[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Yeah. Does that kid Kian even know about this?”
“He doesn’t yet. I plan to tell him soon.”
“I hope the child won’t be too shocked…”
Grandmother probably has no idea that I’m more shocked than Kian himself.
After telling Grandmother to rest comfortably, we headed back to our room.
There isn’t even the slightest resemblance between Kian and me—how can she possibly believe such a thing!
“Now tell me. Why did you tell Grandmother that Kian is my biological son?”
“Think about it. Isn’t it strange that I’m taking care of a blue-eyed, blond-haired child who’s neither yours nor mine? Even if Gillian accepts that I have a beloved woman, the idea that I’d adopt a child with her—especially one I supposedly dislike so much… Do you really think Gillian would fall for that so easily?”
Hmm. As expected of a clever villain, he was sharp-minded. It was a shame his intelligence was being used at my expense.
“But even if we accept that, you shouldn’t deceive Grandmother too…”
“I have to deceive even Grandmother to make it flawless. If we handle this clumsily, we won’t fool Gillian. I thought you of all people would understand that best.”
“I’m not someone like you—someone who can instantly grasp everything just by seeing a single side of a person through sheer insight. I’m just an ordinary person.”
Although I’d merely described Sikar’s character traits, he let out a soft “Hmmph,” as if complimented, and slightly lifted the corner of his mouth.
They say that since childhood, whenever Grandmother praised him, he’d coolly lift the corner of his lips like that.
Since he knew I was aware of this habit, he made that noise to hide his embarrassment from me.
A villain who enjoys compliments? It didn’t suit him at all.
“It’d be better to let them believe you’re his birth mother if we’re going to adopt Kian.”
“You mean I should even tell Kian himself that I’m his real mother?”
“Yes.”
“That’s impossible. You know how much Kian resents and hates his birth mother.”
“At this moment, Kian actually longs for his birth mother. If Gillian ever discovers Kian’s existence, I’ll either have to wage war against Gillian or kill Kian. And if that happens, you’ll become useless to me. As you well know, I don’t waste time persuading people. Decide right now—will you become Kian’s mother, or will you be buried in the same grave as him?”
This madman is really forcing me to become a liar.
“I’ll do it.”
“Good choice.”
‘How can this possibly count as thoughtful consideration and a conscious reply? I only answered because my life was in danger!’
“Now that we’ve revealed you as Kian’s birth mother, our next step should be to find Valije buried in the snow.”
Valije was Kian’s biological father.
Valije, fighting against the deposed king’s forces in the snowy mountains to protect Kian, was buried somewhere beneath the snow.
As he grew up, whenever Kian felt weak-hearted, he’d remember his father buried in the snowy mountains and steel his resolve to find his remains someday.
Later, after ascending the throne, Kian would finally locate Valije’s body and lay him to rest in the royal cemetery.
And now Sikar was saying he’d find Valije’s remains right away.
Even I, who empathized more than anyone with the protagonist Kian’s misfortunes, had forgotten about that—but Sikar remembered.
Whether it was because of his excellent memory or genuine sympathy for Kian’s suffering, I couldn’t tell, but of all the faces I’d seen from Sikar so far, this was the most human.
“Then I’ll ask Kian about it myself.”
“Of course you should. If I ask, it’ll seem odd—like a husband trying to locate his wife’s ex-husband’s remains.”
More likely, he knew Kian wouldn’t tell him even if he asked.
“Also, be careful with your words in front of Kian. He needs to see me as superior to you so he’ll listen to me properly.”
“That’s only true if Kian is your subordinate. It’s different when he’s your child. He doesn’t feel any warmth from you, that’s why.”
“Which is exactly what’s strange. Kian knows that someone as strong and cold as me could end his life in an instant. So why doesn’t he treat me with caution?”
“Kian won’t start calculating like that until later. He’s still just a child—he can’t think that far ahead yet.”
“Truly the mark of foolish bloodline. Even as a child, I could calculate everything perfectly.”
‘That’s just part of your character design! Of course they gave all the good traits to you—the main boss villain Kian has to face!’
“So Lucy leaves home tomorrow. After I nicely return Lucy to Raydocs tomorrow, it’d be best to talk to Kian about the adoption—and confess that you’re his birth mother as well.”
“Then please buy some clothes for Kian on our way back tomorrow.”
“That’s something the servants can handle…”
“No, you must choose and buy them yourself. That’s what a father does. You say, ‘Kian, I bought these hoping to get closer to you—I hope you like them.’”
“It makes me want to vomit.”
“You can’t convey your feelings through servants. They won’t feel any sincerity from that.”
“Wait—do you feel the same way?”
“Huh?”
Sikar lifted the corner of his lips slightly, as if he’d just heard something highly amusing, and leaned his head toward me again.
“I’m asking if this applies to you—if you ever wished I’d bought you clothes and felt disappointed when I didn’t.”
Why does he keep slipping into these misunderstandings?
“I wasn’t disappointed, so don’t worry about me like that.”
“Huh… I forgot you’re the type who spent five years pining silently, never even uttering a single word of affection. Fine. Tomorrow, I’ll buy you a dress too.”
‘Ah, no! Don’t misunderstand in that way!’
“Let me hold your hand for a moment.”
Sikar reached out his hand to take mine, but I instinctively hid my hand behind my back.
“Again, why?”
“I don’t clearly remember your style preferences.”
“You don’t need to remember things like that.”
“I find it easier to remember. Even if you’re embarrassed, giving me your hand will benefit you.”
Every sentence came with half a threat.
Frowning unhappily, I reluctantly held out my hand. After reading my memories for a long while, Sikar sighed as if his head ached.
“You have absolutely no eye for clothes. Are dowdy, bland outfits really your taste?”
“That’s just because you don’t understand the fashion of the era I lived in. For someone like me, this is perfectly ordinary.”
“Ordinary is precisely the problem. Do you really think it’s acceptable for the Duchess of this realm—the wife of Sikar Blake—to wear ordinary clothes? I’ll have to buy your clothes from now on. The Duchess cannot be seen wearing something plainly tacky.”
“You’re going to buy my clothes?”
“Yes.”
“I could just buy good ones myself if you gave me money instead.”
“Could it be…”
Sikar lifted one corner of his lips again, amused, and walked closer to me.
“Are you planning to secretly siphon off some money behind my back? If you’ve even entertained that thought, abandon it right now. You’ll be caught anyway.”
Ah, so that’s how it is. My foolish dream was over before it began.
Leaving the room, I stopped by Kian’s room. He’d already fallen asleep again.
His tiny brow was tightly furrowed—perhaps he was having another nightmare.
The protagonist Kian often dreamed of running through forests as if chased by someone whenever he fell asleep.
Panting heavily, dashing through the woods for a long while, Kian would suddenly fall off a cliff in the dream.
Sometimes he’d wake up before the fall, but the nightmare would often repeat.
If I became Kian’s mother, even just until we found Veronia as Sikar suggested, could this small child finally escape those terrifying dreams?
In his next dream, might he run into my arms instead of falling off the cliff?
As I tried to let go of Kian’s hand and stand up, his tiny fingers gripped mine tightly.
‘Alright. Even if it’s a lie, becoming a mother to this deeply wounded child wouldn’t be so bad. As long as he can grow up brighter…’
After kissing Kian’s forehead gently, I quietly slipped out of the room.
The next day, Sikar and I were waiting in the carriage again to retrieve the runaway Lucy.
Since we didn’t know the exact time she’d appear, we’d left far too early—and I felt slightly uneasy about not even saying goodbye to Kian.
The weather was even colder than usual, and waiting so long in the carriage made me shiver uncontrollably.
“Sikar. It’s so… so cold today. At this rate, we might freeze to death in the carriage first. Don’t you have… hot packs or something?”
“It’d be nice if we did, but unfortunately, we don’t. Though I’ve actually considered producing them—they seem like a truly useful item.”
“Huh… If you’re going to… do it soon…”
“Are you really that cold?”
“I don’t look like I’m shivering on purpose, do I?”
“Hmm. I can’t tell whether you’re genuinely cold or just pretending so you can snuggle up to me. I can read memories, but not people’s hidden intentions.”
Huh?
Sikar scratched his brow as if troubled, then spread his right arm wide and opened one side of his cloak.
“Though the latter seems more suspicious, catching a cold would be troublesome—come here. My embrace is quite warm.”
Sikar’s expression was as if… I’d been scheming all sorts of tricks just to cling to him, yet he was magnanimously offering his warmth for my sake. Honestly, it was infuriating.
“No, I won’t. I said I won’t go.”
Well, that was my intention.
But against the real cold, I simply had no resistance left.
Since he already firmly believed I adored him, slipping into his arms wouldn’t even be embarrassing.
Defiantly thinking “Fine, do as you please,” I slipped quickly into Sikar’s cloak.
Though being inside Sikar’s embrace—whose mere gaze could sometimes chill my heart—made my skin crawl, his body heat was genuinely warm due to his high metabolism, making me reluctant to leave.
It was so warm I almost regretted not shouting out earlier, “I love you so much, Sikar!” and clinging to him right away.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Chapter Comments (37)
Sikar is so delusional it’s hilarious! I wonder if he’ll ever come to the realization that she doesn’t actually like him?
How is Sikar going to react when he reads her memories and sees she didn’t lie to Kian about being his mother?
😂🤣😂🤣 Sikar had to suffer the consequences of lying to his grandma! This is hilarious! But poor Kian, he doesn’t want to sit on Sikar’s lap!
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I appreciated that Sikar—who must have read my thoughts—remembered I couldn’t dr
Is Sikar remembering because he just has a good memory? Or is he starting to care for our heroine and this is just the beginning of his feelings for her?
“Your efforts to win my favor are commendable, but I’m not the type to be swayed
How is trying to buy 30 more dresses winning your favor? 😂🤣
“Sikar, I’ve never seen it in the novel, but has no one ever liked you before?”
Oh my gosh! What a question to ask someone! 😂🤣😂
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I’m enjoying this so far. I’m curious how Sikar will change towards her once he starts to fall in love. I’m also curious about what other embarrassing memories he’s going to pull out of her! 😅😂