My Husband Was Stolen Twice (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
“It’s been sold for 360 million res!”
Bang bang bang.
While Roje stood frozen, staring at Grand Duke Arteum, “Luna’s Tear” was auctioned off to some unnamed noble.
A staggering 360 million res.
“Why aren’t you answering? Surely you’re not thinking of running away without taking any responsibility.”
Grand Duke Arteum glared at Roje as fiercely as a wild beast baring its fangs. Roje felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, which seemed ready to devour her at any moment.
Sweat soaked Roje’s palms under the duke’s intimidating presence. She stiffly held her ground, meeting his eyes with trembling uncertainty.
If she didn’t say anything right now…
‘I might die.’
The nickname “The Mad Murderer of the North” hadn’t been given without reason—he undoubtedly harmed others on a whim.
She needed to respond, yet for some reason, her lips refused to move. Fear, undoubtedly—the terror of not knowing what the duke might do to her—was suffocating her.
At last, Roje’s thin, trembling voice slipped out.
“I… I can pledge my body as responsibility.”
“My body?”
Roje, who had tightly shut her eyes as she answered, suddenly realized something was terribly wrong.
In her nervousness, she’d mistakenly said “body” instead of “neck.”
As if to confirm the kill, the duke repeated her words back to her.
“Oh…”
At that very instant, Roje’s face flushed crimson as if it might burst.
‘I must be mad!’
Her nerves had made her slip out something foolishly inappropriate.
“A-ah, no, I didn’t mean that.”
Roje belatedly tried to correct herself, but Grand Duke Arteum showed no sign of listening.
“I have no interest in a woman who already belongs to someone.”
Unconsciously, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly at Roje’s flustered state. But Roje, overcome with embarrassment, kept her head bowed deeply and missed his expression entirely.
‘I have to explain. Otherwise, he’ll think I’m some sort of strange woman.’
Roje was certain the duke had misinterpreted her intention. Hurriedly, she reached out her hand toward him.
“My lord Grand Duke Arteum.”
But before Roje’s hand could even touch him, Grand Duke Arteum rose from his seat.
Roje watched helplessly as the duke turned away without giving her a chance to clear up the misunderstanding. It wouldn’t be easy to hold onto a man who’d already turned his back on her.
Especially when that man was Grand Duke Arteum.
In the end, Roje couldn’t offer any explanation and simply let the duke go. Unaware that the duke hadn’t even taken her slip of the tongue seriously, Roje clutched her head in despair and let out a silent scream.
Grand Duke Arteum left the auction hall without a trace of regret and headed toward his carriage.
‘It’s unsettling to buy something after hearing it’s a fake.’
He’d come here solely to win “Luna’s Tear,” but now that the auction was over, he had no further reason to stay.
‘Maybe I should’ve just ignored it and bought it anyway.’
Truthfully, he didn’t fully trust Roje’s words—after all, in his eyes, she was simply “a foolish woman.”
A woman who’d driven a nail into her parents’ hearts, blinded by love and unable to distinguish right from wrong.
She hadn’t even contacted her parents first, so the rumors said.
Having fully exited the auction hall, Grand Duke Arteum shook his head and climbed into his carriage.
The auction was already over. No amount of reconsideration would change anything now. Recalling the noble who’d won “Luna’s Tear,” the duke murmured quietly.
“I can always pay extra to buy it from him.”
Casually uttering those words, the duke gazed out the window. The night air seeped coldly into the swiftly moving carriage.
“She’s the spitting image of Countess Serbiat.”
The duke murmured, remembering how Roje had looked at him with those large eyes.
Sixteen years ago, when he’d first seen Roje, he’d thought the same thing. Roje bore an astonishing resemblance to Countess Serbiat—so much so that Count Serbiat’s own genes seemed entirely absent, as if she’d inherited only her mother’s features.
Though that meeting sixteen years ago had been their last, he’d recognized her instantly. Roje, however, apparently hadn’t.
“Well, it’s understandable that the child wouldn’t remember me.”
The duke recalled the day he’d visited the Serbiat manor at Count Serbiat’s invitation. The first time he’d met Roje, she’d peeked out from behind the countess and said:
“You’re not the prince…”
“Oh dear, Roje! You’ve been singing songs about the prince for a whole week. Come out and greet him properly.”
“No… You’re not the prince… My prince… doesn’t look like that. Wahhhh!”
Seeing the duke’s face, Roje’s lip trembled until she finally burst into tears, insisting the prince she’d imagined wasn’t nearly so frightening.
The memory of Roje’s puffed-up cheeks and wailing face involuntarily brought a faint smile to Grand Duke Arteum’s lips.
Recalling his meeting with Roje had flooded him with happy childhood memories.
But it lasted only a moment—his expression swiftly hardened into something fierce and unreadable, his eyes flashing with an unsettling, furious glare.
“Sern.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“I… I think I might have made a mistake with the duke.”
Roje, who’d ultimately bought nothing, spoke dazedly to Sern, her voice hollow.
At a time like this, even a white lie like “No, you didn’t” would’ve been comforting—but Sern was still a rookie knight, too inexperienced in social graces.
“Yes… Don’t worry, my lady. No matter what happens, I’ll protect you.”
Sern had no idea that his well-intentioned reassurance only made things feel more dire for Roje. She let out a deep sigh, her expression even gloomier than before.
“I’d prefer it if there were nothing for you to protect me from.”
Sern, apparently not hearing her muttered remark, tilted his head and asked with confusion.
“But… why did you claim it was a fake? The auction organizer is highly trusted among nobles—someone reputable enough to run such events. He’s managed auctions flawlessly for years without a single issue.”
“It wasn’t the organizer who deliberately sold a fake—it was swapped out by someone else.”
“Really?! How do you know that?”
At Sern’s exclamation, Roje instantly clapped a hand over her mouth in dismay. She hadn’t meant to say that—her muddled state had made her blurt out something useless.
She didn’t actually know when, where, or who had switched it—after all, she hadn’t read the book carefully.
‘If only I knew that much, I could’ve spoken with confidence.’
Realizing it was pointless to say anything without actual knowledge, Roje awkwardly forced a smile in belated damage control.
“I saw it in a dream.”
“…”
Sern, who’d been watching Roje with bright, earnest eyes, awkwardly looked away at her mention of a “dream.”
“By the way, my lady—you didn’t buy a gift for the count. Is that really alright?”
Sern deliberately changed the subject, forcing a smile. He clearly didn’t believe a word she’d said.
Roje merely shrugged and replied nonchalantly.
“Do I really have to give him a gift?”
“What?!”
Sern’s eyes widened as if they might pop out of their sockets.
‘Every year on the count’s birthday, she used to make such an extravagant fuss that people would gossip about it for weeks.’
In fact, rumors had even spread that Roje wasn’t simply foolish—she’d married into the Serbiat family intending to bankrupt them and ruin the household.
Yet now such words came from her own lips. Sern couldn’t hide his astonishment, unable to believe what he’d just heard.
“The count doesn’t even celebrate my birthday.”
Roje spoke calmly, seemingly indifferent to Sern’s reaction. Count Wens wasn’t the type to remember, let alone celebrate, Roje’s birthday.
Every year, Roje had waited eagerly for the count on her birthday, only for him to return home the next morning after spending the night rolling around with other women.
“Well… I suppose that’s true.”
Sern nodded in reluctant agreement.
“That’s why I’ve decided not to celebrate his birthday from this year onward.”
Roje flashed an innocent, childlike smile and climbed into the carriage. Watching her stroll away, Sern murmured quietly.
“Has Lady Roje… changed?”
She used to throw herself into anything concerning the count with fiery intensity, but now something about her seemed looser, more detached.
“Is she pretending not to care… just to draw the count’s attention?”
But then again, Sern wondered if this might be another one of Roje’s strategies. He couldn’t imagine her suddenly cutting ties with the count so easily.
“Poor Lady Roje… so beautiful and young…”
Sern’s heart gave a sharp, aching pang.
“If this keeps up, the count will surely regret it later when Lady Roje’s heart grows cold.”
Shaking his head, Sern mounted his horse. The carriage sped energetically toward the count’s estate.
Even inside the moving carriage, Roje kept thinking about Grand Duke Arteum’s glaring eyes, leaving her deeply unsettled.
“Don’t worry. I’ll never cross paths with him again anyway.”
Since “Luna’s Tear” was definitely a fake, he wouldn’t direct his anger toward her. Yet despite knowing that, Roje’s heart kept racing nervously.
“And besides… he’ll be dead soon anyway…”
Roje trailed off softly. Though she’d only met him once, the thought of his impending death left her with an odd, uncomfortable feeling.
But she quickly shook her head and muttered to herself.
“Don’t dwell on it.”
It made more sense to focus on how she’d survive in this world going forward, rather than worrying about someone destined to die soon.
Back at the count’s estate, Roje soon forgot about her encounter with the duke and settled into calm, uneventful days. She spent her time studying and learning everything she could about this world.
Rumors spread that Eric and Doana got along so well they now shared a bedroom every night. Though everyone hushed up around Roje, she inevitably heard about it.
Doana brazenly visited Roje often. Though she was supposedly working as Eric’s maid, in reality, Doana did no work at all—she simply wore the uniform and stayed by Eric’s side.
“What are you always looking at like that?”
“Nothing. I was just bored sitting still.”
Doana’s voice suddenly rang out—Roje hadn’t even heard her enter. Without knocking, Doana had walked straight into her room. Roje quietly gathered her papers, ignoring her.
At Roje’s comment about being “bored,” Doana let out a soft, mocking chuckle.
‘Well, no one here bothers to keep you company. Of course you’d be bored.’
Doana flipped her long hair behind her ears and gave Roje a brief, scornful glance. But in the next moment, she put on a bright, cheerful smile and approached Roje.
“Aren’t you lucky I’m here? You don’t have anyone else to talk to. It’d be nice if the count were just a little kinder to you.”
Roje found Doana’s false concern and hollow words utterly laughable.
Doana fiddled with her earrings, turning her head this way and that as if showing them off.
‘Eric must have given them to her.’
It was obvious—no maid’s salary could afford such expensive sapphire earrings.
Seeing Doana desperately trying to show off in front of her, Roje gave a faint, knowing smile and pretended ignorance.
“What earrings?”
“Aren’t they pretty? They’re a gift.”
Doana brazenly flaunted the earrings her husband had given her, radiating smug superiority.
“I have a boyfriend now.”
Doana couldn’t suppress the smug curl of her lips. She was clearly itching to reveal the truth right then and there.
That your husband… is my lover.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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