The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
Erina, seated before her vanity, wiggled her fingers resting on her lap, enjoying the gentle sensation of the comb gliding through her hair.
She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Lenny, fumbling as she combed Erina’s hair behind the mirror.
“Do you want to go?”
“Pardon?”
“I mean, do you want to go to that woman?”
“My lady, I don’t understand what you mean…”
“Well, isn’t she the one monopolizing the Count’s affection? She’ll soon become the true power in this mansion, won’t she?”
“My lady…”
The faint glimmer of pity in Lenny’s eyes was utterly infuriating.
It had barely been a day since dozens of servants had witnessed the nauseating appearance of Feyron and Rose, along with their mistress’s sudden transformation.
For those whose livelihood depended on quickly reading the shifting tides of their masters’ circumstances, yesterday’s events must have felt like mountains overturning.
In a monogamous society, no one behaved as brazenly as those two fools, openly flaunting their affair and even moving into the mansion.
In the original story, they had been able to pursue their love without criticism purely due to incredibly fortunate timing.
Before Rose could acquire the magic stone mine that would justify their affair in the original plot, their relationship had never been exposed to anyone else.
It was as if someone had deliberately orchestrated everything to perfectly conceal their repulsive behavior at just the right moments.
The manor, enclosed like a fortress within its walls, rarely leaked internal affairs outward—so long as its servants kept silent and stayed united.
That was precisely why Rose’s sudden move into the mansion had never become public gossip in the original story.
All the servants, sharp and perceptive, had subtly—and sometimes overtly—disregarded their mistress, who never once caught the master’s attention.
And then the master brought in Rose, gentle and soft as sunlight, declaring her the one he loved.
Naturally, everyone spread tales of Erina Iols’s wickedness while hiding Rose Ashila’s flaws.
“Go ahead.”
“My lady…”
“Go quickly, or you won’t secure your place, will you?”
“N-no! I won’t go!”
“Why not?”
When Lenny hesitated, stopping her combing at Erina’s question, Erina gently bit Lenny’s hand.
“So, that person must have explicitly ordered you to keep watching me until the very end.”
Through the mirror, Erina’s cold golden eyes sparkled sharply as she gave a faint, mocking smile.
Lenny gasped sharply as she met Erina’s gaze.
“It’s—it’s not like that…!”
“You knew all along, so don’t burden yourself with guilt.”
“My lady!”
“Then will you leave?”
Lenny snatched the comb from her hand, and Erina looked up at her with an unbearably icy stare as she resumed brushing her own hair.
In the end, Lenny fled from her seat.
She had no need for clumsy pity.
The moment she’d faced them yesterday—when they spewed those vile, nonsensical words at her—Erina had sworn an oath.
She would strip them of everything and tear it all down.
Just as they had buried her in filth and never spared her a glance, she would do the same to them.
Even the slightest thread of compassion toward anyone connected to them was an indulgence she could not afford.
Erina stopped combing, stared quietly into the mirror for a while, then rose and hurried to prepare.
While they luxuriated in happiness within the mansion, oblivious to everything, she needed to finish her preparations unnoticed.
Having just driven away Lenny—the only one who had remained by her side—Erina stepped out of her room alone, carrying a handbag and a parasol.
Unsurprisingly, the knight who supposedly guarded her door was nowhere to be seen.
Clearly, unable to wait even a day, he’d been sent off to his fluffy lover.
Dressed in a light cyan dress and matching fluffy hat, Erina stepped out into the mansion grounds, which were eerily quiet.
The entrance—once bustling with commotion when Revil had arrived, and again when that woman had come—was now silent.
It felt as if everything that had happened before was just a dream, so she closed her eyes and walked slowly.
She steeled her heart, afraid her blade might dull against them, or that even a sliver of pity might sneak in against her will.
The bright, cheerful weather greeted Erina, unchanged from yesterday.
At the end of the straight path, she spotted the carriage waiting beyond the mansion gates and quickened her pace.
Just then, voices reached her ears from nearby.
“So she’s an orphan, is she? Tsk, tsk.”
“Mother, please don’t say that. The child will learn quickly enough. Right?”
Following that shrill, grating voice—which always made her heart flutter unpleasantly—came another, feather-soft and sweet.
She instantly recognized the speakers as Mirea and Rose.
The voices seemed to come from the garden.
Since the garden wasn’t far from the mansion, even slightly raised voices carried clearly inside.
That’s why she’d always known Mirea never missed a chance to speak ill of her daughter-in-law whenever she hosted gatherings at the Iols mansion.
Whenever the windows midway along the corridor’s glass walls were open, conversations from the garden drifted through as she walked by.
No matter how much she didn’t want to hear her mother-in-law invite acquaintances to the garden only to slander her, she couldn’t avoid it.
Erina loathed that garden to the point it made her shudder.
“Clang!”
“Oh my!”
“Good heavens! Does this lowly orphan even realize how much this cup costs?!”
Erina had tried to hurry past the garden, unwilling to witness that ridiculous, laughable farce.
It would’ve been easier to just ignore it, yet again the image of the child surfaced—soaked in rain, head bowed deeply, trembling uncontrollably.
Even the original story hadn’t remembered that child, yet she felt strangely connected to her, as if they were one and the same, and couldn’t stop worrying.
Memories of her own childhood—yearning desperately for someone to reach out and rescue her—rose with dizzying clarity.
Though she’d just resolved moments ago to stop caring about anything related to House Iols, Erina found herself unable to move her halted feet.
She clenched her lips tightly, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried hard to ignore it—but she simply couldn’t walk past.
“Sigh…”
Her desire to live without regrets anymore pulled Erina’s steps straight toward the garden.
Unlike Mirea, who proudly flaunted luxury without a care for how others perceived her, even the garden’s entrance lacked harmony—far from beautiful.
It was filled only with flowers currently in fashion or hard to obtain, so their colors and sizes clashed wildly.
After walking past the absurdly short floral path, she arrived where the voices had come from.
The scene before her matched her expectations exactly.
Revil sat there, trembling and pale-faced; Mirea, her mother-in-law, was furious; and Rose wore a pained expression but showed no intention of resolving the situation.
Of course. People never change.
“Revil.”
At the sudden voice, both Mirea and Rose turned in surprise to look at Erina.
Revil, who had been shaking uncontrollably, cautiously raised his head.
“Countess.”
Erina couldn’t even muster a smile at Rose, who instantly stood and put on a pitiful expression.
It was astonishing how consistently predictable they were.
“Erina!”
Erina didn’t answer Mirea politely this time, as she used to, despite the latter calling her name in that usual shrill, irritable tone.
“Revil, stand up.”
“How dare you ignore your mother-in-law when she calls you?”
Erina slowly shifted her gaze from Revil toward Mirea.
Shocked by Erina’s icy stare, Mirea grew even more flustered and shouted louder.
“So the rumors are true—you really have gone mad since yesterday!”
“Excuse me, Dowager Countess.”
“W-what?”
“Do you truly believe a daughter-in-law could ever respect a mother-in-law who warmly welcomes her husband’s mistress into the mansion and calls her ‘dear little daughter’?”
Though her lips curved into a bright smile, Erina’s cold eyes remained sharp, causing Mirea to falter.
“No, no! Is it any wonder my son turned out this way because of you?!”
“Revil, please get up quickly. I told you to prepare for our outing, and I’ve been searching for you for ages.”
Erina’s blatant disregard finally drove Mirea over the edge.
“Erina!”
Erina ignored whether Mirea lost her mind or not—her eyes stayed fixed solely on Revil.
Startled by Mirea’s outburst, Revil, who had lowered his head again, trembling, slowly lifted it once more.
His crimson eyes, glistening with moisture, met Erina’s golden ones, shimmering in the sunlight.
Revil’s eyes wavered.
Erina couldn’t tell what the small, clear-eyed child felt toward her.
Yet, sensing fragmented pieces of some unfathomable emotion, her chest ached.
She’d only given the child an excuse to escape this place—yet strangely, it felt as if she’d reached out a hand to her past self, to young Erina.
“How dare you mock your mother-in-law to her face like this?!”
Erina, who had been quietly watching Revil, didn’t even notice Mirea swiftly approach and roughly grab her shoulder to spin her around.
Before Erina could react, Mirea’s hand—adorned with heavy rings—struck her cheek.
*Slap!*
The fluffy hat perched neatly atop her head fell to the ground, and her face snapped sharply to the side.
The blow stung so fiercely it went from numb to painful.
For a moment, her head felt dizzy.
Though her marriage had been filled with constant criticism and neglect that crushed her self-worth, Erina had never been struck before.
Even her uncle and aunt, who sought to seize the entirety of House Medelia, had never laid a hand on her.
Furious enough to lose her reason, Erina instead felt her mind growing chillingly clear.
Gently touching her burning cheek, Erina called out to Mirea in a low voice.
“Mother.”
“Ah, so you finally come to your senses when hit! You should’ve done this sooner.”
Mirea’s words, punctuated by repeated snorts of contempt, horrified everyone nearby.
The Count—the master of this noble house—had openly brought in a mistress, and now his own mother had raised her hand against the Countess.
If any other noble had witnessed this, or if loyal servants of House Iols had been present, this scandal alone would have shaken high society.
“I never imagined I’d ever say something like this.”
Erina slammed her long parasol hard onto the ground.
As if mirroring her stormy emotions, the parasol’s tip cracked with a sharp snap.
“Don’t force me to make you regret it.”
Because right now, plans or not, she felt like killing them all.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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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