“I should thank him, but I’m not pleased.”
At my words, Daniel’s face, smiling gently, froze.
“Tell the Duke. The snack is sweet, but it didn’t sweeten my heart.”
Knowing it was rude, I immediately closed the door with a bang after taking the snack basket.
The neatly packed snack basket was thrown on the floor.
“You know what I mean.”
A mere greeting with the Duke isn’t enough. Even if I do nothing, the marriage between the Duke and me will proceed smoothly.
I needed a sure way to win his favor to avoid the predetermined separate house after marriage.
I had to imprint myself on him more.
To make sure he couldn’t consider me just an extra.
I woke up in the middle of the night. Knock, knock. A low, rhythmic knocking sound touched my ears.
It must be an assassin or a thief at this hour.
But what thief would be so polite?
‘…Could it be.’
Perhaps thinking that was enough of a greeting, the window opened without waiting for my response.
“You have a habit of using strange places as doors.”
Ha, the corners of my mouth lifted involuntarily.
“To have a secret conversation at a secret time, this is the perfect place to come and go.”
“This is the second time you’ve entered without my permission.”
“I apologize again for the rudeness.”
All talk.
The dazzling figure stood against the moonlight pouring through the window.
I didn’t mind my nightcap attire and seated him at the table. The candlelight flickered.
He smelled cold and chilly, having just come in from outside. It wasn’t unpleasant. A cold scent that awakened my dazed mind.
“If we get married, I’ll have a lot to say about your habits.”
For instance, his picky eating, or his habit of entering without my permission.
The conversation started with a joke. He immediately took the bait.
“Are you really going to betray your territory?”
Cotton seeds. The very thing the North desperately wants.
For this marriage, the Duke’s family agreed to provide cotton candy sufficient for half of the northern territory’s population.
Cotton candy is much warmer and thicker than thin cotton. However, even the durable cotton candy eventually wears out after a few years.
The cold North was always desperate to obtain cotton candy to keep their people warm, along with food. Knowing the North’s desperation, the South deliberately controlled the supply of cotton candy.
Of course, there was ‘leather’ as an alternative to cotton candy. Leather was warmer than cotton candy. But game was not always available to hunt, and it was more expensive than cotton candy.
If the North could grow cotton candy themselves, instead of importing it from the South.
Darius, wearing a silver mask, had vivid red veins in his eyes.
“You are the eldest daughter of the Porshe family.”
“As you said, I am the eldest daughter of the Porshe family. I will marry you carrying our family’s coat of arms, and once married, I will be your person.”
I, as a daughter of the Porshe family, will marry and become a wife of the Inkheart family. I was not unaware of what that meant.
“The curtains are worn out, and the security of my room is so lax that the Duke can enter at will. You must have noticed at a glance, but still, I ask. Do you think I am cherished and loved in this family?”
The Porshe family treated Annette like a horse they could use and discard.
That’s why Annette died so easily without anyone’s help and was quickly forgotten on the stage known as the original story.
This is a world for Darius and Evangeline, the two main characters.
Does it matter why an extra dies? Isn’t it more pressing to hear about how the main characters live?
But you know what?
It’s important to me. This is now my life.
I don’t want to die. It’s going to hurt no matter how I die. Even dying in my sleep would be difficult to breathe.
‘I’ve woken up several nights, and this is not a dream.’
Unfortunately. The reason I was frantic about transferring to another body right after the possession was because I hoped this might not be a dream.
Days passed, and whenever I woke up, I was still in Annette’s bed, and the girl with the unlikely pink hair in the mirror awkwardly looked back at me.
She looked at me, and I looked at her.
I really am Annette. My life is mine to save.
So, I decided to save it.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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