To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 5
Viare, who had learned her family’s storied history since childhood, well understood just how much hardship the Ruschef name had endured to claim its current standing.
Her father, who had inherited the dukedom from his predecessor, too had elevated the family’s prestige in their own distinctive way.
Maintaining just the right measure of authority while discreetly offering bribes to noble houses they needed to be close to—this was the Ruschef way of securing both friendships and influence.
Ever since her debutante ball, Viare had formally entered high society and carefully maintained appropriate relationships with those noble families whose favor she required.
Of course, some houses viewed her unfavorably and even dared utter impolite words to her face, but she never troubled herself to acknowledge such petty individuals.
For the Ruschef, securing tangible gains by any means necessary—this was their unshakable creed.
From the moment the grand banquet began, numerous nobles watched Viare carefully, eager to exchange even a single word with her.
Accordingly, there existed another group of nobles who looked upon her with displeasure and whispered behind her back—but Viare paid them no mind.
Except for one.
She summoned a young lady standing nearby, determined to identify the very person who had vexed her nerves all afternoon.
“Lady Ashitera, might I ask—who is that gentleman over there?”
“Which gentleman do you mean…?”
“The silver-haired young nobleman leaning against the wall.”
The daughter of House Ashitera glanced around, spotted him, and let out a brief sigh before replying.
“That’s Marquis Verdeum.”
‘Ah—the one who became a marquis at seventeen.’
Though she knew little of the precise truth behind the late marquis and his wife’s tragic affair, he was undeniably the most talked-about man in high society right now.
The fact that he, who had remained entirely absent from public view—even during last year’s debutante season—was attending this banquet would surely benefit Viare greatly.
Yet the man stood sullenly against the wall, his face plainly betraying the thought, “I’d rather be home already,” to anyone who looked.
‘However noble he may be, is such rudeness truly acceptable?’
Even as young ladies around him blushed in his presence, he never once deigned to glance their way.
It was precisely at that moment their eyes met—his indifferent, icy-blue gaze colliding with hers.
Oh dear—she hadn’t meant to look away, but Viare found herself flustered, her pride stung by the fact she’d instinctively averted her eyes first.
Viare assumed that House Verdeum, being an illustrious noble line, naturally held unfavorable opinions toward House Ruschef.
Of course, winning his goodwill would be the greatest triumph of tonight’s banquet—but a marquis who so openly rejected all attempts at rapport was hardly worth her pursuit.
Listening to some oblivious young lady giddily praising the marquis’s looks, oblivious to Viare’s thoughts, suddenly made her feel overwhelmingly fatigued.
“Lady Ashitera, I’ll step outside for a breath of fresh air.”
Only once outside the banquet hall did Viare finally feel her breath return.
It was a quiet autumn evening under cloudy, hazy skies.
The chill of the autumn breeze brushed her arms, and Viare shivered slightly, hesitating in her steps.
She could return inside to fetch a shawl—but should she come back out again, she’d have to take a knight escort with her.
Since she’d already slipped out unnoticed by her attendants, Viare decided against turning back.
Outside the hall, night had long since draped the sky in darkness, and only faintly glimmering stars illuminated the earth.
Lost in thought, Viare walked toward a place in the ducal estate known now only to her.
Though tonight’s banquet could be deemed somewhat successful, it wasn’t truly over yet—so she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.
With help from the Head Maid and Manolin, Viare had meticulously planned every detail to ensure the Duchess’s absence went unnoticed.
In just another year, Gaisen would make his own debut in society—and she needed to firmly establish her social footing to shield him from harm.
Absorbed in thought, unaware she’d furrowed her brow, she soon found herself before a thicket thick with ivy.
The once-vibrant climbing vines had turned crimson, hastening autumn’s arrival.
Past the winding, dense tendrils coiling around the garden wall, one could find a narrow passage hidden deep within.
Stepping through it revealed her private sanctuary—a place no one else would ever guess existed.
In her childhood, whenever Viare was scolded by the Duke, the Duchess would bring her here and offer gentle comfort.
It had been the only place within the ducal estate where mother and daughter could share their secrets freely.
After the Duchess’s passing, Viare would visit this spot alone whenever she longed for her mother.
Untouched by human hands due to its seclusion, this place offered her true peace.
Viare bent slightly to enter the narrow passage—and just as she straightened fully after emerging inside—
She couldn’t help but startle at the unwelcome intruder already waiting there.
‘How did he find this place?’
The very marquis who’d irritated her all evening now stood before her.
Even the estate’s servants knew nothing of this hidden nook—so for an outsider to discover it seemed nearly impossible.
She had no idea how he’d stumbled upon it, but Viare resolved not to show her surprise.
‘Well, I suppose he simply wandered in by accident.’
Regardless, the man before her was a guest of the ducal house—and as hostess of the banquet, she owed him at least basic courtesy.
Intending only to offer a light bow and retreat, Viare accidentally met his azure eyes again—and bit her tongue without thinking.
A sharp sting brought faint tears to her eyes, yet it was Viare who first broke the heavy silence.
“I bid you greetings, Marquis Verdeum.”
“Do you perhaps know me?”
Taken aback by the hopeful gleam in his eyes, Viare quickly decided to add a slight falsehood.
“I merely know the general impressions of the distinguished guests attending tonight.”
At her words, the marquis’s face clearly fell, and he replied in a slightly petulant tone.
“Should the evening’s hostess really be hiding out here like this?”
“The banquet will be remembered splendidly even without me.”
“You don’t look splendid at all—just dreadfully bored.”
Caught off guard by his blunt accuracy, Viare bit down harder on her lips in frustration.
She’d already known he was rude since the banquet hall—but to speak so bluntly was truly audacious.
“You seem just as bored yourself, my lord.”
“Do I? I’ve never particularly enjoyed attending banquets…”
Watching him belatedly glance her way, as if checking her reaction, almost made her laugh.
“Then what sudden change of heart brought you here?”
Her nerves, frayed from days of banquet preparations, sharpened her tone more than she intended.
As Viare stood there, lips moving silently as she debated how to apologize for her un-ladylike outburst—
“…Because you’re the same.”
The marquis had clearly spoken—but a sudden gust sent the ivy rustling wildly, drowning out his words.
“Could you repeat what you just said?”
“It was nothing of importance.”
He gave a soft chuckle, shook his head lightly, then briefly kissed the back of her hand before adding his parting words and departing for his own territory.
“Congratulations on turning seventeen, Viare.”
Viare stood frozen, staring at her burning hand, her cheeks flushed with a flustered bewilderment she’d never felt before.
‘What on earth was that about?’
Without permission, he’d not only used her given name but even kissed her hand.
Such an unthinkable breach of decorum left her so furious that sleep eluded her that entire night.
[This is the timeline separator]“Back then… I never imagined things would turn out like this between us…”
Viare let out a quiet laugh. For now, her only solace was revisiting memories of him.
On happy days, she recalled happiness; on sorrowful days, sorrow—her unconscious mind always drifted to Dension.
Was it a moment from the past Viare missed—or perhaps the girl she herself had been in those days?
The setting sun filtered gently through the curtains, and Viare gazed silently at the sky painted in twilight hues.
“Sion… are you looking at this sky too?”
Dension would sometimes stare blankly at the crimson-streaked heavens, lost in reminiscence.
Whenever she watched his sorrow-laden, azure eyes drift into thought, she found it impossible to look away.
Even now, she still didn’t know who exactly he remembered in those moments—but she never wished to pry into Dension’s memories.
After all, lovers don’t need to know or reveal everything about each other.
She believed that leaving some space untouched was a form of consideration—and respect.
Though, in the end, those unspoken misunderstandings had driven them apart.
Looking back now, Viare realized that in the two years she’d known Dension, she’d learned surprisingly little about him.
Though she stood closest to his world, that didn’t mean she could enter every part of it.
Whenever she discovered a new side of him—even one Dension himself didn’t know—her heart would swell with indescribable joy.
The way his lips would twitch when eating orange marmalade pudding, or how he’d frown and wear a sullen expression when displeased—
She’d once believed that if she ever revealed everything to him, he too would open his heart completely to her.
They still had so much time ahead—and she’d never doubted they’d spend their whole lives together.
Yet in the end, all that returned to her was Dension’s cold, lifeless body.
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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