Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 39: [] You’re mine

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The carriage, hardly a luxury, jolted as violently as my body.

'Cowan has always been Lord Roardness's dog. I don't think he's ever left this palace since he was taken in by His Lordship. Perhaps you're mistaken?'

'Mistaken?'

'Mistaken...'

I opened the window and let the cold wind in, my face freezing. It was the only way I could bear it.

'I imagine Cowan must have grown a lot since I last saw him. I'd be so happy if you brought him to the Duke's residence.'

'Cowan?'

'The puppy you secretly raised in the side palace.'

'Ah, that fellow. I plan to take good care of him in the manor until you recover. It would be terrible if you got sick again trying to take him for a walk.'

Tears didn't come; instead, my already frozen face felt like it would shatter. I was too confused to even think.

'Did I ever really know anything?'

The moments I'd accepted everything without question, using my illness as an excuse, flooded back like flames, scorching my body.

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I don't know how I ended up at the manor, but it was as gloomy as an abandoned house. The Earl's servants were lined up on either side of the entrance as if they'd been kicked out.

"My lady...!"

"My lady!"

Magi and the other servants greeted me with faces as if they'd found a savior. Finally coming to my senses, I looked around. There were carriages and dozens of horsemen lined up at the entrance, as if someone were about to embark on a journey.

"My lady, inside...!"

"Welcome, Countess of Acacia."

Before Jonah could finish speaking, Jimsker, Captain of Lord Noebian's guard, came out from inside and greeted me.

"We've been waiting."

It was as if I were the guest.

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The inside of the manor was even more bizarre. The first-floor lobby, which should have been bright during the day, was dark, with only a dim light around the sofa, so dim that even a mouse wouldn't dare pass through. In the middle of that silence, the only bright spot was where Noebian sat. Leaning back on the sofa with his legs crossed and his head resting on his arm, he slowly lifted his head when he heard me. As always, his eyes were heavy with fatigue, and his bright blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. As I met his gaze, I approached him. He didn't even greet me, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he tossed a piece of paper from the table towards me, as if throwing away trash.

"!"

Startled, I grabbed the fluttering paper and pressed it to my chest. Noebian got up and approached me menacingly. I instinctively took a step back and stopped at the railing leading to the second floor. He came closer and looked down at me as if to crush me. He was so close I could hear his breath.

"I told you to refuse the position as the Crown Princess's maid."

"..."

"Did you think I had no eyes in the palace?"

I looked up at him, trembling so hard I couldn't even breathe. Noebian chewed on his words, each one spat out with venom.

"Not only did you become the Crown Princess's maid, but now what? You're being sent to the Duke's residence while I'm away? To greet visitors at the Duke's residence? Do you miss me that much?"

My legs, hidden beneath the voluminous dress, trembled uncontrollably. I'd seen Noebian's harsh side many times since becoming his mistress, but this was on a whole different level. His aura seemed almost murderous, and I couldn't even swallow. Finally, I managed to gasp for air.

"Are you trying to annoy me because I didn't grant your ridiculous wish to become a duchess?"

He scanned me up and down with a look of utter disbelief. There was no trace of sympathy in his expression. I slowly lifted the paper I had pressed against my chest. Doris must have handled things very quickly. I was certain he had come here in a rage upon receiving this official document, which stated that a manager would be sent before his departure to Elacon today. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists. His unexpected visit had filled me with such tension that my palms were sweating.

"...Yes."

"Are you joking?"

"I bought the title myself, and since there's no hostess, what's wrong with wanting to live in the Duke's residence, where you are?"

"You're out of line. Let me tell you something."

"...!"

Noebian grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me towards him. I felt a sharp pain, as if my wrist would snap if he tightened his grip.

"You should make those kinds of demands only after you've fulfilled your duties."

"My...duties?"

"I mean, warm my bed as a mistress should."

"!"

Was my heart already so hardened? Noebian's voice was venomous and threatening, and his words were shocking, but unlike before, tears didn't well up in my eyes. Instead, my mind felt as cold as ice water. As the tension in my chest subsided, the pain in my wrist also faded. It wasn't that it didn't hurt; I had just become accustomed to the pain.

"...Haven't I fulfilled my duties?"

"Not even once."

"...!"

Blie had never slept with Noebian. So that's why he was so desperate. I felt a sense of emptiness.

"You're different from the others I've been with. You'll learn the hard way that mistresses who get too comfortable end up discarded."

Would that be the case? If Noebian only sought physical satisfaction from women, he wouldn't have bothered with someone as troublesome as Blie. Perhaps he was so desperate that he needed to have a mistress who resembled his deceased wife, whom he still claimed to love.

"I'm not even going to live in the Duke's residence, so why are you so agitated? After all, this isn't my choice; I'm just going as a temporary manager. As I see it, the Empress personally approved this document. Rather than sending someone from a powerful family to the Duke's residence and risking political misunderstandings, she's trying to avoid rumors. That's why she chose someone like me from a humble family. You should also accept the Empress's wishes and treat the wife of your loyal servant a little more respectfully."

"You're full of yourself. What are you up to?"

"What am I up to, compared to you? I'm the one who's confused. This doesn't seem like a bad proposition to me. If I'm going to spend time at the Duke's residence eventually, it wouldn't hurt to get to know the servants beforehand."

Though I spoke calmly, Noebian didn't lower his guard. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on me.

"Fine, so you have a reason, however trivial."

He sighed deeply, as if he had lost interest.

"Apparently, you're still holding a grudge against the servants for what they did to you before. Let me tell you something. Since those servants were personally selected by the royal family, I can't easily get rid of them. So it's best if you keep your temper."

He then released my wrist with a jerk. The blood rushed back into my hand, causing a tingling sensation. I clutched my wrist, which was now marked with bruises, and looked at him.

"...Even if you can't get rid of them, you can punish them, right?"

"Do as you please this one last time. And..."

Noebian sat back on the sofa and tossed a pile of gossip papers from the side table onto the main table.

"Stop using the Second Prince to provoke me."

A small clipping from a gossip magazine, about the size of a child's palm, featured a mention of me and Roardness.

"This is your last warning."

As I looked at him, his weary eyes narrowed dangerously, as if granting me a favor, a silent rage boiled within me.

"...I have a question."

Suppressing my anger, I approached Noebian as if I were speaking to him for the first time.

"Have you ever raised a dog?"

My heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst through my ribs, a sensation I hadn't felt even in such a threatening situation. Our precious memories, every moment I'd spent with you, I'd been desperately trying to erase and forget, but this was one thing I couldn't let go of, the most brilliant period of my life. Noebian's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly.

A second felt like an eternity. As he glanced at me as if I were a nuisance, the words I had been waiting for were about to escape his parched, thin lips.

"...What a sentimental thing to say."

I tried to smile, though it felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my head and eyes. With a desperate heart, as if I were clinging to a cliff, I asked again.

"...Do you mean you've never raised a dog, not even once?"

"Of course."

And Noebian Trovica cut the only rope I was holding onto.

"You've been acting really strange lately."

I was falling slowly off the cliff. His distant voice no longer reached my ears. As the sound of the front door knocking echoed, Noebian straightened his slightly disheveled clothes and stood up.

"Listen carefully. After this Elacon business and the funeral..."

He approached me, his eyes bloodshot as he forced a smile, and whispered in my ear.

"...I'm going to have you."

As if I didn't have the right to refuse. His low, growling voice dissipated into the air. I couldn't bear to look at his retreating figure. As the door opened and closed, a cold wind swept over me, but I felt no chill. My body was already trembling as much as it could. Tears, colder and thicker than the outside air, streamed down my frozen cheeks.

"...Who says you can?"

Who says you can have me.

'You're not Ahn.'

Ahn, the one I first loved, the one I shared my most brilliant moments with.

"No, you're not Ahn."

You never were, were you? As I fell to the bottom of the cliff, my head shattered, the Adrienne of my happy, fragile youth screamed at the top of her lungs. I couldn't turn around, even as I heard the sound of carriages and horses, and the servants who had been banished returning. I stood in the middle of the lobby, trembling as if I were at the bottom of a cold, barren cliff, listening to the screams of the younger Adrienne.

'You deceived me from the beginning, didn't you?'

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