The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
They appeared very shortly afterward, quite unexpectedly.
It was on a day that had been unusually bright and clear when the child was brought.
“I’m Rose Ashila. I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well, so I’ll be excused for a moment…”
“Rose.”
“Ron, but how can I possibly have the nerve to speak to the lady? Please, don’t.”
The two of them, oblivious to Erina standing silently and watching them, openly called each other by pet names, flustered and unsure of what to do.
Even to Erina’s eyes, Rose was an endearing person.
Her fluffy pink hair, full of soft curls like spun sugar, enhanced her charm; her dewy green eyes shimmered like wet leaves, and her flushed cheeks and lips, fresh and rosy, along with her delicate figure that instinctively awakened one’s protective instincts, left no doubt—she was the heroine, Rose Ashila.
Rose’s petite frame, cradled in Feyron’s tall, broad-shouldered arms, stirred that same protective urge.
Standing side by side, Rose with her lovely coloring and Feyron with his dazzling silver hair and crimson eyes resembled a painted masterpiece.
Though Erina stood right before them, the two paid her no mind, too busy whispering and embracing each other.
The way they gazed at one another was so tender it seemed honey would drip if touched.
Their closeness left no room for anyone else—it was excessive, as if nothing between them could ever be permitted.
Watching them behave as if they were the only two people in the world sent chills down Erina’s spine and made her stomach turn.
“Rose will be staying in this mansion from now on.”
Feyron, gripping Rose’s shoulder firmly, glared at Erina standing opposite him with eyes full of suspicion.
Rose, clinging tightly to Feyron’s arm and avoiding direct eye contact, subtly scrutinized Erina’s expression.
“Until you recover?”
“No.”
Erina, who had expected Feyron to lash out with a twisted face, remained silent.
Her unreadable expression, her straight back, her composed demeanor—all of it.
Feyron’s lips twisted in surprise at her unexpected reaction.
Where had gone the Erina who used to cling to him with such obsession? Now she stood a step away, showing no interest, looking at him like that.
For some reason, Feyron disliked that look and wanted to distort Erina’s doll-like face.
“This woman is the one I love. She’ll be staying in this mansion permanently.”
Erina was dumbfounded, watching Feyron proudly declare his affair right in front of his lawful wife.
“I hope you understand and welcome Rose. She understands everything and came here willingly. So…”
She couldn’t bear it any longer.
“…Please.”
“What?”
“Stop spouting nonsense.”
The two of them stared wide-eyed, startled by Erina’s sharp tone, spoken so quietly.
Erina shut her eyes tightly, letting out a sigh at the words that had finally slipped out.
From the moment she realized she was inside a novel, she had resolved firmly to live well as ‘Erina Iols’ and had run toward that goal.
She had cast aside all feelings for Feyron, silently endured her impossible mother-in-law’s demands, and tried hard to be a good daughter-in-law.
She had lived holding her breath, clinging to the faint hope that someday Feyron might clear his misunderstanding and they could live like any ordinary noble couple.
Endless were the days Erina swallowed her tears before the mirror, trying to understand the hatred and distrust born of a mistaken misunderstanding.
But now, she was tired of it—so tired she couldn’t stand the sight of her own neatly trimmed nails, kept sharp only to avoid hurting herself while enduring.
It would have been strange not to become a villainess after hearing such outrageously delusional nonsense.
In that moment, Erina remembered how the original Erina had faced this situation.
She’d been wounded by Feyron’s actions and unable to utter a single rebuttal to his ridiculous words.
She must have collapsed sobbing right where they’d left her, losing consciousness.
The original Erina, trapped by a political marriage, had been utterly shattered by Feyron’s shocking behavior, unable to recover from the shock.
“Haah…”
Now, the original story didn’t matter at all.
Let that plan—of Erina finding stability and living well as ‘Erina Iols’—be tossed to the stray dogs passing by.
“Excuse me, My Lord.”
“Right now—”
“Do you even realize what you just said to me?”
“Erina!”
“Oh, so I have a political-marriage wife, but I’ve found a new, passionate love. She said she understands that I had no choice but to marry. So, my dear wife, you must worship this noble love too.”
Erina mocked Feyron, who stood stunned like a ghost.
“Oh, what on earth are you saying? Woof woof!”
“Erina!”
“Barking.”
Unable to respond to Erina’s torrent of words, Feyron could only keep calling her name, while Rose turned pale as snow. Erina laughed out loud.
“Ahahahaha!”
Erina felt her gloomy mind and heart brighten like the sunny sky visible beyond their backs.
It had been foolish to presume that just because she knew the original story, things would someday change.
She couldn’t fathom what had possessed her to wear such ill-fitting clothes all this time, making those idiotic choices.
“Yes, exactly.”
Erina’s lingering attachment, which had foolishly lingered for just a moment, shed itself from her like an expired husk reaching the end of its life.
“I sincerely cheer for your epic love.”
If God had already decided Erina’s lifespan, and if she couldn’t alter the key events of the original plot, then her life wouldn’t last much longer.
To spend such a life—meant only for joy—listening to their nonsense beside these two unbearable people?
Outrageous.
“M-My Lady!”
“Yes, Lady Ashila.”
“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. It’s because I love him.”
The servants stared at her in shock, while Rose, quick-witted, carefully studied Erina’s inscrutable expression.
Erina stared straight at Rose’s fake face and didn’t bother holding back her laughter.
“No, that isn’t something you need to apologize for.”
“Then… do you forgive me?”
“Rose, what are you saying?”
Feyron, having regained his senses, clearly disliked seeing Rose humbling herself before Erina and begging for forgiveness.
“But my lady is right. I….”
Tears began welling up in her large, adorable eyes.
“Why should you be sorry! We simply loved each other—that’s all! Don’t say things like that!”
“Making a fool of yourself.”
Erina stopped trying, as she always had before, to keep her inner thoughts locked away.
In such a mad situation, there was absolutely no need to consider Feyron’s feelings.
“You really—!”
“Oh dear, did my thoughts slip out loud? My apologies.”
As Feyron tried to flare up, Erina covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes crinkling as she smiled sweetly at them.
“Enough, Erina. If you go any further—”
“Go further and what? Will His Noble Lordship raise a hand against me here, in front of everyone?”
Erina tilted her head, her golden eyes gleaming coldly, as if waiting for his next words.
Seeing Feyron trembling with rage, Erina clicked her tongue.
To Erina, such criticism was everyday fare, yet he was shaking with fury over something so minor.
“That’s enough. Really.”
It truly was enough now.
Erina would no longer hold onto the belief that her husband might someday turn to her.
She would no longer cling to the hope that her marriage might one day become as ordinary and peaceful as others’.
“No need to apologize, Lady Ashila.”
Because I intend to take everything you two are meant to have.
Erina beamed brightly at the two uneasy figures before her.
Whether they burned or boiled in their epic romance mattered not—Erina would do everything in her power to live well.
Even if that meant snatching every improbable, candy-sweet coincidence meant for that lady, even if Feyron fell apart—the man she’d briefly cared for before knowing the original plot.
She would take everything Rose was destined to have and destroy everything Feyron had built.
She would ruin both of them—those who wrapped their filthy affair in the guise of love to break Erina and paint her as a villainess, and the Iols who sought to trap and wither her away.
Erina turned her back on them.
Just days ago, the sky had been gloomy, but today it was excessively clear.
A perfectly blue sky without a single cloud, the warm sun shining down, and the gentle breeze—it all felt like a painting.
Erina felt as if even the weather were blessing her future, lifting her spirits.
“Erina!”
Ignoring Feyron shouting her name loudly, Erina headed straight for her room.
No matter how hoarse his voice grew from calling, the Erina Iols who once stood quietly hoping for his attention no longer existed.
Trying to calm her racing heart, Erina walked toward her room, mentally reviewing the tasks ahead.
But both her thoughts and her steps halted shortly after.
At the end of the corridor, she spotted a small child clutching the wall, trembling as he stared at her.
It was the child whose name she’d seen in the documents yesterday.
Revil Iols.
Just before signing the papers to formally accept him as heir, Erina had stared at that name for a long while.
She didn’t know whether it was the name he’d kept from the orphanage or one Feyron had newly given him, but something about it had drawn her eye.
In the original story, the child’s role was negligible.
An orphan taken in as heir, a quiet boy of small stature, with light brown hair and crimson eyes resembling Feyron’s.
Though briefly described early on, Erina—who remembered the original plot vividly—had no idea what became of him after the heroine entered the mansion, Erina was cast out, and the wedding took place.
Erina would leave this mansion.
Whether it happened next year, next month, or even tomorrow, even she couldn’t say.
What would become of that child, still vivid in her mind?
Erina felt a faint wave of dizziness.
Memories of her past life blurred together with the image of herself standing silently, swallowing tears while her uncle and aunt rejoiced over taking the Medelia name.
Noticing Erina’s gaze, Revil quickly hurried into his room.
Erina’s mind grew tangled once more.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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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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What is even happening??
I have an inkling