The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
“Heila.”
“Yes?”
“Are you absolutely sure His Lordship is actually getting any sleep?”
Erina couldn’t help but ask in astonishment as she flipped through the documents.
It was simply impossible to believe that a single person was managing all these tasks simultaneously.
Mining magic stones, road construction, preparing trade guilds, and arranging imperial deliveries—
even if multiple noble houses had thrown themselves into the work, the pace would still have been breathlessly fast.
“Well, I’m worried too, but don’t fret. Despite how he looks, His Lordship possesses stamina rivaling even that utterly useless Sir Iols.”
Though Feyron was a knight whom the Emperor deeply trusted, Sander was a knight whose skill matched his.
In fact, he had so many talents surpassing mere knighthood that, rather than staying by the Emperor as a knight, he had become more like the Emperor’s chief advisor.
Moreover, the Emperor trusted and relied on Sander in a way that was nearly incomparable, even to his faith in Feyron.
Of course, there were their own hidden circumstances behind the scenes, but Erina knew this fact could only be helpful, certainly not problematic.
“Still, I hope he isn’t overexerting himself. This is just the beginning—not the end.”
Indeed, it was only the start.
The work that needed to begin with the magic stone mine was enormous.
And beyond that, there would be countless ongoing matters requiring constant attention and handling.
If exhaustion set in right from the start, this marathon-like enterprise—and even her revenge—might all come to a halt somewhere along the way.
“My goodness, you’re actually worried about His Lordship? How lucky he is.”
“Huh?”
“Hmm, well, even if His Lordship’s personality leaves much to be desired, his looks are at least somewhat… tolerable.”
“Heila!”
Startled by Heila’s teasing words and mischievous smile, Erina flustered and cut her off sharply.
“So you admit it too, Erina!”
Erina avoided answering the girl’s impish remark, glancing away swiftly.
“Oh, by the way—Revil said he was looking for me. You go ahead and rest.”
Heila let out a cheerful little snort and quietly slipped out of the room.
Moonlight pierced through the dark sky outside the window, casting into the room a strangely captivating beauty that stole one’s gaze.
For some reason, today felt unusually long.
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Time passed more quickly than expected, and before they knew it, it was the eve of the Founding Day Festival. Feyron and Erina were each engulfed in entirely different emotions.
“Butler.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Is this… real?”
On Feyron’s desk lay three stacks of documents, each of different thickness.
Four days ago, Rose had come to settle the payments for things her mother had purchased, and these documents finally resolved the suspicions that encounter had stirred.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Why wasn’t I informed earlier?”
The butler struggled to swallow a sigh that nearly escaped, careful not to let his master notice.
“I reported it for a month or two, but you told me not to send any more.”
It hadn’t just been an instruction not to send further reports—he hadn’t even bothered to look at the documents the butler had already submitted.
Feyron’s expression hardened.
With a creaking motion of his stiff arm, he flipped through the documents again.
One detailed the monthly allowance assigned to Erina as Countess after their marriage; another listed the dresses and accessories his mother had bought each month; and the last contained the list of items Erina herself had purchased.
Erina had always spent every last coin of her allotted amount.
She never left even a small surplus—instead spending it all down to the last penny, almost as if protesting that the amount was insufficient.
That was how Feyron had interpreted it.
Feeling as though she were complaining that this was all he gave her, he’d continued assigning the exact same allowance—even on special or celebratory occasions.
He’d even considered reducing the amount.
Yet now, uncovering the truth, he realized that after their marriage, she’d barely bought anything beyond a few dresses.
She hadn’t even purchased proper jewelry.
The only accessories she regularly wore were the betrothal gifts she’d received at their wedding.
Among the three stacks of documents, Erina’s purchase list was by far the thinnest—almost nothing to report.
So why hadn’t he known?
“I…”
‘Why didn’t I realize?’
His mother hadn’t been satisfied with the money she took monthly from Feyron himself—she’d also siphoned off her daughter-in-law’s allowance to fund her own extravagances.
Erina had said nothing about it, silently sacrificing her own share.
‘Why didn’t she say anything to me?’
Shocked, Feyron crushed the thinnest stack—the record of her purchases—so tightly it threatened to tear.
Had she truly said nothing at all?
Once again, memories flashed through his mind: Erina repeatedly insisting it was all a misunderstanding, trying earnestly to speak with him.
And each time, he’d turned his back on her and walked away.
Back then, he’d believed every word from her mouth was a lie, growing frustrated each time she repeated the same plea.
But her claims of misunderstanding hadn’t been lies at all.
She hadn’t said nothing to him.
He simply hadn’t wanted to listen—he’d closed his ears.
Now, confronted by the truth bursting through the veil he’d drawn over his eyes, Feyron felt his breath catch in his throat.
Erina wasn’t a woman who indulged in extravagance like his mother.
She wasn’t some clingy woman desperately seeking his attention.
He’d merely convinced himself she was—and deliberately shut his eyes.
“Damn it!”
Feyron could no longer contain himself. Grabbing the crumpled documents, he shot up from his seat and stormed out of his office.
“My lord?”
Though the sky had already darkened and it was time to prepare for bed, Feyron paid no heed and headed straight for Erina.
His office and Erina’s bedroom lay in completely opposite directions, forcing him to practically run through the halls.
Contrary to his expectation that she’d be peacefully preparing for bed, Erina’s room was surrounded by commotion.
The bedroom door, which should have been firmly shut at this late hour, stood wide open, and loud voices echoed from inside.
Just as Feyron hurried toward the entrance, the voices of two people—impossibly present at this hour—made him freeze in his tracks.
“How could you deliberately make such a fuss over something so trivial!”
The shrill, grating voice belonged to Mirea.
“Mother, please calm down. I’m sure the Countess didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
Though the words sounded placating, the speaker’s tone clearly lacked sincerity—it was his beloved Rose.
“Why are those two here at this hour…?”
Suspicious, Feyron suppressed his footsteps and stood silently to the side of the door, careful not to be seen.
Inside, Erina sat perched on the bed, listening to the two women with an expression of utter boredom.
She seemed entirely accustomed to Mirea’s grating voice, brushing it off as if it were nothing unusual.
Watching Erina’s unfamiliar, aloof demeanor from the shadows, Feyron’s face twisted strangely.
“You could’ve just stamped the seal as usual—why act so outrageously? Ever since you started bringing maids into your room, you’ve shown me no respect!”
Earlier that day, Heila had gone out early, citing preparations for tomorrow’s Founding Day Festival.
Erina, anticipating everything would be settled by the next day, had intended to go to bed in high spirits.
Yet somehow, Mirea and Rose had known Heila was away and stormed into her bedroom as if they’d been waiting for exactly this moment.
According to Heila, Mirea had brought documents for Erina to approve, only to be refused, after which Rose had personally gone to Feyron to secure his authorization.
Since then, Feyron had apparently reviewed his mother’s entire shopping history.
But what did it matter now?
Erina had already decided she wouldn’t care either way.
After the Founding Day Festival, this whole household would be settled—worrying about it would only give her a headache.
Thus, Erina had completely ignored all three of them, but apparently her formidable mother-in-law couldn’t bear such treatment.
Having just been scolded by Feyron, Mirea seemed to need someone to vent her anger on—and had chosen the perfect moment to strike.
With Heila, who would openly join in hurling insults, conveniently absent, Mirea took a step closer to Erina.
Erina, tired of hearing unnecessary noise, had been ignoring her—until she noticed silver threads shimmering beside the wide-open bedroom door.
Lit by the corridor lamps, that distinctive silver gleam was unmistakably Feyron’s signature color in this mansion.
That meant Feyron was hiding right now, secretly watching this entire scene.
A soft, breathy chuckle escaped Erina’s lips.
His hiding and spying now was utterly pointless.
Tomorrow, she wouldn’t be staying here any longer—so what good did it do for him to learn the truth now?
“You—you’ve really grown bold, haven’t you? Do you no longer recognize me as your mother-in-law?”
For a split second, Erina nearly answered “Yes,” but catching sight of Feyron still lingering, she lowered her head to hide her smile.
“No wonder you can’t get your husband’s attention, acting so insolent. Then again, if even your own family never paid you any mind, what more is there to say?”
“What… did you just say?”
“What? Did I say something wrong? Tsk, this is exactly why orphans—”
“Dowager Countess Iols!”
Furious at Mirea’s mention of her parents, Erina shot to her feet and shouted.
“Oh my! Living with that strange maid has made you act just like her!”
As Erina glared at Mirea with eyes blazing like ice, Rose tugged half-heartedly at Mirea’s arm, pretending to calm her—but without truly restraining her.
“Mother…”
“It’s the truth. Don’t you know? A girl loved by her family, like Rose, naturally earns her husband’s love too. Viscountess Medelia mentioned she found you rather unsettling… Tsk, I should’ve listened more carefully.”
Rage surged through Erina so fiercely that her vision turned white.
She wasn’t an orphan—nor did she lack parents.
They had simply passed away early in a tragic accident during her childhood.
While they were alive, she’d been cherished and raised with all their love.
It was only because of that misfortune—the accident that took them too soon—that the Medelia estate had fallen into her uncle’s hands.
Back then, as she grieved her parents’ loss, she’d truly believed it was the best possible outcome.
Given the circumstances, it had simply been unavoidable.
To suppress her rising fury, Erina clenched her nightgown tightly—the whites of her knuckles trembling violently.
Feyron, hidden behind Rose’s back, couldn’t see Erina’s face—but Erina saw Rose’s expression perfectly clearly.
“Mother, please don’t.”
Her moist, vibrant green eyes sparkled mischievously, like a fairy who’d just found a new toy.
Though her words feigned concern, her mocking smile was unmistakable.
At that smirk, the fire blazing in Erina’s mind abruptly cooled into icy clarity.
“Lady Rose Ashila, unlike me, was raised with your family’s love and thus became the official wife of House Iols.”
Rose’s previously innocent, cheerful expression fractured instantly, hardening into frozen shock.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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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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