To Become Family with the Male Lead (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“You know, Boha, I don’t need anything else. I just wish for our family to be happy.”
“Truly, it’s all for our family.”
“Just this once, for the sake of our family…”
“We’re family, after all.”
After opening my eyes, I gazed once again at the familiar green ceiling.
What a wretched dream.
[This is the timeline separator]“Lise, run an errand for me!”
Even after a month had passed, Isabelle still entrusted me with errands—fetching a repaired clock from the watchmaker’s shop, picking up a dress mended two days ago, and so on.
These were simple tasks suitable for a ten-year-old, yet too trivial and bothersome for a noble young lady.
Indeed, it was customary for nobles to send their children on errands to neighboring estates rather than to the marketplace.
But due to an incident last year, my errands shifted from neighboring estates to the marketplace.
Back then, Isabelle had sent me to deliver an invitation to Madame Frond of the Frond estate at the foot of the hill.
“Hello, Madame Frond. I’m Lise Marceau from the Marceau household. I’ve come on my mother’s behalf.”
“Oh my, how admirable! Come inside first, won’t you?”
There, I unintentionally ended up enjoying some dessert. Kind Madame Frond asked me predictable questions—about my studies, friendships—as if to relieve the tedium of her daily life.
At the time, frustrated that I couldn’t attend school, I poured out all sorts of complaints to her.
Madame Frond seemed more entertained by my stories than expected and even served me tea. When our conversation ended, she pressed a few candies into my hand and urged me to visit again.
The trouble arose later, at a party, when Isabelle and Madame Frond met. The moment Madame Frond spotted me beside Isabelle, she smiled and greeted me warmly.
“The last time you sent Lise on an errand, we had a lovely chat. I’d heard you had a youngest daughter, but I never imagined she’d be so clever! She’s both lovely and well-mannered—surely she’ll become someone remarkable among her siblings.”
“…Thank you.”
Madame Frond’s utterly well-meaning words caused a backlash. She lavished praise on me to Isabelle without restraint until the party ended.
Isabelle’s expression remained calm, thankfully, though her shoulders tensed slightly whenever Madame Frond compared me to my siblings.
I, too, wanted to run away.
The moment we returned to the estate, Isabelle began persecuting me. She confiscated all the books and belongings in my room and never again sent me on errands to other noble households.
She even warned me never to think of attending school again.
A whole year has passed since that incident. Now, Isabelle once again assigned me an errand typically reserved for maids.
“Take this. Give this card to Master at ‘Tears of the Mermaid,’ and you’ll receive the item. It’s extremely valuable, so be careful not to lose it. If it’s damaged even slightly, I’ll take away all the books I gave you last time. Understood?”
She handed me a card decorated with an emerald background and a silver border. On it were a reservation number and a signature.
“Lise. You must answer.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“And don’t wander off to any strange places again.”
“Yes. Of course not.”
Before Isabelle could launch into another stern warning, I stepped out of the room. After putting on my prepared outdoor boots and heading to the entrance hall, I found Viti standing there, waiting for me.
“Let’s go, Viti.”
“What? Lise, are you running another errand?”
Swell, who had come to the entrance hall to play with a ball, spotted me and chuckled.
“Oh no, I should’ve left sooner.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing at all.”
“Hmph. So you’re doing the maids’ work now? Well, I suppose it suits you.”
“Well, in my opinion, you’d be better suited to managing the stables.”
“Did you just call me ‘you’? To your older brother?!”
As if he had any right—he’s only a few months older than me.
“Well then, I’ll be off. Older brother.”
“What? W-who’s your older brother?!”
Dealing with Swell was exhausting.
I hurried out of the estate and, without a carriage, walked down the hill with Viti.
Since I knew the path well, my steps moved quickly despite the steep slope. Viti, however, struggled to keep up and trailed behind me helplessly.
“Miss! Just a bit slower, please!”
I caught Viti just as she nearly lost her balance and fell. Her legs trembled as she walked, and only after we reached the bottom of the hill did she let out a sigh of relief.
“‘Tears of the Mermaid,’ right? So where might that be?”
“Turn left, Miss.”
Unlike on the hill earlier, Viti, who knew the marketplace well, quickly guided me to the sign that read ‘Tears of the Mermaid.’
I looked up at the wooden sign, which matched the design of the card. It was the most famous jewelry shop in town, known for selling the most expensive gems.
“Welcome! What brings you here?”
“I’ve come to collect a reserved piece of jewelry. Here’s my card.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re here?”
One of the shop attendants approached and asked me. Flustered by her casual tone, Viti shook her head.
“Excuse me, but this is Miss Lise Marceau, the youngest daughter of the Marceau household.”
“What? This… this young lady?”
The attendant stammered. Understandably so—though I looked like a noble young lady, my clothing was unremarkably plain for a child of the Marceaus.
Moreover, children from a family of the Marceaus’ standing rarely came in person to pick up jewelry; they usually visited just to admire the pieces.
“I-I’m terribly sorry, Miss!”
“More importantly, here’s the card with the reservation number.”
Embarrassed by the attendant’s quick apology, I handed over the card.
“J-just a moment! Master personally verifies the reservation number and hands over the jewelry. I’ll go fetch Master.”
“I’ll wait here.”
After sitting in a suitable spot, I sensed Viti watching me anxiously from beside me. She was worried I might be upset.
‘If I’d known this would happen, I should’ve worn a prettier dress instead of the old one I wear at the estate.’
I recalled the outfits Father had gifted each of his children just last night—bright dresses adorned with lace…
“You’ve come to collect the item?”
At that moment, Master’s voice rang out. I absentmindedly looked up and found my mouth slightly agape at the sight of a large woman. Her heavy makeup and set expression gave her a formidable air.
“Yes. I gave you the card… already…”
Slightly intimidated, I trailed off. Master glanced briefly at the card in her hand, then turned her gaze back to me.
“This is indeed my signature, and the reservation number matches as well. This necklace is the most expensive piece we have here at ‘Tears of the Mermaid.’”
What was her point? Seeing my confusion, Master sighed.
“I know the faces of every noble lady, young master, and young miss in this town. As for the Marceaus… I’m certain they have six children.”
“That’s right. I’m the sixth child, Lise Marceau.”
“Your attire seems rather plain for a daughter of Madame Marceau.”
Master was suspicious of me.
“What do you mean! This is Miss Lise Marceau, a member of the Marceau household!”
Viti cried out indignantly.
“Moreover… the reservation number here is smudged.”
Master held out the card to me. Whether from ink bleeding or not, the final digit ‘6’ appeared slightly blurred. But it was only faintly smudged—not enough to raise real concern.
“Madame Marceau should have another card with the reservation number and signature. We usually provide two.”
“…So you want me to go get it?”
“I’m sorry, but with a smudged card, I cannot hand over the item.”
Even I found this situation unpleasant.
Yet, I couldn’t simply argue—the shop was full of onlookers. If I became a spectacle, Isabelle would surely confiscate every book in my room immediately.
“I’ll wait here, Viti. Go fetch another card from our mother.”
“But I can’t leave you alone, Miss…”
“I’ll stay right here. Besides, this is a good chance to make sure Master recognizes my face so this won’t happen again.”
It was my last shred of dignity.
Master, wisely enough, offered to bring me a drink while I waited. Perhaps from years of dealing with nobles, she was quite shrewd in such matters.
‘From Master’s perspective, I’m suspicious but there’s no proof—so this is the best solution.’
“I-I’ll be right back!”
Viti hurried back toward the estate. Left alone, I sat on the sofa against the wall as Master had directed. Now, all that remained was to wait for Viti to return with the card.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Well… grape or orange? Mother often sends a maid to pick apples and makes the drink herself. It’s truly delicious.”
“Take your time choosing.”
“Alright.”
I looked at Master with an innocent smile.
For the rest of my time here, I intended to firmly imprint my face into Master’s memory.
“Huh?”
“…”
“Sister Lise!”
That single voice from ahead erased all my plans.
Turning my head, I saw Yune tightly holding Madame Fenton’s hand. She immediately let go of her mother and ran straight to me.
“Sister! Did you come here to buy jewelry too? So did I!”
“No, I’m not…”
Madame Fenton behind her worried me. The Fentons and the Marceaus had been on very bad terms for a long time. Young Yune might not know this, but Madame Fenton certainly did.
“Oh my, so you’re Lise?”
Contrary to my expectations, the lady approached me with a bright smile.
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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Fitton is a wonderful and very kind lady. I hope our Liz finds a loving family like Yorick. Then the wicked Isabel arrived.
Oh, that evil woman never changes. She’s clearly plotting something against Liz. I just hope our dear Liz doesn’t get hurt.
Well done, good child! How sweet of him to say he can’t lie, but I think he just loves our dear Liz 🤭💗
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My gaze held no selfish desire. I didn’t even want it for myself—I’d only been l
This also explains why everyone is bullying our little Liz. She should be respected. It’s good that she taught him a good lesson.
Grateful for my answer, Madame Fenton kissed me on the cheek. The brief touch of
Aaw they are so cute. Madam, you are my favorite adult. Omg my heart melted
Once the incident ended, the nobles who’d been happily browsing jewels quietly s
Oh, I loved Isabel’s actions! She defended our little Liz. The jeweler deserved what happened to him.
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Miioo
Isabel is so mean! What is this bullying of a poor child? I hope Liz gets rid of this family.