“Lift it, even if it doesn’t look challenging. It’s stuffy.”
“But still…”
Mirabel was really at a loss.
She might have said to challenge her with ease, but rejecting herself and being rejected by others were different. To expose a weakness from the first meeting. Could it be that a scar is not visible on my lady’s forehead?
In reality, Liz’s forehead scar was not very visible. It was because she had been looking at her fate, not her shell, every time she looked in the mirror. What would be the problem with such a scar when she knew of her miserable fate?
“Ah, understood. Then I’ll lift it for you.”
Mirabel lifted her bangs, swallowing tears.
Once lifted, Liz smiled and said to Mirabel,
“See, it’s much better.”
Liz looked satisfied with her round and smooth forehead, which she had not seen in a long time.
“Yes, it is.”
Mirabel managed a forced smile.
But her inner voice said otherwise.
‘Could scars grow? Why does it look bigger than usual today?’
“Shall we go now?”
Liz stood up with a bright face, leaning on her armrest.
“Wait… my lady.”
Mirabel hastily grabbed the lady who was about to turn away.
“Why?”
Liz asked, widening her eyes.
“That is…”
It was the hardest thing Mirabel had ever had to say in her life.
“What’s taking so long? Tell me quickly.”
Under Liz’s urging, Mirabel had no choice but to open her mouth.
“Can I apply a little more concealer?”
(This is a time divider.)
In fact, Liz had no intention of looking at herself in the mirror again.
Her dream was solely marriage. A dream and hope that had continued from her previous life.
It wasn’t just longing for a wedding dress.
How desperate was the fence of a family to her, who had to grow up lonely all her life without a family in her previous life?
It’s fine if he’s not rich. It’s okay to live in a single room. Just simply establish a family and lovingly raise a child born in that relationship; that’s all she wished for.
As such, she died without fulfilling her humble dream and nearly repeated it again in this life, which is truly dizzying to think about.
She had no ambition to marry a better person. Just an ordinary person who would respect each other and be a companion for life was enough.
Anyway, if nothing unusual happened, the wedding would be decided today.
Liz, looking fresher than ever, gently held the hem of her dress and, with Mirabel’s support, descended downstairs.
Now, as she crossed this long corridor, she would reach the reception room where her future husband was.
What would be a good way to greet him for the first time?
‘Nice to meet you for the first time?’
No.
They had encountered each other a few times at banquets, so that greeting did not seem appropriate.
They seemed to have exchanged some conversation. What was it?
She couldn’t remember well, but it must have been a very brief conversation. Or she might have consistently ignored him.
It was natural. At that time, her mind was full of Kain, so other men wouldn’t have caught her eye.
Thinking about it, it’s funny.
She almost missed the man who would become her future husband by thinking about someone meaningless.
How heartbroken must he have been at her insincere reply?
I will do my best to live well during my life.
So overwhelmed with joy that I could scream.
Liz burned with determination in her heart.
Step by step, she approached the reception room…
As she got closer, a strange, noisy sound was heard.
It sounded like fighting, and also like swearing.
“What is it?”
Liz looked back at Mirabel.
Mirabel shrugged, as if she didn’t know either.
Liz clenched her teeth and increased her pace a little. Mirabel put more strength into the arm that supported her lady, so that her sticklike legs would not buckle. And then she flung open the door to the reception room.
Liz almost fell over in shock.
Rubent Youngsik, her future husband, was being wildly swung around by some woman by his hair.
The servants tried to intervene, but to no avail.
Mother had retreated to one corner, stomping her foot, at a loss as to what to do.
“What is happening here?”
Liz approached her mother and asked. She received a startling reply.
“Well, Liz. Apparently, that woman is Rubent Youngsik’s wife.”
“……What?”
“How did she find out about Rubent Youngsik’s engagement and come here to cause such a ruckus? Such disgrace is unheard of.”
“You wretch…… How could you do this to me?!”
The woman’s venomous voice filled the reception room.
From the looks of it, Rubent Youngsik’s head wouldn’t survive the day.
How could something like this happen?
It was so absurd that no words could come out. Everything felt unreal, like some outrageous drama she’d seen in a past life.
But one thing was certain.
The engagement was off today.
(This is a time delimiter.)
After the commotion ended, Liz was able to get the full story from Mirabel.
“Shébine Claude?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“That’s the wife’s name?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“She’s a fairly wellknown singer?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Mirabel.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Should I just not get married?”
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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