Sometimes, the memory of the body is clearer than reason. The reason why such haunting memories linger like scars is perhaps due to this. If memories of the past are scars, then what is newly engraved over them should be called bleeding wounds.
The fingers of the woman lying on the bed clenched rapidly. With every touch of the man’s lips moving over her body, floral patterns of heat were etched onto her. The woman’s nails, twitching as if in convulsion, left long marks on the man’s arms and back of his hand, but he paid no heed, focused only on ravaging her appearance.
His lips touched her cheeks, nape, the hollow of her collarbone, and down to her rapidly heaving chest. With the deepening act, sighs escaped the woman’s lips.
It felt like heat was rising wherever he touched. His recent kiss on her skin, the wrist he grasped, and the gaze that devoured her, all of it set her ablaze. Disheveled by him, he looked down at her as if all of this had nothing to do with him. But she knew. In those clear blue eyes looking down at her, there was an unmistakable thirst.
Her flushed lips, her heaving chest, and her reddened skin, all stirred the desires in his lower abdomen. If it weren’t for the rein of restraint, his hands would have already parted her legs. He would have explored the most intimate areas, kissed skin never touched by anyone else. Not content with just leaving marks as if it were a child’s play, he would have caressed her in a way that would engulf her in shivers.
Despite such intense desires, the reason the man held back was simple.
“Your Majesty. Do I still look like her to you?”
“…….”
The man’s forehead, lost in lust, slightly furrowed.
“You know it. She’s dead. And what you have in your hands is only me.”
Only I am by your side, and only I can quench your thirst.
The woman’s serpentine whisper opened the tightly sealed lips of the man.
“……Say my name.”
“Peter.”
She felt his restraint thinning. This moment was what she loved the most.
The moment she could draw such a seemingly unshakeable man into her fold with just his name.
The moment when the repressed madness and desire, like a tidal wave, overwhelmed him.
“Peter.”
She whispered again, caressing his heated cheek with a touch akin to a snake’s temptation. The man’s eyes wavered, and just as she was about to speak again,
“……Stop.”
The man fiercely shook off her hand. His face remained uncreased, but she knew it marked the limit of his patience.
His low voice scraped his throat as it harshly flowed out.
“Don’t be impudent. Remember why you are here. What your existence is for.”
“Of course, I know. I am your doll, Your Majesty.”
A doll to replace his dead lover. A plaything thrown to quell his madness.
She existed only to whisper sweet nothings.
So, she continued to whisper those sweet words into his ear today, but the response she received was cold.
“I will never truly desire you.”
He desired her yet loathed that very fact.
Amidst that contradiction, the woman, Lowell, kissed the man and laughed inwardly.
No, you will love me.
And I will leave you the moment you love me the most.
‘Remember this well, Peter.’
I will be your most radiant madness. An endless white night you cannot escape.
There are things that often come to mind when one stands at the brink of life. They call it the ‘life flashing before one’s eyes.’ The lingering attachments to life that one can’t let go of even at the brink of death are referred to as such by the world.
Lowell’s life flashes before her eyes, always taking the form of a boy, the most beautiful face she had ever seen. A boy who loved her more than anyone else, and whom she loved in return – her childhood friend, Peter.
Whenever she braced for death, the same voice echoed in her mind.
“I wish you had died in spring.”
A voice as clear as the wind sweeping through a wheat field. Memories that replay whenever she blinks.
“That way, I could have put many flowers on your grave.”
The boy in her memories always wore the same face.
His deep blue eyes firmly embedded in her memory. His expression, devoid of smiles, like his flat voice.
Even the corners of his mouth, which he struggled to lift into a faint smile when their eyes met.
Lowell gazed at the boy and smiled in response.
“I wish I had died in winter.”
“Why?”
“Because snowflakes are also flowers.”
That way, even if Peter didn’t visit, Lowell’s grave would be a field of pure white flowers.
The conversation was rather absurd, considering they were only fifteen at the time. Children discussing death at such a young age.
But for Lowell and the boy, this dialogue wasn’t out of the ordinary.
Lowell was living on borrowed time.
Lowell Hessen, the youngest daughter of the Hessen family, known for owning the warmest territory in the Belf Empire, had been frail since birth. She was prone to illnesses, and the change of seasons always meant falling sick, but until then, she was just a bit weaker than other children.
However, everything changed after a severe fever at the age of ten.
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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