The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 15
“Wh-what did you just say…?”
Rose stuttered in shock at the word “mistress,” and Erina’s face, unlike before, now bore a smile.
“Someone raised with love would end up merely as a mistress? I think I’d rather not have that kind of love at all.”
“Countess!”
“Oh my!”
Rose, who had been clutching Mirea’s arm, let out a shrill scream with a twisted face, prompting Mirea beside her to cry out in surprise as well.
“How can you say such a thing…?”
“What… Ah! You mean ‘mistress’?”
Seeing Rose trembling violently, Erina regained her composure and asked innocently.
“A mistress?!”
Erina tilted her head, resting one hand against her cheek, and put on an affected smile.
“Oh dear, then what should we call you, Lady Rose Ashila, if not a mistress?”
“Erina, can’t you stop?”
Startled out of her daze by the two women shouting back and forth, Mirea suddenly cried out and tried to stop Erina.
Even in this chaos, Erina was certain of one thing from Mirea’s constant attempts to comfort Rose.
Mirea clearly had something to gain from House Ashila.
Just as Erina herself had once had something to gain from House Medelia before her marriage.
“Oh, I remember now. If you dislike ‘mistress,’ how about ‘adulteress’?”
“Countess!”
The Rose who had desperately wanted to see Erina humiliated had vanished, replaced only by a flustered woman flailing helplessly at Erina’s single remark.
“Hey now, Lady Rose Ashila.”
Erina, unable to suppress her laughter, covered her mouth briefly before folding her arms and speaking calmly.
“You seem to think you’re living a legendary romance—but do you know what everyone else calls it?”
As Erina spoke, her gaze shifted from Rose to the fleeting flash of silver hair visible just beyond her.
“Adultery. A woman who sees a man who already has a wife is also called an adulteress.”
At Erina’s words, the silver head that had been silently hidden stirred as if something had struck Feyron.
“Do you understand?”
Feyron stepped out from beside the door to face Erina directly.
“Count Iols.”
As Erina’s eyes moved past Rose and Mirea toward the back, both women quickly whipped their heads around.
“Enough, Erina.”
“Ron!”
Despite Feyron’s tone thick with distress, Rose couldn’t hold back her sorrow and ran to embrace him.
Feyron, holding Rose as she burst into heartbroken sobs, looked toward Erina, who stood calmly observing everything.
Unlike Rose, whose emotions were clear as day, Erina’s expression gave nothing away—and for some inexplicable reason, that irritated Feyron.
“Ron, I—I… Hic!”
Rose, unable even to lift her head from his chest, sobbed so pitifully it made one’s stomach churn.
“Shh, it’s alright.”
He gently patted her trembling shoulders to soothe her.
Feyron’s gaze then shifted to Mirea, who stood anxiously shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“Mother.”
“Feyron! Yes, my son!”
Startled by Feyron’s sudden call, Mirea answered with an exaggerated gesture.
“Why are you here at this hour?”
“Well, you see…”
“Mother.”
“I was upset, so upset! You scold me over buying one dress, and this daughter-in-law can’t even manage that much!”
“Mother!”
Feyron’s long-suppressed roar thundered through the room.
His head already ached from a year’s worth of buried truths, and now his mother didn’t even realize what she’d done wrong.
Did she truly not know—or did she really believe filling an entire sheet of paper with shopping receipts amounted to “just one dress”?
His late father had indulged her extravagance out of love, but at this rate, Feyron feared he’d be utterly overwhelmed.
“Why! What exactly did I do wrong!”
At the shriek echoing through the chamber, Erina took a step back, trying to hide her grimace.
“Do you truly believe you’ve done nothing wrong?”
“Yes!”
“You can say that even after spending all the money meant for Erina!”
Mirea froze, unable even to breathe under the weight of Feyron’s furious words.
Erina, who had been silently watching the farce unfold, was utterly dumbfounded.
“Ha.”
Having observed Erina’s deliberate theatrics and reached her limit with this ridiculous exchange, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I think you’ve had enough.”
Both Feyron and Mirea turned, startled, to look at her as she spoke with a smile.
“I enjoyed the show thoroughly—so please, stop now.”
Mirea exploded in anger at Erina’s words, which sounded like casual commentary after a pleasant performance.
“What on earth are you saying?!”
“Mother!”
Realizing Erina was mocking her, Mirea yelled at her—and Feyron, seeing this, grew angry again.
“Dowager Countess Iols, unfortunately, tomorrow is Foundation Day, and I have no desire to watch any more of this farce. So let me wrap it up for you.”
“Erina.”
Feyron’s voice, lowered and serious, called her name quietly.
“Do you remember what you told me when you married into this house?”
Alarmed by Erina’s intent to repeat that exact conversation right here and now, Mirea trembled violently as if about to erupt.
“You said, ‘I’m accepting you as my daughter-in-law only because you brought something with you, but I never had the slightest intention of bringing an orphan into this family. All you’ll ever get from this house is your dowry—understand? From now on, I’ll be the one spending the Countess’s money, so keep that in mind.’”
Mirea sucked in a sharp breath, and Feyron, stunned, tensed up so suddenly he forgot he still held Rose in his arms.
Rose wriggled uncomfortably, but no one noticed.
“Well, Feyron—what do you think of these confirmed facts?”
Everything Feyron had believed turned out to be wrong.
He’d merely judged Erina by his own standards and misunderstood her completely.
His mother’s complaints—that they’d gotten such a wasteful, extravagant daughter-in-law—hadn’t been true at all.
Every protest Erina had made in the early days of their marriage—insisting it was all a misunderstanding—had actually been the truth.
“What exactly do you want to say now, in this situation?”
“Why… why didn’t you say anything? If you’d just told me from the beginning…!”
Erina’s prediction was spot on.
Now that he knew the truth, Feyron would inevitably shudder at his own hypocrisy—and blame her for it, just as she’d expected.
“I did tell you. Over and over from the very beginning.”
She’d always tried to speak up—no, she’d always wanted to.
“But you were the one who refused to listen.”
Feyron could say nothing more.
He had rushed here determined to hear the truth from Erina’s own lips and apologize—but now, thrown off balance by the unraveling situation, he was speechless.
He knew he should apologize. Feyron opened his mouth, thinking he must do it even now.
“Forgi…”
“Don’t you dare apologize, Count Iols.”
Her icy refusal silenced him and cut through his attempt to atone.
No one dared challenge Erina as she looked down at them with haughty, upturned eyes.
“What would possibly change if you apologized now?”
Erina slowly pointed to Rose, who squirmed miserably in her arms.
“Will you finally drive out your mistress?”
“Countess!”
Rose shoved Feyron away and screamed furiously.
Clearly, the word “mistress” had deeply wounded her.
“Erina.”
When Feyron carefully uttered Erina’s name instead of immediately rejecting her, Rose was shocked.
With stiff movements, Rose forced her head to turn and called out to him.
“Ro—Ron… No! Feyron!”
Feyron looked from Erina, his eyes wavering, down to Rose clinging desperately to him.
He did feel remorse toward Erina now that he knew the truth—but Rose was still the one he loved.
He still wanted to be with her always, to share his heart with her wherever they were, and to love her endlessly.
The absurd part? Even so, he still wished for Erina to remain Countess.
Feyron knew he must be mad—but he didn’t want to give up anything.
“Not Rose. I can’t drive her out.”
“Ron!”
Tears streaming down her face, Rose threw herself into Feyron’s arms once more.
Erina let out a quiet, mocking laugh at the sight of them.
“Of course.”
Erina had never even considered forgiving Feyron from the very beginning.
Even if he’d truly changed his heart and declared he’d cast Rose out, Erina’s own feelings and future plans would have remained unchanged.
“Erina, then please stop calling Rose your mistress.”
“Hrk!”
Rose clung even tighter to Feyron at his declaration—spoken with such finality in front of everyone.
“Do your best to accept her as your duty as Countess.”
But Rose shuddered at his next words.
Erina didn’t even try to suppress the hollow, exasperated laugh bubbling up inside her.
It seemed the one lost in daydreams wasn’t Rose—it was Feyron.
How could he act as if the world worked exactly as he wished? His naivety was now genuinely astonishing.
“By the way, Count Iols—you truly are remarkable in many ways.”
Erina spoke with genuine sincerity—though, of course, “remarkable” here meant something rather strange.
She still couldn’t fathom how someone like him could ever have been the male lead in the original story.
“Don’t mock me.”
Though Feyron’s usual harsh expression had softened somewhat, he was still, to Erina, a husband who spouted nonsense.
‘Ah, by tomorrow, he’ll officially be my ex-husband.’
Realizing once again how utterly pointless it was to waste her energy on these three, Erina gestured for them to leave.
“Yes, if you’re quite finished with your nonsense, would you please leave? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m rather busy tomorrow.”
“You’re…!”
“Mother!”
Mirea bristled at Erina’s dismissive hand-flutter—but Feyron’s sharp rebuke cut her off before she could continue.
“Aaagh!”
Mirea finally lost control, let out a shriek, and was the first to storm out of Erina’s bedroom.
Erina winced and covered her ears.
As Feyron quietly watched her, Rose—who had been gazing up at him from his embrace—briefly flashed a sharp look at Erina before it faded away.
“Ohh…”
Rose suddenly collapsed, fainting right in Feyron’s arms.
“Rose!”
Feyron shouted as he carried her out of the room.
“Call a physician! Bring a doctor to my chamber at once!”
As Feyron hurried out holding Rose, her half-lidded eyes met Erina’s—and in that moment, Erina saw Rose checking on her even while acting.
Erina smiled and gave her a little wave.
Perhaps she’d exhausted herself over people she wouldn’t even have to deal with after tomorrow—the fatigue hit her all at once.
Wanting to shut out the chaos echoing through the mansion, Erina quickly closed her bedroom door.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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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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