When I Let Go of Obsession, I Got Obsessed (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Thus, the daughter born from an ordinary woman inherited only the best traits of both parents and grew ever more beautiful with each passing day.
Her father, however, would witness this growth perhaps only once or twice in his entire life.
For he was soon utterly captivated by yet another fresh charm.
Lilia, who had never properly seen the face of her philandering father, entered this household solely thanks to the generosity of Marchioness Berium.
Or, to be more precise, due to the marchioness’s own ambition disguised as generosity.
She wanted the title of a magnanimous wife who even embraced her husband’s illegitimate child—she longed to become the paragon of noblewomen.
Thus, the mistress’s daughter, brought in merely for show, became an object of scorn and mockery for Liz.
“Sister….”
It was only natural that she feared Liz.
Liz looked at the woman before her, whose pale face trembled as she nervously bit her lip, and recalled the original plot.
‘Liz shoved Lilia’s face into a sink full of water and only released her just before she lost consciousness.’
It was fortunate—truly, truly fortunate—that she had realized she was possessed before committing such madness.
“Sister….”
Misinterpreting Liz’s gaze, which shimmered with profound relief, Lilia anxiously rubbed their clasped hands together, revealing her unease.
Well, it was understandable. After all, Liz had always regarded her with cold disdain and lashed out with sharp words; moreover, Lilia had likely heard that Liz had recently been rejected twice in a row at matchmaking meetings, so she must assume Liz was in a foul mood.
Instead of reassuring Lilia, Liz turned on Cain.
“Cain, shouldn’t you take care of your master first? Isn’t that what a servant is supposed to do?”
She couldn’t think of any better response.
Leaving behind a silent Cain and Lilia, who stared at her with eyes wide as if seeing a ghost, Liz descended to the lower floor.
She had worried her legs might give out halfway down, but fortunately, that didn’t happen.
Having safely reached the garden, Liz leaned against a bench beneath a weeping willow, enjoying the cool breeze as she thought about the two people she’d just met.
‘Are they still not together yet?’
She hoped they’d realize their love sooner rather than later—so they could bicker sweetly and eventually leave this house. Judging by how things were going, though, it still seemed too early.
But well, sparks would fly soon enough. After all, whether love or affection, feelings deepen in proportion to the time spent together.
Yes, this should’ve happened long ago. How foolish of her to cling on so stubbornly.
Remembering those days when she’d blindly thrown herself at the male lead without understanding anything made her feel utterly pathetic again.
Thwack.
Liz slapped her own head hard.
“I’ve brought water.”
Cain handed Lilia a glass as he spoke.
“Thank you. And I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have asked you to do this.”
Lilia said, her cheeks flushing.
“No need to apologize. It’s simply my duty as your attendant.”
“……”
“Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”
“Hmm……”
While Lilia pondered whether she had more tasks for him, Cain’s gaze remained fixed outside the window.
He saw Liz sitting beneath the weeping willow, crushing blades of grass under her toes.
Cain knew well that this was Liz’s habit whenever she was deep in thought.
‘What’s she thinking about?’
Just as he wondered this, Cain’s aquamarine pupils suddenly widened—Liz had just sharply slapped her own head, not once but several times.
“I don’t need anything else. But… would you like to have a cup of tea with me, if you’re free? Now that I think of it, you’re my personal attendant, yet I’ve never even treated you to a cup of tea…”
“If there’s nothing else you need, I’ll take my leave now.”
Cain barely heard the beginning of her sentence before promptly exiting the room.
Left alone, Lilia wore a blank expression. She wasn’t particularly upset, yet she still felt a pang of disappointment.
She’d wanted to grow closer to him.
After lingering in that wistful mood for a while, Lilia sighed deeply and turned her eyes toward the window. Suddenly, something caught her attention.
Cain, who had abruptly cut her off and hurriedly left, was now with her sister!
He’d even scooped her sister up into his arms. Was it because her sister’s legs were unsteady? Was he carrying her back to her quarters?
Of course—it made sense. Before serving her, Cain had been Liz’s attendant.
But then why did she feel so irritated? Why did it feel as if something rightfully hers had been snatched away? Had she already started thinking of Cain as her own?
Lilia was confused. And she suddenly found her sister unbearably vexing—it seemed as if Liz had deliberately sat where she could be clearly seen from Lilia’s room, just to lure Cain over.
But she quickly shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel such insolent thoughts.
‘No, I mustn’t hate her. I’m not the kind of person who hates others—that’s exactly what my sister is like!’
Lilia was genuinely startled to realize that such hatred could arise even within herself.
‘Our Lilia is such a good girl, isn’t she? You must always listen well to Madam and stay good.’
‘Lady Lilia is like an angel. She’s never hated anyone before. If she ever does come to hate someone, it’ll surely be because that person truly deserved it.’
Lilia quickly regained her composure.
After all, her hatred had a reason.
‘It’s all because of my sister.’
“If I’m fine, why are you acting like this?”
Exasperated at last, Liz snapped at Cain, who had followed her all the way from the garden and carried her back to her room.
“You’re not fine at all. Just a moment ago…”
“Just a moment ago?”
Cain stopped himself from finishing—“Didn’t you just hit your own head?”—afraid Liz would show her usual displeasure if she knew he’d been watching.
“Never mind. Is there anything you need?”
“No. Even if there were, I wouldn’t ask you. I’d ask Mirabel instead.”
Liz pouted like a sulky child.
“Understood.”
Cain readily agreed without showing any sign of annoyance.
Liz finally thought he’d leave—but then:
“Will you be attending another matchmaking meeting?”
Caught off guard by the sudden question, Liz glanced up at Cain sideways, her expression clearly asking why he cared. Cain simply added with a gentle smile,
“Just curious.”
Liz sighed deeply.
“I won’t be going for a while.”
“Why not?”
“Just… I’m tired.”
“…I see.”
Was it her imagination, or did Cain seem genuinely relieved?
“Understood. Then I won’t bother you further. Rest well, my lady.”
Just as Cain turned to leave, his mood seemingly brightened into a cheerful smile,
“Wait.”
This time, Liz was the one who stopped him.
“Yes? What would you like me to do?”
Cain turned back, his sparkling eyes almost pleading, “Please give me something to do.”
But Liz had no intention of giving him an errand. She hadn’t called him for a task or a reason at all.
She simply wanted to see Cain’s face.
Not the false one… but his true face.
‘What is your real self? The true form of the Crown Prince hidden behind that platinum hair and aquamarine eyes.’
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
But since she couldn’t say that, she decided instead to say what the original her would have.
“Just… because you’re handsome.”
‘Cain periodically consumed a mysterious potion to conceal his appearance. Thanks to it, he managed to hide his identity for ten long years without being discovered.’
Alone in her room, Liz murmured softly, recalling the original plot.
“A mysterious potion… a mysterious potion, huh…”
So novels really are just fiction—how could there be a potion that changes one’s face?
Wait—actually, didn’t it not change the face itself but merely prevent others from recognizing it? She couldn’t quite remember. Anyway, she’d love to try it once—it sounded like so much fun.
But had she known the agony the potion caused, Liz wouldn’t have said that.
“Ugh…”
Every ten days, when Cain took the potion, excruciating pain—like his internal organs being torn apart—wracked his body. The agony was immense. Sometimes he even thought it’d be better to just reveal his identity… or even better, to die.
Huu…
After the pain swept through and passed, he lay sprawled on the cold floor, staring blankly at the ceiling with a weary expression.
Suddenly, he noticed dust motes floating in the air.
As he watched each speck drift into the sunlight only to vanish again, Cain quietly recalled Liz’s words.
‘I won’t be attending any matchmaking meetings for a while.’
He felt deep relief at those words.
Not because she’d decided against matchmaking—but because he no longer needed to stoop to petty schemes.
He felt no guilt whatsoever.
Luring the Young Lord Rubent’s mistress and uncovering Count Barloise’s secrets to blackmail him into breaking off the engagement—these were simply necessary actions. Had he not done so, Liz would likely be trying on a wedding dress right now.
He’d even considered traumatizing her so thoroughly she’d never dare attend another matchmaking meeting.
Though he felt no regret over any of these plans, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted with himself.
Why go to such lengths? What exactly was Liz to him?
He wished it were merely stubborn pride over a woman who no longer loved him.
He’d even deliberately recalled all of Liz’s most irritating traits, trying to detach himself emotionally.
But…
Had she really been that unbearable? Her obsession?
Now, he wasn’t even sure anymore.
Thinking back, it now seemed endearing—the way she’d dismissed servants just for exchanging a few words with him, how she’d constantly summoned him to check for traces of other women on his body, and how she’d badgered him anxiously whenever he was out of sight.
And perhaps it wasn’t that his feelings toward Liz had changed—maybe it had always been this way, like dust motes only becoming visible once sunlight finally shone upon them.
If she’d truly annoyed him that much, he would’ve left long ago—or killed her himself.
The fact that he hadn’t meant only one thing:
He hadn’t disliked her either…
Ding… Ding…
Suddenly, the call bell rang.
It signaled the end of the servants’ break time.
Cain rose and walked toward the mirror.
All traces of his suffering had long vanished; even his bloodshot eyes had cleared into a pristine, transparent hue. His face, now free of worry, radiated not just calm—but happiness.
As he adjusted his disheveled appearance and studied his reflection, Liz’s words echoed in his mind.
‘Just… because you’re handsome.’
Handsome…
Repeating the words silently to himself, Cain let out a laugh, as if amused by his own foolishness.
“For something as trivial as this.”
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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Gosh, I hate this mother of female lead. What the heck she think she is. How artificial. I wish to see her fall badly.