She's a Villainess but her Husband is Handsome (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 16
I’m not going! I told you, I’m not going!!
Even if you all grab my skirt and beg me to go, I won’t go, you brats!!
Lorraine swallowed the urge to scream those words and instead straightened her lips firmly upward.
At that moment, Elina, who had been staring at her with wide-open eyes, gently softened her gaze.
“Lorraine, it would be so much fun if you came along with us!”
An utterly clear and refreshing voice rang out.
…Huh? This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
‘If you say that, suddenly what am I supposed to be?’
Realizing in an instant that she’d mistakenly thought Elina saw her going as something to be wary of, Lorraine’s eyes turned awkward.
‘Did I misread things again?’
A hollow sigh escaped through her teeth.
Is the problem really me? Or is it her?
Now I’m starting to get confused.
‘Right. Let’s not act like this toward a genuinely kind girl for no reason.’
Having settled on the former as her conclusion and taking a brief moment to reflect—
“About a month ago, Earl Karin invited our couple along with Killian and Elina. Would you like to join us?”
You sure deliver news quickly, you husband of mine.
The man, who wanted to throw those exact words right in his face, asked instead.
Lorraine, rolling her eyes as though pondering for a moment, slowly opened her mouth.
“If I don’t accept the invitation, would it cause any difficulty?”
“Not at all. Do as you please.”
It was clear he genuinely meant to give her a choice, not that he disliked her going.
“Then I’d rather not go with you today. I have something I need to take care of outside. I’m sorry, Cedric.”
She’d thought it proper to agree, just to show the world a harmonious couple—but she really did have business to attend to.
“Don’t be sorry. Then we’ll do just that.”
“Yes.”
Once the calm exchange between husband and wife concluded,
“Lorraine, do you really have to go out today? Where are you heading?”
Elina asked.
“I’m planning to go into town.”
“What for in town?”
Elina blinked her round eyes rapidly.
“Are you meeting someone?”
“No.”
“Then why are you going to town?”
“I need to buy a few things.”
“Things you need? What exactly?”
Just how could she be so endlessly curious?
‘Don’t you wonder what color underwear I’m wearing?’
Lorraine pressed her lips tightly together and took a deep breath.
If Elina wasn’t deliberately acting this way—
‘It’s obvious we just don’t get along.’
That single conclusion settled firmly in her mind.
“Elina, didn’t you say you met Earl Karin’s younger sister at that tea party the other day?”
At that moment, Duchess Roger addressed a question to Elina.
“Yes. We talked for a long time that day. She was such a lovely young lady.”
“Since you’re about the same age, it would be good to build a friendship.”
“Yes. I’m actually looking forward to talking with her again today.”
“I’m glad you’re happy.”
Whether or not the Duchess had intentionally cut off the conversation to ease Lorraine’s discomfort, Elina’s excessive curiosity finally subsided.
Afterward, they exchanged tales about the journey they’d returned from just yesterday.
Listening silently, Lorraine became acutely aware of one clear fact:
why Duke Roger was so respected among the nobles.
Beyond his sharp economic sense, his vision regarding commercial markets was outstanding.
Killian was a son who closely resembled Duke Roger in these ways.
In the original story, Killian had joined his father in economic ventures and business.
Thanks to knowledge absorbed since childhood and his innate cleverness, Killian achieved rapid growth—
and whenever Duke Roger was absent, Killian handled all business affairs in his stead.
Meanwhile, Cedric had founded his own knights’ order from a young age and participated in wars.
His first victory in battle came at the mere age of sixteen.
After that, his many triumphs earned him recognition as an exceptional knight in the Martin Kingdom.
Duke Roger always took pride in these two sons, and those around him admired him for it.
‘But then… why did he promise to pass the dukedom to Cedric?’
Watching the three of them quietly, she couldn’t help but wonder.
Her gaze shifted to Elina, who was engaged in gentle conversation.
Elina Gerald.
Elina was the daughter of Duke Gerald, Duke Roger’s childhood friend who had grown up alongside him.
When Elina turned ten, Duke Gerald perished in battle.
That same year, his ailing wife also passed away, leaving the girl utterly alone.
A feud erupted among relatives who had long coveted Duke Gerald’s estate, and Elina lost everything.
Duke Roger took pity on the poor orphan and brought her into his own home.
The childless Duke and Duchess were charmed by Elina’s loveliness and raised her as their own daughter with great devotion.
Eventually, as Killian and Cedric reached an age of awakening feelings, the couple noticed that both had developed affections for her.
Unsure which of the two sons to match with Elina, the couple fell into deep deliberation—
after all, someone would inevitably suffer heartbreak.
At that very moment, a royal decree arrived: Duke Hether Calyps’s daughter—Lorraine herself—was to be wed to Cedric, thus ending the couple’s dilemma.
‘Did they decide to give the title to Cedric as compensation because Killian would get to fulfill his love?’
Piecing together the original plot roughly, that seemed to be how the story went.
Her gaze, which had lingered on Elina, shifted toward Killian.
‘According to Cedric, Killian doesn’t know about this yet. Will he accept it easily?’
And what about Elina?
‘They won’t start drawing swords on each other, will they? If they do, should I quietly slip away then?’
As various questions and imagined futures floated through her mind, she gently narrowed her eyes.
‘Why should I worry about them? I’ll just stick to what’s written in the contract.’
After all, her only role was to assist Cedric in obtaining the dukedom.
Honestly, if not for her contract with Cedric, she wouldn’t care if they tore each other’s hair out or decided the title through a game of Go-Stop.
Shortly afterward, breakfast—which had run long due to catching up on conversations—finally ended, and Lorraine returned to her room.
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.
.
Having finished preparing for her outing, Lorraine looked out the window.
She saw the three of them, including Cedric, climbing into the carriage.
“At least your faces look more bearable than at breakfast.”
She quickly averted her eyes from her husband’s less sunken appearance compared to that morning.
“Jane, let’s go too.”
At last, her first outing since transmigration began.
“Your legs look much cleaner now.”
Sitting inside the carriage, Jane remarked as she looked outside.
‘So that’s the bridge they’ve been repairing?’
The carriage crossed over the very bridge that had kept her cooped up at home, stifling her to near death, and soon reached town.
“Stop in front of the bank.”
“Yes, my lady.”
She informed the coachman of her first destination.
‘How much money could Lorraine possibly have?’
She herself didn’t have a single coin, so she needed funds if she wanted to buy anything.
‘If there’s about a million seris in the vault, I’d happily divorce right now.’
While she entertained that slightly absurd wish, the carriage stopped in front of the bank.
She stepped down and walked straight inside.
“I’d like to check my vault.”
“This way, please.”
A clerk led her to a counter that was completely walled in on all sides, clearly high-security.
‘Does this feel a bit like VIP treatment?’
She didn’t know how banking worked in this world, but they certainly treated her like a very important customer.
‘Could Lorraine actually be wealthy?’
A flicker of hope began to stir.
Soon, Lorraine’s vault arrived before her.
Once the clerk left, she opened it with nervous anticipation.
“…!”
Her eyes shot wide open at what she saw inside.
The reason being—
“Is this really all there is?”
The vault was empty to a comically disappointing degree.
A million seris? Forget it.
Inside Lorraine’s vault lay exactly 1,000 seris.
Roughly ten million won in her home currency.
“Why go out of your way to be so kind and get people’s hopes up?”
Her frustration was unfairly directed at the bank clerk.
Staring into the vault, she let out an involuntary sigh.
True, by pre-transmigration standards, it wasn’t a small amount—
“But wow. If I’d just yelled ‘Let’s divorce!’ and run off, I’d be penniless by now.”
It was ludicrously insufficient to start a new life.
‘Just where did Lorraine spend all her money?’
Of course, that bastard Hether Calyps wouldn’t have given her any substantial sum.
Still, she must have received a considerable monthly allowance from the Roger household.
“Did she spend it all on dresses and jewels?”
After pondering for a while where the money might have gone, Lorraine let out a heavy sigh.
“But what’s the point of worrying about that now? It’s not like money will magically appear.”
Quickly accepting reality, she took 100 seris from the vault and left.
“Where shall I take you next?”
As soon as she stepped out of the bank, Jane hurried over with the question.
“Let’s walk from here. I feel like stretching my legs.”
She wanted to slowly savor the outdoor air, something she hadn’t enjoyed in a long time.
“Yes, my lady.”
After relaying a message to the coachman, Jane quickly returned.
An alley lined neatly with quaint, low-rise buildings.
Among the various shops, jewelry stores and dress boutiques were especially numerous.
Noble ladies lounged leisurely in cafes, passing the time.
Judging by all this and the attire of passersby, this seemed clearly to be an upscale district frequented by nobility.
The sun shone fiercely once again that day.
As Lorraine walked beneath her open parasol, she glanced back at Jane, who followed half a step behind.
When their eyes met, Jane raised her eyebrows questioningly as if asking what she needed—Lorraine halted her steps.
“Jane.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you have a parasol? Why aren’t you using one?”
At the question, Jane’s eyes widened in surprise.
“My lady, we don’t normally use parasols.”
Jane replied with an expression and tone that made it sound utterly natural.
“Why not?”
“…Huh? Well, of course—I’m accompanying you, my lady. How could I possibly carry a parasol myself…?”
Jane trailed off awkwardly.
‘So it’s considered improper for a servant to carry a parasol while attending their superior.’
Lorraine released an imperceptible sigh and slowly spoke.
“Is there actually a rule like that?”
“Huh? No, I mean—not that I know of. But still…”
“As far as I know, there’s no such rule.”
Even if such a ridiculous custom existed in this world, at this very moment, she decided she would be the law.
“Come here and share my parasol.”
“Huh? No, my lady—”
“Did I just ask you to jump into a fire with me? Why look so shocked?”
“No, it’s not that, but…”
Lorraine fixed her gaze steadily on the flustered Jane.
Despite having walked only a short distance, Jane’s forehead and neck were already soaked with sweat.
“Just come under this parasol. If you don’t, I won’t take another step.”
Jane stared blankly at her mistress, who looked as if she might just collapse on the spot if refused.
“You’re not coming?”
At Lorraine’s prompting glance, Jane hesitated briefly before stepping close to her side.
As the shade of the parasol fell over Jane’s fair skin, Lorraine’s stern expression softened.
“Let’s go.”
With a light voice, Lorraine resumed walking.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
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What is this? There is so much mystery and secrecy surrounding the characters.
What is this? Why are medicines so expensive? How do people live there?
Hahaha, how funny! Cedric deserves it. Well done, Lauren!
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I was just admiring how handsome you are—but you had to go and look so scary.
A hadsome face is a hadsome face, it should be admired, doesn’t matter who it belongs to!!!
"And if you're going to say things like that, you'd better first understand who
Clap, clap! Bravo! Well done, Lauren! Teach her a good lesson! How rude!
“In her panic, Lucia burst into tears, ran off the stage, and tumbled down the s
It made me very sad. Fear of speaking in front of people, and also tumbled down the stairs. People must have laughed at her instead of helping her. Oh Dear.
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Oh, what is this? Are there no human rights there? How do they treat their employees?