The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
I could feel the servants and maids hiding everywhere stiffening noticeably.
Even Feyron, whom Erina usually thought of as slow and foolish, must have sensed the atmosphere—he turned to look behind him.
Rose, who had been quietly observing the situation from the central staircase visible as soon as one entered the mansion, jumped in surprise as all eyes suddenly turned toward her.
Erina was utterly astonished by Rose’s furtive, catlike demeanor—as if she had been waiting precisely for this moment.
“Rose…?”
Feyron stared at Rose with trembling eyes, brimming with confusion.
Rose, caught spying, quickly dashed down the stairs and flung herself into Feyron’s arms.
“Ron!”
Erina couldn’t help but silently marvel at Rose’s audacity—embracing her husband openly right in front of the countess.
Erina truly wanted to know whether Rose acted this way because she was confident no one outside the mansion would ever hear of it, or simply because she lacked any sense at all.
“Lady Ashila.”
“Oh! I’m sorry, Countess.”
Pretending to be startled, Rose deliberately shivered her shoulders, pulled away from Feyron’s embrace like a frightened child, and bowed her head deeply.
She looked so pitiful that, had Erina merely been an onlooker in this scene, even she might have felt sorry for Rose.
Feyron, who had been staring down at Rose, swiftly erased the brief flicker of suspicion in his eyes and gently patted her shoulder.
“Lady Rose Ashila.”
“Y-Yes, yes.”
Erina almost laughed at Rose’s trembling voice and her deer-like eyes, shimmering as though tears might spill out at any moment.
“My Lady—”
“Erina.”
Feyron cut Erina off before she could continue, as if Rose’s trembling body had triggered some switch within him.
“Count Iols.”
At Erina’s icy address, Feyron’s hand, which had been soothing Rose, paused for just a moment.
For some reason, the distance implied by the formal title she used now grated on his nerves.
She had always been the one calling him “darling” or using his name, desperately trying in every way possible to appear close to him.
She was the very woman he’d grown to despise for greedily trying to claim everything beyond her station.
Her insatiable covetousness—always wanting more, never satisfied with what she had—had driven him to distance himself.
It was clearly Feyron himself, not Erina, who had chosen to create that distance.
He himself, not Erina, was the one who should have kept his distance.
Feyron was certain this unpleasant feeling gnawing at him stemmed precisely from that reason.
“Where should I even begin explaining so it actually makes sense? Ah—but perhaps explaining would be useless anyway?”
“What are you talking about?”
Erina simply smiled without answering.
Even if she opened her mouth, there was no guarantee he’d believe her—and if Rose caused a scene before she could finish speaking, the outcome would be the same regardless.
“Ron, let me explain! The Countess yesterday—”
“I met Lady Ashila and Dowager Countess Iols just before I went out yesterday.”
It wasn’t only Rose who could preempt the conversation.
“What?”
“I went to find Revil because he never showed up for our outing, even though our meeting time had long passed—and there I found Lady Ashila and Dowager Countess Iols scolding him.”
“Countess! Scolding him?!”
Rose, flustered by Erina’s uninterrupted explanation, instantly protested as if struck by a fit.
“And when I tried to take Revil with me, the Dowager Countess suddenly slapped me across the face.”
Erina spoke with perfect calm, yet everyone else—except Erina herself—gasped in horror.
Feyron’s expression was especially striking.
His crimson eyes, usually gazing down at others as if they were insignificant, now bulged wide as though about to pop out.
The servants and maids, who hadn’t been present yesterday, began whispering among themselves as if hearing this story for the first time.
Were they shocked by the Iols family’s outrageous behavior—or pitying Erina instead?
Feyron’s glare softened slightly but lingered on the long, red mark etched across her cheek.
“What could I do? The one who hit me was none other than your mother—the Dowager Countess of House Iols. So I left the scene and took the family carriage.”
Erina’s face remained utterly serene and clear.
Contrary to her shocking words, her gentle gaze swept calmly over the indifferent crowd and surroundings, as if admiring a pleasant view.
Her golden eyes—slowly closing then opening like precious gems—gleamed coldly.
“So I asked: ‘Since you clearly knew I’d taken the carriage, My Lady, how is it you knew the carriage never arrived?’”
“Is… is this true?”
When Feyron asked Rose incredulously, she—who had been trembling and bowing her head—suddenly flashed her eyes sharply.
But it lasted only a moment.
Seeing Rose, who seemed so practiced at controlling her emotions, observe everything like a detached spectator, Erina couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped her.
“I saw you leave in the carriage, My Lady, but I had no idea you never came back.”
Once again, Rose performed the role of the original story’s pitiful, beloved adulteress, glancing up at Feyron with careful innocence.
“You know as well as I do, Ron… I’m only here as a guest.”
Cunning Rose deliberately prodded the very issue he felt most guilty and uneasy about.
A tragic pair who loved each other but could never marry.
That’s exactly how Feyron and Rose saw themselves.
Watching their silent, self-indulgent exchange, Erina sneered and turned to leave.
Alarmed, Feyron hastily called out as she walked past them toward her room.
“Erina.”
Erina kept walking, ignoring Feyron’s call.
“Erina!”
At his shout, Erina deliberately pressed down hard with her heel, making a sharp click as she stopped.
She turned only her head, fixing Feyron with a gaze so piercingly cold it cut to the bone.
“Do you even know who’s most at fault here?”
One corner of Erina’s mouth curled up fiercely.
Though she said no more, her eyes spoke plainly—and Feyron’s ears burned with shame.
She’d just condemned him: the heedless, foolish head of house who remained oblivious to what truly happened within his own mansion and took no action.
As Erina turned away again, Revil and Heila—who had been standing silently nearby—immediately followed her.
“Call the coachman at once! Right now!”
Turning their backs on Feyron, who barked the order in fury, the three walked into Erina’s room.
Shaken, Feyron was so focused on what stood before him that he didn’t even notice the two following Erina—or ask about them.
But Rose, nestled in Feyron’s arms, keenly watched the three until their backs nearly vanished from view.
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“Mistress! You’ve returned!”
The moment Erina stepped into her room, Lenny’s overly enthusiastic greeting felt suspiciously forced—Erina didn’t like it at all.
“I knew you’d come back.”
“Oh?”
Sensing something odd in Lenny’s words, Erina gestured for Heila, who was about to enter behind her, to stop.
Heila, understanding Erina’s intent, stood just beyond the doorway—out of Lenny’s sight—and listened.
“I never believed the rumors that the Count brought another woman home and that you left heartbroken.”
Without even being asked, Lenny volunteered exactly what Erina might have wondered—and Erina simply smiled quietly in response.
“After all, Mistress loves the Count so deeply.”
“Haha—me?”
“I know it, even if you never say it.”
Lenny spoke with absurd confidence, boasting as if her brief stint as a personal maid gave her special insight—and Erina was struck dumb by how ridiculous it was.
“Once the Count realizes how much you love him, he’ll surely come back. I’ll help you from the side!”
“You will?”
“Yes!”
Lenny’s overflowing self-assurance made Erina laugh despite herself.
Erina already knew Lenny reported every single move she made directly to Feyron.
She also knew how Lenny, while accepting jewels from Mirea—the mother-in-law who detested her—would rattle off petty complaints about her in vivid detail.
“You—of all people?”
How utterly laughable.
Since Feyron and Mirea saw her as nothing but a joke, surely the entire House Iols looked down on her the same way.
The realization hit her anew—and fury surged through her.
“Leave.”
“Mistress, if you think carefully, you’ll surely realize you need me—”
Heila abruptly threw open the door and stepped forward, looming over Lenny as she repeated Erina’s words with a threatening edge.
“Leave.”
As a knight, the murderous intent radiating from Heila’s gaze was unbearable for a mere maid.
Lenny, now deathly pale, glanced frantically between Erina and Heila before fleeing the room in a panic.
Revil, who had been hesitating outside and watching Erina sigh from afar, cautiously entered when she beckoned him in.
Revil hurried inside and carefully closed the wide-open door behind him.
“What an impressively bizarre noble family.”
While mocking them, Heila began inspecting Erina’s room thoroughly.
For the Countess’s chamber, it was shockingly sparse.
“I can’t even imagine how you managed to live here.”
Instead of worrying about his wife who hadn’t returned from her outing, her husband raged in anger—while the adulteress, who should’ve been hiding in shame, openly flaunted her affection.
To make matters worse, even the maids showed Erina no respect, let alone treat her as their superior.
Had she truly been able to breathe freely, to live at all, in this place?
Heila’s heart ached strangely at Erina’s detached calm—as if she were brushing aside things that should have been natural rights.
She was far too accustomed to such utterly unjust treatment.
Heila couldn’t even bring herself to ask, “Why? How could they do this to you?”
“It’s in a week, right? When you’ll leave this place.”
“Yes, Heila. Just one week left now.”
Erina sat on the edge of her unmade bed and carefully smoothed the crumpled sheets—so different from how they’d been when she left.
“You must be wondering why I don’t get angry at them, why I do nothing at all?”
A strand of pale hair caught on her slender, white fingers as she brushed the bedsheet.
Erina lifted the hair between her fingers.
It was a strand of pink hair, sweet-looking as cotton candy.
“Because there’s absolutely no need to do anything.”
Though the furniture was outdated and sparse, this room was still publicly recognized as the Countess’s chamber.
Of course they’d envy it—beyond measure.
She didn’t even need to imagine it: Rose’s actions in this room were perfectly clear in her mind.
“I don’t even want to think about the place I’ll soon leave for.”
She must have sat before the dull cherry-brown vanity, pretending to be the Countess, rummaging through the few cosmetics left there.
Perhaps she’d even lain sprawled on the bland bed, hoping Erina would never return.
“Heila, don’t waste your thoughts on them either.”
After all, she would abandon everything she’d gained here—and take from them everything she’d lost.
They’d never even realize everything had been stolen from them, never notice they’d lost it all, and live blissfully unaware for the rest of their lives.
No—she wouldn’t let them live happily.
She’d make them suffer, make them miserable, exactly as much as she herself had endured.
Just savoring that thought sent electrifying thrills coursing through Erina’s entire body.
“There’s simply no need.”
After Erina left, they’d blame themselves, pound the ground, and drown in regret.
So there was no point in wasting her emotions needlessly.
Erina dropped the pink hair strand to the floor and crushed it under her shoe.
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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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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