The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
Seeing the man who had entered calling for Susan and John, Erina was so startled that she shot up from her seat.
Unlike his warm brown hair, which evoked soft, sunlit golden sand, his clear sky-blue eyes—like a cloudless sky—were icy.
The captivating man, whose very gaze seemed enchanting, was someone utterly unfamiliar to Erina.
Sander Duville Kerennic—the Marquess Kerennic—was a significant villain in the original story.
If Erina had actively tried to drive a wedge between Rose and Feyron in the original tale, Sander was the one who subtly stirred trouble between them without their knowledge.
Though he had deliberately approached Rose out of greed for her magical ore mine and shaken her resolve, he ultimately failed to tear apart the love between the two.
Although the original story never clearly revealed whether Sander truly fell in love with Rose or had ulterior motives, in the end, he certainly did not view either of them or House Iols favorably.
Erina’s mind raced quickly.
If only Sander would cooperate, her thorny plan would become far easier.
The moment their eyes met, Sander’s eyes softened slightly.
Glancing at Erina’s astonished face and then at the meal laid out before her—simple fare unbecoming of her status—Sander quietly called out to her.
“Countess Iols.”
Despite his warm smile, the voice that slipped from his lips was startlingly cold.
The identity Erina had deliberately hidden from Susan and John now spilled from his mouth.
“Ha.”
Rumors claimed he kept a thousand-year-old fox hidden within him—it seemed they were true.
Erina couldn’t suppress a hollow laugh.
Then, suddenly, she remembered that Susan had been unable to say the nobleman’s name who periodically visited the village, referring to him only as “My Lord.”
“Yes, Marquess Kerennic.”
When she smiled back at him just as he had, Sander’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Hahahahaha!”
Sander laughed heartily, clearly amused by something, then firmly closed the door before stepping closer to them.
“My Lady, please excuse me—but these two know who I am.”
When Erina turned in flustered panic toward Susan, who had already risen without realizing, she saw Susan’s awkward smile and felt a wave of embarrassment.
Sander couldn’t hide the delight on his face at Erina’s flustered, blushing expression as she stood there helplessly.
“My Lady… So you’ve married…”
John muttered glumly, his tone clashing with the mood, and Erina managed to collect herself.
“Oh for goodness’ sake, what a clueless man!”
“Yowch! Darling! Ouch, my foot!”
John hopped around under the table, clutching his foot and rattling his spoon—a comical sight indeed.
“It seems Susan and John are getting along well. And it appears you’ve even gained a new guest.”
“Yes, My Lord. Thanks to you, we’re doing very well. It’s been nearly a month, hasn’t it?”
Susan and Sander briefly exchanged pleasantries.
Then Sander’s gaze shifted to the child standing quietly beside Erina.
His pupils trembled faintly.
“Leo…?”
“My goodness, Your Lordship sensed it too, then.”
An inexplicable exchange passed briefly between Sander and John, followed by a moment of silence.
“He does look very much like him, but the boy’s name is Bill. You know it couldn’t possibly be him, My Lord.”
“Yes, of course, Susan. You’re right.”
When Susan, John, and Sander all turned their eyes toward him, Revil, flustered, instinctively buried himself in Erina’s arms.
Startled, Erina sensed the child’s anxiety and gently held him close.
Though they’d only been together briefly, she couldn’t deny the child seeking solace in her embrace.
Feeling Revil calm under her gentle pats, he suddenly startled and pulled away from her arms.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
“Now that Your Lordship has arrived, shall we all share the meal together?”
Susan, pleased as she watched the two, stepped in to mediate the situation.
“I’m fine—please continue your meal. I’ll be heading back home.”
His easy familiarity with Susan—a commoner—was utterly unlike any noble Erina had ever known.
“My Lady, perhaps you should finish your meal as well. Bill doesn’t seem to have eaten much.”
“Oh, I’ve already finished. I was just waiting for the child.”
“I-I have too! I’ve finished eating as well!”
Startled by Erina’s declaration that she’d finished, Revil hastily replied, his voice trembling with fear at the thought of being separated from her.
“Oh, I see—you do seem nearly done. By the way, Your Lordship.”
“Yes?”
“My Lady says her carriage hasn’t arrived, and she needs somewhere to stay tonight. How about you help her out? Your villa is the largest in the village, after all.”
“But she’s a married woman. What if it causes a scandal?”
“Good heavens! Surely not! Could it be that Your Lordship is such a dishonorable man?”
“Susan!”
“No one passes through this village—there’s no need to worry.”
Sander let out a deep sigh and nodded reluctantly under Susan’s kind yet insistent smile.
Among the small village’s modest dwellings, Sander’s villa stood out as the largest and the only one resembling a proper manor.
Susan clearly thought it better for a refined lady like Erina to stay there rather than in her own humble home.
Besides, his villa had maids who could attend to them—it would be far more suitable for Erina and Sander to stay there together.
“Countess Iols, would that be acceptable to you?”
“…Yes. Since Your Lordship is clearly not a dishonorable man, I’ll be fine as long as I’m given the room farthest from yours.”
“Countess…”
Sander exhaled dramatically and answered in a weary tone, prompting Erina to pull out the necklace hidden beneath her dress.
“Thank you for the delicious meal, Susan.”
Susan looked at Erina’s pale hand as she carefully offered the unfastened necklace.
The antique rose-gold necklace, adorned with amethysts, was clearly far too extravagant for the price of a commoner’s meal.
When Susan hesitated and refused to take it, Erina gently grasped her hand and placed the necklace upon it.
“It’s payment for your kindness along with the meal. Truly, thank you.”
Susan had eased Erina’s fears about uncertainty with just a bowl of rice and introduced her to a noble like Sander.
Though the necklace was one of her few remaining wedding gifts, Erina didn’t regret parting with it at all.
Seeing Erina’s resolute expression, Susan accepted it carefully and gave her a warm smile.
“It’s nothing.”
Erina felt she would never forget that smile—so comforting—even if she never returned to this village.
“Goodbye, little gentleman.”
Susan’s gentle hand, as she bowed slightly to ruffle Revil’s hair, felt strangely familiar.
Revil, too shy to respond, simply lowered his head, and she finished her farewell.
By the time they stepped out of Susan and John’s house, darkness had already enveloped the village.
Thanks to the village lights, it wasn’t too dark, and Erina easily followed Sander’s silent lead.
They soon arrived at the large house at the village’s edge.
Sensing the presence of his two followers, Sander entered the house without even glancing back.
“Your Lordship, it’s been a while.”
A middle-aged maid greeted Sander warmly, then glanced curiously at Erina and Revil who followed behind.
The maid looked back and forth between Sander and the two guests in surprise.
“It seems Countess Iols missed her carriage and will stay the night.”
“Oh, I see. My Lady, it’s a great honor to meet you. Please call me Chemil. I must prepare a room at once.”
The middle-aged villagers here all seemed to share a similar manner of speech—Susan came to mind instantly.
“Prepare the room farthest from mine.”
“Ah? Yes, of course.”
After Chemil disappeared with a kind smile reminiscent of Susan’s, Sander turned around from where he’d stood with his back to Erina and Revil.
His expression, which had been warm and open with Susan, John, and Chemil just moments before, was now cold and dry.
It matched exactly the description Erina remembered from the original story.
His light brown hair, which had evoked sunlit warm sands, now appeared as parched and hard as weathered tree bark.
Erina couldn’t understand why that color reminded her of Revil—bowed and drenched by rain, unable to lift his head.
Now that she thought about it, Sander and Revil’s hair colors were quite similar.
“Countess…”
Her brief lapse into thought lasted only a moment.
“What brings you to this remote corner?”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but Erina understood perfectly well what he meant.
“The child is very tired—may I put him to bed first, Your Lordship?”
Sander stared intently at Revil’s shimmering golden eyes, which flickered open and shut, then nodded.
As Sander turned to leave, he paused mid-step and looked back at Revil, who was trying hard to make himself invisible.
Sander’s eyes brimmed with countless emotions.
But Erina couldn’t decipher what those emotions truly were.
“My Lady, this way, please.”
Chemil reappeared to guide Erina and Revil, and Sander turned away without hesitation.
Following Chemil’s lead, Erina headed toward the room with Revil.
“There isn’t much prepared, so you may find it inconvenient, but it should be fine for sleeping. Would you perhaps need fresh clothes to change into?”
Erina told Chemil it was fine and asked her to watch Revil for a moment.
“I need to speak briefly with Your Lordship—the child seems anxious. Could I trouble you for just a short while?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Sleep first, Revil.”
“But…”
Gently stroking Revil’s trembling head, Erina soothed his anxiety.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Though worried, Revil didn’t stop her. He simply held tightly onto her hand a moment longer before letting go to calm himself.
Watching this, Erina felt sorrowful—Revil had clearly learned far too quickly and familiarly how to give up, just like herself.
Though she pitied the child, the surname “Iols” attached to Revil’s name unsettled her.
“Your Lordship is in his study, about halfway down this corridor. It’s the only room with a blue door—you’ll find it easily.”
Erina entrusted Revil once more to Chemil and headed toward Sander’s study.
*Knock knock.*
“Come in.”
Erina entered, quietly steadying her heavy heart—every bit as weighty as his deep voice.
Sander sat on a sofa in the unusually bright study and gestured for her to sit opposite him.
Once Erina had taken her seat, he regarded her silently with an intense, unreadable gaze, accompanied by a strange stillness.
“There are so many questions—I don’t even know where to begin.”
Resting his left arm on the sofa’s armrest, Sander lazily propped up his chin as he spoke.
“What does Your Lordship think of House Iols?”
At Erina’s sudden question, Sander tapped his cheek lightly with his index finger and lifted the corner of his lips.
“Iols, Iols… Iols.”
As he repeated the name, Sander couldn’t suppress the hatred that flooded his expression—merely uttering those three syllables revealed his barely concealed loathing.
His once-clear sky-blue eyes, reminiscent of a bright, open sky, were now stained with rage and hatred, radiating such chilling killing intent that goosebumps prickled at the mere sight.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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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