My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 4.1
Chapter 4.1
Translator: Yonnee
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The one who slammed the door open was none other than Owen. He looked at Hessen, who was grabbing me by the collar, and he spoke in a cold voice.
“Hessen Everett, let go this instant.”
“…My distinguished older brother, what brings you here? I guess you’re here to put this idiot on a leash.”
Hessen let go of my collar, and while watching the stare down between those two men, I took a sip of my lukewarm tea. The hand holding the teacup trembled minutely.
“I have to talk to Lily about something. You should get going.”
“Why? Is it something I can’t listen to? Why don’t you just do it now even when I’m here? There’s nothing to hide between siblings.”
Owen stared at Hessen with a tired gaze, then he sighed quietly. He ruffled his blue-silver hair once, then he came up to grab Hessen’s arm.
“Leave.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Do I have to force you out? Leave while I’m still asking you nicely, Hessen.”
“Oh, but I don’t want to. Are you deaf? Let me hear what you want to say to that wicked thing. Why? Can’t I? Are you trying to hide something?”
The atmosphere became more and more heated because of Hessen’s jeering. Owen’s eyes darkened as an ominous force rose from him. It was Frigga, the spirit of ice that Owen had entered a contract with, and in an instant, ice cold frost began to form on the floor and the air was charged with frost.
“While I’m saying it nicely.”
“……”
“Get out.”
I spotted Hessen’s quivering shoulders. Hessen also had a spirit he signed a contract with, but his power was nothing compared to Owen.
Perhaps feeling humiliated, Hessen gritted his teeth. He was ready to be fiercely persistent, but he could no longer protest now. All he did after this was to shake off Owen’s hand roughly.
“You—I’ll see you later.”
Hessen left a threat for me before he headed to the door, practically stomping his feet. I stared down at my teacup blankly.
When Hessen left and slammed the door shut, Owen sat in front of me.
“Lily Everett.”
“Yes, Brother.”
I answered mechanically and looked up. As it came into view, I saw that Owen’s face was expressionless as usual. When I made eye contact with him, there was a gentle smile on my lips. I feel like a well-trained dog.
“I don’t expect much from you, but… Try to capture Theodore Valentino’s heart. That bastard still hasn’t been tamed completely. For the sake of Everett, your role is important in getting him to submit.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“And don’t forget, Lily.”
Owen’s voice became lower. His indigo eyes stared into mine, his gaze filled with a clear desire for domination.
“Even if you marry that bastard, you’re mine.”
“……”
“Until you die, Lily Everett… No, even after you’ve died—you are an Everett. Do not forget.”
“…Yes, I won’t… forget.”
My voice trembled.
Did it come out right?
Did I answer well?
I have no idea.
Like the devil’s face in my nightmares, Owen’s smile was distorted.
He slowly stood up from his seat and reached forward, stroking my cheek.
“That’s right. You’re a good child.”
“……”
“Good night, Lily Everett.”
It seems like I’ll be having a nightmare tonight.
* * *
I wanted to meet Theodore Valentino today to return his coat, but that would be difficult to do. He was currently at the front lines at the fissures in the Valentino territory.
In the meantime, I heard unsavory rumors. The Valentino household had reached its limit, and the Everett family had offered belated support. The Duchy suffered and continued to suffer a great damage, and Duke Valentino now had no choice but to bow his head towards the Everett family.
‘Even though it was considered belated support, if we’re talking about Father here, he’d only be looking at it as a great profit.’
It’s not that surprising. The previous Duke of Valentino had been at odds with Father in the past, so I’m sure he’s trying to take this as an opportunity to make them kneel.
…I can’t imagine the anger and humiliation that Theodore Valentino must be feeling. In the first place, the Valentino household would not have fallen this far if only His Majesty the King had not been under Father’s thumb.
‘And just as Father wishes, that man will eventually marry me, but…’
Can we be happy?
He and I will never get along harmoniously. I can already feel it.
* * *
Marriage between nobles in this era, more than anything, was like a transaction.
It was a form a political relationship to ensure each household’s interests and safety.
The former Duke of Valentino was supposed to have entered a political marriage with Lord Alvinith’s daughter, but he fell in love with the daughter of a humble household and ended up marrying her.
As a result, Valentino earned very little benefit from this marriage. Their military had weakened as well.
It was inevitably different from other families who entered political marriages to bolster each other’s wealth and power, so even at that time, the Valentino household had already been at risk.
“In short, it’s a fool’s errand for you.”
Hessen spat these words sarcastically while leaning against the wall. From the moment he had entered the bride’s waiting room, it seemed like his gaze couldn’t leave me.
Those indigo eyes seemed to be holding unwavering flames.
A fundamental, fierce impulse. Anger. Those were the flames.
“If the Valentino Duchy’s finances were intact, you would never have married Theodore Valentino.”
“Yes, I know.”
I nodded indifferently as I answered back. At this, Hessen’s expression distorted.
He took a step as though he was going to come right at me, but he suddenly stopped and muttered, ‘Sh*t.’
While balling both hands into fists, his features contorted in anger, and I saw how he was trying to suppress a sense of shame. When I saw that face, I felt like I was awakening a sadistic side in me.
I want to do something I wouldn’t normally do. Anyway, Hessen wouldn’t be able to do anything to me today.
If anything, this was my chance now.
To turn that goddamn Hessen upside down.
“Hessen, do you know?”
I rose from my seat carefully so that my wedding dress wouldn’t crumple, and on one side of the wall, my reflection could be seen in a full-body mirror. It was a pure white wedding dress decorated with lily flowers and blue jewels, trinkets that supposedly wish the bride happiness.
Her white-silver hair was neatly braided, and atop her head was a veil and a pure gold tiara. With light makeup on, she had a pure, elegant air to her as her peridot eyes shone brightly.
“Even if I were to die, I would never ask you for any help.”
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