The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
Feyron stopped tapping his fingers on the desk and glanced at the scattered documents before him.
As a knight trusted by His Imperial Majesty, it was only natural that he often spent the night at the palace.
Therefore, Feyron only learned of what had happened after returning to the mansion this morning.
The documents before him detailed events from yesterday morning until just before his arrival at the mansion today.
Time Rose and her mother spent in the garden, the actions of the child brought in as heir, and Erina taking the child away.
After that, there was nothing particularly noteworthy recorded.
Only that Rose had toured the mansion and that his mother, as she did every year before the Founding Day Festival, had summoned a designer.
The only unusual detail was that the coachman had not returned and only came back at dawn today.
When Feyron summoned the coachman for questioning, the man groveled on the floor and explained that the countess had said there was no need for him to return, so he had gone off to attend to personal matters.
He added that, since there would be no further need for the carriage yesterday, he had asked the butler for leave and hadn’t come back.
When Feyron questioned the butler, the man replied that although he had indeed granted the coachman leave, he had never been informed that the countess had used the carriage for an outing.
Furious, Feyron scolded the head maid, who admitted she had seen the countess go out but assumed the butler already knew and thus hadn’t reported it.
In short, it was utter chaos.
Although Feyron had only been absent for a single day, there was simply no other way to describe the situation than as complete disorder.
The head maid, who should have naturally known the countess’s schedule, had been preoccupied with his mother and Rose and paid no attention to Erina.
Meanwhile, the butler, who ought to have known everything, claimed he hadn’t even been aware of it.
“Huff…”
Though minor household matters were technically under the countess’s purview, ultimately everything should still be reported to him.
Yet, too much information was being lost through the reporting chain.
The system had so many gaps that Feyron couldn’t even decide where to start fixing things—or whom to blame.
“How did it come to this?”
*Knock knock.*
“Come in.”
His mind tangled in confusion, Feyron answered without even asking who it was. The person who had knocked carefully opened the door and entered.
“Busy?”
At that voice—sweet as candy—Feyron abruptly lifted his head.
It was his beloved Rose Ashila, the one woman he’d gladly give anything for.
“Rose.”
The deep frown between his brows softened instantly, and the rigid line of his lips curved into a gentle smile.
Just looking at her filled his chest with such happiness it nearly ached.
His lovely lover beamed at him and rushed straight into his arms.
“Ron!”
Feyron found the tiny figure clinging to his chest unbearably endearing.
Holding Rose close, he buried his nose in her hair, breathing in the fragrance as sweet as she was.
“Tiring, isn’t it? I’m sorry.”
Her voice, tinged with the faintest tremor, made his heart ache.
Feyron wondered bitterly why he had met her only now.
“Don’t say that. I’m happy just having you.”
“I feel the same, Ron—I truly do.”
The two, locked in a long embrace, pulled apart at the sound of another knock.
*Knock knock.*
“My lord.”
It was the butler’s voice.
“Come in.”
The butler paused briefly upon seeing Rose standing beside Feyron, then quickly approached him as if nothing had happened.
“You called for me, sir?”
“Ah, just a moment. Rose, did you come for a reason?”
“Oh, Ron, here.”
When Feyron called her name, Rose handed him the document she’d been holding.
“What’s this?”
“Mother insisted I get your approval for it.”
The moment Feyron saw the first page, his face darkened immediately.
The expense list caught his eye, and the headache he’d thought was subsiding surged back with renewed force.
“This was given to you?”
“Yes. We placed the order together for the Founding Day Festival preparations, but apparently the countess refused to pay for it.”
“What?”
“She always used to cover the payments, but this time, since I was with her, I suppose she didn’t like it.”
“Why would Erina be the one to handle this?”
“Huh?”
Their conversation had been at cross-purposes—until they both suddenly understood each other’s meaning, and their expressions hardened.
Rose, though she disliked Erina, had assumed that as the countess, Erina should handle all such purchases.
So she’d added her own items to Mirea’s shopping list.
She’d been quite eager to see what Erina would think when paying for Rose’s underwear and cosmetics.
But Feyron’s reaction was strangely off.
For his part, Feyron was shocked by Rose’s words.
He knew his mother had a penchant for extravagant spending beyond her means, so until Erina arrived, he had personally handled all expenses charged to the family name.
Even after their marriage, Feyron had granted Erina no financial authority.
He feared that if he did, the House of Iols would fall into even greater disarray.
Instead of giving Erina any authority as lady of the house, Feyron allowed the countess’s allocated budget to be used freely—without restrictions—though he did require reports on how it was spent.
Yet Rose claimed Erina had always paid for Mirea’s shopping.
“Always?”
Feyron sensed something was amiss.
He realized clearly that there was something he didn’t know.
“Butler.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Bring me the expense records from last year detailing everything Erina paid for and every item Mother purchased—immediately.”
The butler didn’t answer right away. He looked at Feyron for a moment, then tightly shut his eyes before replying.
“Yes, understood.”
Somehow, from that look alone, Feyron already knew what the butler had wanted to say.
‘Only now?’
Everything he had believed until now was slowly beginning to crack.
Feyron recalled Erina’s repeated attempts early in their marriage to talk things over, insisting it was all a misunderstanding.
As that persistent image of her grew clearer in his mind, his expression turned fierce.
Seeing Feyron’s face twisted in anger, Rose bit her lip, sensing that something was deeply, terribly wrong.
After carefully examining the list of items purchased by his mother and Rose, Feyron firmly stamped his seal on the last page.
“Rose, consider this a gift—a token to commemorate your momentous decision to come to this mansion.”
“Ron…”
“Since you’ll be staying here now, remember this well: everything Mother buys…”
Feyron paused before handing the document to Rose and continued.
“…must go through me.”
Rose’s hands turned white from gripping the document so tightly.
“I personally handle every purchase made under the family name, down to the smallest detail.”
Worried her irritation at this unpleasant turn of events might show in her eyes, Rose quickly lowered her head.
“I-I’ll do that, Ron.”
Apparently, the foolish countess—whether she was naive or simply stupid—had silently complied with Mirea’s every excessive and forceful demand until now.
Rose inwardly cursed Erina’s stupidity and suppressed her frustration.
Feyron, lost in his own thoughts, remained silent.
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“You’re feeling much better.”
“I’m glad, Erina.”
Erina smiled gently at the physician who had examined her carefully for so long.
“Thank you.”
“It’s just my job—no need to thank me.”
Erina was genuinely grateful to this physician, who was far more courteous and attentive than the others she’d known.
The Medelia family’s physician had always been too busy flattering her uncle’s family to even properly examine her.
Whenever she’d gone to him when ill, he’d simply toss her some medicine and vanish immediately.
The absurd part was that the medicine he always threw at her never matched her actual symptoms.
The Iols family physician, meanwhile, never treated her as the countess—more like an unwelcome guest.
No matter how much she endured, whenever she finally went to him in real pain, his words were always the same:
“You’re just malingering.”
There was even one day she’d gone to him in unbearable agony but received no medicine at all—and suffered for three straight days.
Strangely enough, whenever that happened, Feyron would give her that look—the one reserved for attention-seeking malingerers.
No matter where she was, Erina was never allowed to be truly unwell.
That’s why Heila’s concern and the physician’s meticulous care felt both unfamiliar and deeply comforting.
“You must take better care of your health from now on. Your body is severely weakened. I’ll leave you some restorative medicine—be sure to take it regularly.”
“I will.”
The physician handed over a bundle of medicine and quietly left.
“It’s from the marquess, isn’t it?”
“Yes, he’s the marquess’s personal physician.”
“Please thank him for me.”
Heila smiled as she sorted the medicine.
Once she’d quickly finished organizing everything, Heila handed Erina a thick stack of documents.
“It’s about the mine’s progress.”
“Already this much?”
“We only have five days left.”
Heila was right.
Five days—that was all the time Erina had left to stay in the House of Iols… and to escape this hell.
“It seems the marquess has already tracked down skilled miners and gathered them quickly. He says mining has already begun.”
As Erina listened to Heila and flipped through the documents page by page, she could only marvel.
Even she, who had drawn up the original plan, couldn’t have imagined such speed.
Sander’s skill—moving with such precision and swiftness as if he’d been waiting for this moment—was nothing short of astonishing.
“He’s also begun construction on the road connecting the mana crystal mine to the Kerennic marquisate. I’m not even sure if the marquess is getting any sleep.”
Unlike Erina, who had focused solely on the mana crystal mine, Sander had swiftly prepared for every necessary task arising from the mine’s operation.
The village where the mana crystal mine was located belonged to the Iols count’s territory—but only barely, situated at its farthest, most remote edge.
Most people didn’t even know it was part of the Iols domain.
At the same time, it lay near the border of the Kerennic marquisate.
Sander paid exceptional attention to building the road to facilitate smooth trade of the mana crystals extracted from the mine.
Knowing that any location hosting a mana crystal mine would inevitably undergo massive development, Sander ambitiously seized every opportunity he could—launching all necessary projects simultaneously.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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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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