The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 1
“My lady, the Count is looking for you.”
At the sight of the servant bowing his head before her, Erina, who had been sitting quietly, rose silently.
The servant led the way, guiding her out of the room. As she stepped into the corridor, a wall entirely made of glass revealed the gloomy weather outside, drenched in rain.
The servant descended the stairs from the second floor, where her room was located, heading toward the mansion entrance.
Standing just inside the entrance was a man who had just arrived and was brushing raindrops off his clothes with his hand.
Seeing the man, Erina halted her steps.
“You’ve come.”
When Erina spoke to him, the man stopped wiping the rain away and swept back his silver hair that glistened in the light.
Even under the bright indoor lighting, his vivid crimson eyes, fixed on Erina, twisted slightly.
Though Erina’s stomach churned at his reaction, she showed nothing outwardly.
“Bring her here.”
A knight standing quietly behind the man pushed forward a small figure clad in a black hood, placing her beside him.
With a completely ungentle hand, the man pulled back the hood and declared to Erina as if delivering an announcement:
“This child will be my heir.”
“Today is…”
Was it that day?
Erina swallowed the rest of her words, lowered her head, and quietly examined the trembling child before her.
The child’s light brown hair, resembling fine sand on a beach, was slightly damp, with raindrops clinging delicately to its ends.
Unable to bear the sight of the child who couldn’t even lift her head, Erina turned away.
Their eyes met—the man who had been silently observing Erina and she herself.
“There was never going to be a child between you and me, so I thought I’d need an heir and brought her.”
That man—who made even nonsense sound utterly absurd—was her husband and the male protagonist of the novel she had transmigrated into: Count Feyron Iols.
“Is there a problem?”
In truth, she had no issue.
Yet, in the original story, this was the moment Erina Iols was wounded by her husband bringing home an heir without a word to her, setting her on the path to becoming a villainess.
“No.”
But for her, who had transmigrated into Erina, this posed no problem at all.
“Not at all.”
Because Erina, who no longer loved Count Iols—her husband and the male lead—was not hurt.
“There’s no issue.”
At her reply, Feyron cast her a meaningful glance.
Erina briefly looked at the child still trembling violently, then turned her back on them.
Having acted differently from the original, Erina believed she would never become a villainess.
She hadn’t been hurt, she hadn’t been disappointed in him, and she hadn’t planted seeds of hatred toward that innocent child.
It wasn’t long before she realized that was a grave miscalculation.
[This is the timeline separator]A month ago, Erina realized she had transmigrated into a novel.
The original story was a common romance.
A cliché tale where the male lead, bound by political marriage to another, falls in love with a beautiful female lead, overcoming every obstacle through divine blessing and love.
In the original, the male lead was her husband, Feyron Iols, and Erina was the villainess created solely to highlight the protagonists’ love.
When she learned that she, as Erina, would end up interfering with the couple and meet a tragic end, she felt both relieved and wretched.
Even after realizing she had transmigrated into the novel’s Erina, the memories of living as Erina felt far too vivid.
She had already fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with her husband—the only light she believed she had in her dark life.
The moment she learned of her wretched fate, she faced the despairing reality that she had to kill those deeply rooted feelings of love.
But because she didn’t want to die alone and pitifully as in the original, she forced herself to let go of everything.
After crying for days and sorting through her feelings while reviewing the original plot, Erina finally understood why she had never received the love she so desperately wanted from him.
Erina had been the sole heir of House Medelia, but after her parents died early, she was deceived by an uncle who took control of the family estate.
Her uncle treated her like baggage and was eager to find her a marriage as soon as she came of age.
After years of hesitation, her uncle arranged a meeting with Count Iols, Feyron, based on a fairly advantageous political marriage proposal.
Erina, upon realizing she had been cast out by House Medelia, met Feyron for the first time with a puffy, tear-streaked face.
Even seeing Erina in such a disheveled state—far from her usual composure—Feyron remained courteous.
The moment Erina, overwhelmed with sorrow and crying uncontrollably before him, met his eyes as he quietly handed her a handkerchief with a stoic expression, she helplessly fell in love.
What was likely just meaningless kindness to him was salvation to Erina—like a single flower blooming on parched earth, appearing right before she plummeted off a cliff.
When Erina, clinging to this first love she had ever known, accepted the marriage positively, her uncle seized the opportunity and hastened the wedding.
On her wedding day, secretly dreaming of a happy future, Erina discovered that the only building her parents had left solely in her name had been included in the political marriage deal.
Her uncle had promised never to touch that building, yet as soon as Erina came of age, he transferred it to House Iols under the guise of family property.
Shocked, Erina confronted her uncle and learned the building had been passed to Feyron’s mother, Dowager Countess Mirea Iols.
Believing her parents’ only legacy had been stolen, Erina impulsively demanded it back from Mirea, who was essentially her mother-in-law.
Feyron happened to witness only the moment Erina was pleading childishly for the building from Mirea, leading him to view Erina as immature and greedy—someone who disregarded the terms of their political alliance.
Moreover, on her very first day at the Iols estate, Mirea confiscated the monthly allowance designated for the Countess, claiming it was for Erina’s “education.”
Panicked, Erina protested that the money was hers, and in her frustration, retorted—just as Feyron overheard:
“Then I’ll use your money, Mother!”
Unaware of the full context, Feyron instantly concluded Erina was shameless and greedy enough to try stealing even her mother-in-law’s money.
The moment those words left her lips, Erina found Feyron standing outside the door. She hurried after him to explain, but Feyron, already convinced of her character, refused to believe her.
Up until their wedding, Feyron had been respectful—but from that point on, he began treating Erina coldly.
Seeing the situation turn in her favor, Mirea grew smug and looked down on Erina, while the servants, realizing their mistress wasn’t favored by the head of the house, became oddly impolite.
Recognizing Erina’s powerless position as a daughter-in-law trampled underfoot, Mirea seized the opportunity to strip Erina of all rights befitting a Countess—and indulged in extravagance herself.
Erina’s monthly allowance was entirely spent by Mirea on dresses and jewelry, justified with various excuses:
“A Countess of Iols must not indulge in luxury,” “What does a mere viscount’s daughter know of money? I’ll teach her,” and so on.
Though Mirea was the one indulging in every luxury, Erina was always blamed for it under absurd pretenses.
The entire household was already under Mirea’s control, and everything reported to Feyron painted Erina as nothing but a greedy, shameless mistress—heedless of his growing misconceptions.
Unaware of this, Erina repeatedly requested meetings with Feyron, but he openly refused to see her.
Gradually, Erina became isolated within the estate.
With no trustworthy family to turn to, all Erina could do was cling to her futile, unrequited first love.
She lived quietly, hoping that someday Feyron would realize the truth behind his misunderstandings and finally see her for who she truly was.
But now that she knew the future, Erina had thrown both that first love and her hopes straight into the trash.
The original story began about a year after Erina’s marriage.
Trapped in what felt like a prison within the Iols estate, Erina, consumed by despair, began begging Feyron for an heir.
Today was the day Feyron, tired of Erina’s desperate pleas for affection and intimacy, finally brought home an orphan and presented her as his heir.
It was just before the original female lead appeared—the early part of the story where Erina began her transformation into a villainess.
In the original, Feyron ignored Erina’s furious outburst—“How can you be so heartless to a child like this!”—and turned away.
But now, she had discarded all feelings and expectations for him and didn’t lash out as the original Erina would have.
For a fleeting moment, Erina allowed herself a sliver of hope.
Perhaps Feyron, seeing this changed Erina, might finally be willing to talk—and maybe clear up their old misunderstandings.
Maybe, in this novel that glorified infidelity as legendary love, the doomed villainess—destined to die unloved—could instead live peacefully.
Perhaps even that short-sighted, foolish male lead might realize infidelity was wrong and abandon his fleeting, fiery passion.
If so, maybe he’d learn to respect his wife, Erina, and they could live an uneventful, peaceful life together.
Yes—maybe.
“Erina!”
At the shrill voice from beyond the door, Erina stopped repeatedly smoothing her hair and let out an audible sigh.
The maid standing nearby flinched at the sound, but Erina paid her no mind.
After all, every servant in this estate was merely eyes and ears for the Iols family—none of them viewed Erina kindly.
“Erina!”
The voice drew closer, accompanied by a rude, impatient knocking that pierced her ears.
The door burst open, and in strode Mirea Iols—Feyron’s mother and Erina’s mother-in-law.
“You’ve come, Mother.”
When Erina rose from her seat to greet her, the only response was a loud shout, loud enough for the knight standing outside to hear clearly:
“Girl!”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Do you even have a brain in your head?”
For some reason, that line sounded exactly like the cliché dialogue of a melodramatic mother-in-law, and Erina barely suppressed a laugh as she replied:
“What do you mean?”
“How could you let him bring an orphan and declare her his heir!”
“It was the Count’s decision. He didn’t say a word to me about it.”
“That’s exactly it! Exactly! What on earth did you do to make that gentle boy do something like this!”
How could anyone possibly call that man “gentle” when, as head of the house, he remained utterly blind to the truth within his own family?
Ah—perhaps because he never questioned a single thing his mother did?
“Indeed.”
“What?”
“I’d like to know too—what exactly did I do to make him bring an heir from outside?”
“What nonsense are you spouting instead of getting your act together?”
“I’ve done nothing but love and wait for my husband—so why did the Count do this?”
“Oh dear, oh dear!”
Seemingly flabbergasted by Erina’s calm, probing questions, Mirea kept repeating “Oh dear!” while stomping her foot in frustration.
“No wonder your husband is stepping out less than a year into marriage—what’s there even to say!”
After glaring at the politely standing Erina for a long while, Mirea exited as dramatically as she had entered.
Beyond the still-open door, the glass wall revealed the same gloomy downpour filling Erina’s view.
Now, nearly a year into her marriage, House Iols remained for Erina a prison without chains.
A husband who never listened to his wife’s honest words, a mother-in-law who constantly scolded her as vulgar and uneducated at every opportunity, and servants who never truly stood by her side.
It was a household so suffocating it choked the breath from her lungs.
“Poor soul.”
They had turned such a pitiful Erina into a villainess.
Soon, Feyron would fall in love with the female lead, bring her home to live with them, and set everything in motion.
Moreover, the original female lead would orchestrate events so Erina had no choice but to “misbehave,” then point fingers and condemn her as the villainess.
All the way until the moment Erina died alone and forgotten, as in the original.
“Close the door.”
“Yes, my lady.”
With the thought that perhaps changing herself could change the future, Erina gazed out at the dark, rain-drenched sky.
Maybe it’ll be alright—if I don’t follow the original story.
If things pass quietly like this, maybe someday Feyron will finally understand Erina properly—and they could live well together.
But foolishly, Erina had underestimated just how closely reality was already aligning with the original plot.
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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Her golden hair, glinting in the sunlight, fluttered in the breeze, and her brig
shouldn’t this be He instead of Her? so confused
“I stole everything you had—your honor, your wealth, even Feyron.”
Now things have turned around. The heroine became the villainess. Is it possible that Irina is not transmigrated but living a second life?
“It’s the first time since becoming Arch Sage that someone has called me by name
Erina broke my heart! Erina hasn’t had a real family yet.
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What is even happening??
I have an inkling