The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
Erina fell asleep watching Heila’s back as she left the room, weighed down by worry.
The original story she never wanted to face again appeared in her dream.
The original began with the fateful first meeting between Feyron and Rose, and ended happily with the villainess Erina cast out while the two held a grand wedding.
Banished Erina helplessly watched them, seemingly happy, until she finally took her own life.
Wearing the only thing left to her after giving up so much: her wedding dress.
The Erina of the original story was quickly forgotten, remembered by no one.
In her dream, Erina cried as she watched herself die alone and desolate behind their happily smiling figures.
It hurt that the original Erina, forced against her will into villainy because of those two, was remembered by no one.
Alone in the empty dream, she sobbed loudly, crying and crying without end.
The original’s splendid ending scene began to crack, slowly crumbling apart.
Feyron and Rose, who had seemed so happy, collapsed, and as the glittering magic stones between them lost their light, she felt the ground beneath her feet give way.
Everything faded from sight, and a muffled voice rumbled distantly, as if heard from afar.
“Erina!”
“Huh…!”
Startled awake by a sudden, clear voice and the urgent sensation of someone shaking her, Erina came to her senses.
Her eyelids felt heavy, making it terribly difficult to open her eyes.
“Are you awake? Can you answer me?”
Heila’s voice buzzed in her ears, giving her a pounding headache.
“My head…”
“Your head hurts? You just took medicine, so you’ll feel better soon.”
At Heila’s words, her head—previously feeling like solid rock—began clearing as if by magic.
When she finally opened her eyes properly, she saw Heila’s face looking down at her, beads of sweat gathered on her forehead.
“Hei… la?”
“Yes. Do you recognize me? Oh, you have no idea how worried I’ve been.”
“Why…?”
“You developed a high fever after falling asleep and couldn’t regain consciousness for two whole days.”
She could feel herself lying flat, yet her body felt so heavy it was hard to move even a finger.
“It was from overexerting yourself. Oh, and by the way, you need a doctor you can actually trust. That quack took one look at you, called it malingering, and turned right back around—so I kicked him. Wasn’t that right?”
Seeing Heila’s bright, cheerful smile made Erina smile along despite herself.
“Thank goodness Marquis Sander sent a doctor quickly. He must have been extremely worried—the informant is nearby… Oops, I wasn’t supposed to say that. Keep it a secret, okay?”
Heila wiped Erina’s forehead once, then carefully sat on the edge of the bed.
Erina must have been mentally exhausted by this overwhelming household, as soon as she entered the Iols mansion and fell asleep, her fever surged violently.
Unable to regain consciousness, Erina only groaned in pain, so Heila panicked and turned the Iols mansion upside down that night.
Her shouting for a doctor drew Feyron’s attention, and he came to see Heila.
When Heila asked him to send for a physician because Erina was ill, Feyron wore a strange expression but ordered a servant to wake the sleeping doctor and bring him immediately.
The doctor took one quick glance at Erina—her face flushed bright red from fever, breathing raggedly—and snapped with a sour expression:
“It seems Her Ladyship is feigning illness again.”
Heila was speechless at the scene, utterly dumbfounded.
Furious at the doctor’s hasty judgment, Heila couldn’t hold back and kicked him squarely in the shin.
“Yaaagh!”
The doctor clutched his shin and made such a commotion it echoed through the entire mansion.
“What on earth are you—!”
Ignoring the doctor’s tantrum, Heila glared at Feyron, who had merely watched the whole situation silently.
“Does this truly look like malingering to you, Count?”
Feyron, wincing at the doctor’s loud cries, turned his gaze toward Erina.
Her flushed face and ragged breathing clearly showed she was genuinely ill—anyone could see that.
Watching Feyron stare fixedly at Erina, Heila suppressed her irritation and politely requested:
“I’ll bring a physician from outside. I cannot trust a doctor who calls this malingering after seeing such a condition.”
Feyron, who had remained silent and kept his eyes on Erina, finally nodded and replied:
“Do so.”
Having anticipated refusal and prepared a rebuttal, Heila looked at Feyron with a puzzled expression when he readily agreed.
Feyron turned away from Erina, ordered the still-complaining doctor—who clutched his leg and whimpered—to leave the room, and then exited himself.
Once Heila confirmed the hallway had quieted down, she took out a small magic stone and placed it onto the thick silver bangle on her wrist.
As the bangle began glowing from absorbing the magic stone, Heila spoke briefly:
“Critical condition. Doctor.”
It was a bangle Sander had given her to take along when she left the marquis’s mansion under his orders.
Though not an artifact of tremendous power, it carried a simple magic that allowed short words to be sent to others who possessed the same artifact.
Given a magic stone alongside strict instructions to use it without hesitation in emergencies, Heila didn’t hesitate now.
Although capable of transmitting regardless of distance, it was highly inefficient since it consumed more magical energy than its capacity warranted.
But precisely in urgent situations like this, the artifact’s ability truly shone.
The moment Sander heard from Erina the location of the magic stone mine, he quickly extracted a few stones and handed them to Heila before stepping out of the carriage.
After confirming her message had been fully transmitted, Heila prepared a damp cloth and gently placed it on Erina’s forehead.
Not long afterward, a physician Heila had seen a few times before arrived urgently at the mansion and examined Erina.
He said her condition seemed to be a fever brought on by exhaustion combined with lack of sleep.
He left medicine, saying the fever might last a day or two, and added he would stay nearby—in case she didn’t regain consciousness, they should call for him—before leaving the mansion.
Heila forced herself to forget the earlier incident and smiled gently at Erina.
There was no point burdening a patient with unnecessary details.
“Thank you, Heila.”
At Erina’s words, Heila gently brushed Erina’s pale, fever-cooled forehead.
Though Erina was a woman her own age who had already married, Heila felt as if she were her younger sister.
She kept worrying over her, as if Erina were someone who still needed constant care and endless affection.
“When you’re sick… has it always been like this?”
At Heila’s quiet question, Erina opened her eyes wide for a moment, then gently smiled.
The concern in Heila’s touch made her heart flutter.
She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d received such gentle care.
“It’s nice… having someone worry about you when you’re sick.”
Avoiding a direct reply, Heila simply squeezed Erina’s hand tightly as she smiled.
Erina and Heila looked at each other and smiled.
‘Knock knock knock knock—’
Their touching moment was brief, interrupted by someone knocking rapidly and harshly—annoyingly so.
“Hey, Erina!”
The door burst open the instant her name was called.
Heila jumped up in shock at such utterly impolite behavior and stood at the edge of the bed.
When Mirea—Erina’s mother-in-law—entered, Erina also struggled to raise her heavy body and sat upright.
It was quite a feat just to get up while so unwell, yet Mirea, clearly displeased to find Erina still seated in bed, snapped without hesitation:
“You stay seated in bed when your mother-in-law has come to see you?”
Heila’s mouth fell open in astonishment.
Between Mirea’s outrageous entrance and her infuriating words, Heila was left utterly speechless.
“I’m not feeling well…”
“Tsk tsk, if you’re even sick, it’s just malingering. What have you even done to get sick?”
Erina found herself smiling—Mirea’s words matched her expectations exactly.
“Are you laughing? Do you find what I said funny?”
“Yes.”
“What? What did you say?”
When Erina answered the question “Are you laughing?” with a simple “Yes,” Mirea gasped in shock and pointed accusingly at her.
“No wonder your husband doesn’t love you, acting this way!”
Heila, who had been silently watching from the side, finally couldn’t bear it any longer and gritted her teeth in anger.
“Dowager Countess Iols.”
Mirea, who had been shouting loudly, stopped abruptly and looked Heila up and down.
Seeing Heila’s modest, unassuming attire and unfamiliar face, Mirea assumed she was someone unimportant.
“What’s this?”
“Heila Ventel, Her Ladyship’s maid.”
Heila, who had been standing some distance away, stepped forward as she introduced herself.
She naturally positioned herself between the two women, shielding Erina from Mirea’s gaze.
“A maid? Ha! What makes you think you deserve a maid…!”
Before Mirea could finish shouting and pointing at Erina again, Heila cut in:
“I volunteered to become her maid after receiving great help from Her Ladyship.”
Heila’s icy glare made Mirea falter.
Standing close, Heila appeared taller than expected, and the fierce hostility in her bright red eyes was overwhelming.
“M-move! Get out of my way!”
Unwilling to admit she’d been intimidated, Mirea raised her voice even louder.
“Pardon me, but Her Ladyship only just woke up recently.”
“So what? Are you telling me I should leave?”
Heila remained silent, standing perfectly still.
Interpreting Heila’s silence as confirmation, Mirea’s face flushed as she began shouting again.
“Move! Get out of my way right now!?”
“I apologize, Dowager Countess Iols. The doctor diagnosed that she requires ample rest.”
Instead of continuing her sentence, Heila finished with a politely courteous smile and gave a slight bow.
Even with her head bowed, the sharp intensity in Heila’s gaze made Mirea take a step back.
Erina looked at the solid back that shielded her from someone whose mere presence caused stress.
Whether from her illness or her dulled emotions, her chest fluttered uneasily.
Yet she knew she had to steady her fragile feelings against the harsh scolding that followed.
“Erina! Get up and come out right now! Hey!”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male 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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