickered strangely as he looked at Roje. What on earth was going through his mind?
Noticing his faint, upward-curving lips, Roje let out a sigh of relief.
‘He doesn’t seem upset. Now that I’ve apologized, I can probably leave.’
Just as she thought this and moved quickly to slip away…
Roje turned and realized—people already filled the space behind her completely. There was absolutely no room to squeeze through.
‘Ah, should I go forward instead?’
Unlike the densely packed back, the front was oddly, suspiciously empty. Roje took a hesitant step forward—but froze at the voice echoing from behind.
“Sit down?”
It was Grand Duke Arteum’s voice. A chill ran down her spine, making her shudder.
Surely he wasn’t speaking to her—she thought, and tried to take another step.
“Did you not hear me telling you to sit?”
His voice came again. Though Roje hoped he wasn’t calling her, she couldn’t help but steal a glance backward—just in case.
And there it was: direct eye contact with Grand Duke Arteum, who was staring straight at her, smirking faintly. His smile made her insides burn.
‘He really was telling me to sit down?’
…Why?!
She felt like grabbing his shoulder and demanding an answer—but didn’t dare risk further offending him.
Swallowing the words rising to her throat, Roje asked in a trembling voice, pointing at herself, praying he wasn’t actually addressing her.
“Are you speaking to me?”
“Yes. Who else is standing here besides you?”
“There are plenty of people standing…”
Roje murmured to herself as she glanced around the auction hall—after all, many people were indeed standing, contrary to the Duke’s claim.
But only for a moment. Those who had been peering in like meerkats turned pale and quickly sat down—surely out of fear from Grand Duke Arteum’s menacing glare.
Now only Roje and Sern remained standing awkwardly in the hall. The fact that he could instill such fear with just his eyes made Roje feel even more terrified of the man before her.
“I was just going to sit in the front…”
Roje forced an awkward smile, trying to excuse herself from the seat. But the Duke’s next words stopped her cold.
“You intend to block my entire view from the front?”
His sharp voice pierced straight into her ears.
‘Maybe it’s better to sit here like a ghost and disappear afterward—rather than provoke him from the front.’
At the Duke’s chilling tone, Roje reluctantly sat down beside him, swallowing her discomfort.
Not long after Roje took her seat, the auction began.
Tense and fearing some retaliation, Roje finally breathed a sigh of relief when the Duke made no move against her.
Only then could Roje focus on the auction. Though she had no particular item she wished to buy, she found genuine enjoyment in observing the rare treasures on display.
“Thirty million res.”
“Thirty-five million res!”
Bids echoed from those vying for the items. As expected of nobles, their bidding started at astonishing amounts.
‘I heard a lower noble’s annual living expenses range from one to two thousand res. And ordinary commoners need about a million res per year.’
Roje’s jaw dropped at the bid—three times a lower noble’s yearly expenses.
‘The nobles gathered here truly live on a completely different level from regular people.’
Still unable to fully grasp that she herself belonged to that same tier, Roje gazed at the crowd with awe.
“Any further bids? We’ll begin the countdown now. Three, two, one.”
To win an item, one must announce a higher bid before the auctioneer on stage finishes counting to three. Otherwise, the item goes to the last person who called out a price.
Bang, bang, bang.
“This item is sold for thirty-five million res.”
Once the sale was confirmed, a maid approached the winning bidder—not to collect payment, but to take his bidding plaque.
‘So you can only win one item, it seems.’
Without a bidding plaque, one couldn’t place further bids. Roje resolved to carefully choose what to buy as she scanned the auction catalog.
Aside from “Luna’s Tear,” she didn’t recognize any other items—but she had no intention of bidding on “Luna’s Tear” anyway.
Just then, the bidding for Luna’s Tear began.
“This is Luna’s Tear. We’ll start bidding at fifty million res.”
At the auctioneer’s words, people quickly began raising the price.
“Fifty-five million res.”
“Sixty million res!”
“Sixty-five million res.”
“Eighty million res.”
‘That’s obviously fake anyway…’
Everyone was throwing away fortunes on a counterfeit.
Hearing the rapidly escalating bids, Roje clicked her tongue inwardly. At that moment, Grand Duke Arteum, who had been silent, raised his bidding plaque and spoke.
“One hundred million res.”
Grand Duke Arteum jumped from eighty million to one hundred million—adding twenty million in one go. Though the price was high, the other nobles weren’t ready to concede.
“One hundred twenty million res.”
“One hundred twenty-five million res!”
Grand Duke Arteum picked up his bidding plaque again, seemingly ready to bid once more as the price kept climbing.
Sitting right beside him, Roje couldn’t help but be distracted by the Duke’s intent to bid on “Luna’s Tear.”
She couldn’t possibly stop everyone in the distant crowd—but the Duke was right next to her.
In an instant, the bid soared to three hundred million res.
‘What should I do…? It’s bothering me.’
Roje kept glancing anxiously at Grand Duke Arteum—after all, he was about to spend an enormous sum on a fake. Just as he raised his hand to bid even higher,
“Don’t.”
Roje blocked his hand and shook her head.
“What?”
The Duke expressed clear displeasure at Roje’s interference.
Meeting his icy expression—cold enough to make her spine crawl—Roje briefly regretted meddling. Yet she squeezed her eyes shut and forced the words out in a strained whisper.
“Don’t buy that.”
“What concern is it of yours?”
Just as expected—a voice laced with thorns. Roje cursed herself inwardly for yet again interfering, sweat beading on her skin.
‘I really need to fix this habit… I automatically stepped in without thinking. I should’ve just closed my eyes and pretended not to see.’
Outwardly, she appeared timid and quiet. By nature kind-hearted, she often volunteered for tasks others avoided, saying “I’ll do it,” and helped others even before they asked.
She simply couldn’t walk past someone in trouble.
‘The Duke probably has plenty of money anyway.’
After all, he was once the Crown Prince. It was impossible to imagine just how much wealth he possessed.
Whether he spent three hundred million or a billion res on a fake, such sums might mean little to him.
Regretting her words wouldn’t change anything—it was already too late.
‘Should I just tell him to go ahead and buy it again?’
Roje glanced at the Duke—but seeing his expression, she tightly shut her mouth.
He was glaring at her with a look that clearly said: “If you call me over something trivial, you’ll regret it.”
In the end, Roje decided to tell the truth—even if he chose not to believe her.
“That’s a fake.”
“A fake?”
“Yes.”
“How would you know that? Are you implying these people are mocking the nobles present?”
“No… I think they don’t realize Luna’s Tear is fake either.”
She mumbled timidly, as if to say, “Buy it if you really want to.” But perhaps her words had struck a chord—the Duke slowly lowered the bidding plaque he’d been holding.
“Countess Wens.”
Roje jumped in surprise at the sound of the Duke calling her name.
‘He… already knew who I was?’
“Yes?”
When Roje answered in a dazed voice, the Duke spoke quietly.
“If that were genuine… you’d pay dearly for interfering with me.”
His low, resonant voice froze her in place. Though she knew it was fake, the beast-like intensity in his eyes made her throat burn dry.
Grand Duke Arteum—the madman of the North.
Somehow, an uneasy premonition crept over her: she’d made a terrible mistake by crossing him.
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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