I Was Tricked Into A Fraudulent Marriage By The Obsessive Villain - Chapter 5.8 - Banquet

More precisely, off the woman touching Carvain.

“…….”

Something welled up inside.

That human…

He wouldn’t even let her look at other men! It was incomprehensible why he was accepting the touch of another woman.

She had completely forgotten the original story, but fortunately, Titia remembered.

Because she was a character that received a lot of criticism.

Crown Princess Disease Flower.

(T/n: I would call it a strong case of delulu.  (ᅌᴗᅌ✿)

The readers of the novel all called Titia that.

Terminal stage crown princess, head full of flowers.

Her delusions were so detailed that she had even named her great-grandchildren before getting engaged.

The comments on the episodes featuring Titia were always filled with insults towards her.

‘But Carvain actually gotten engaged with her.’

In the original, he was engaged with Titia knowing full well she was delusional, just to use her for the Alonbram family.

“…….”

The corners of Iona’s eyes trembled.

Could it be? Was he going to accept Titia again, just like in the original?

Thanks to Johanna’s scheme, she had already become the one who betrayed Carvain’s trust.

Johanna would surely file for divorce as soon as this party ended.

So, she had no right to interfere anymore. However, she couldn’t take her eyes off Carvain.

She couldn’t shake off the feeling of being robbed by the man she feared so much. She couldn’t understand why she felt like a scoundrel.

The deep-seated seesaw inside moved back and forth, unable to completely tip to one side. It felt like the creaking noise was scratching at her ears.

Creak, creak.

“…….”

During that moment, Iona couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“……!”

Carvain, who had not turned his head this way at all, was now staring at Iona.

“…….”

An emotionless, bland gaze was fixed on her.

Then, for a moment, as their gazes met, Titia Alonbram whispered something and pressed her body closer to Carvain.

Carvain, with his gaze still fixed on Iona, did not push Titia away.

His eyes, pinned on her, flickered red.

“…….”

Iona’s eyelids fluttered. The creaking sound kept ringing in her ears.

If you don’t move, I won’t do anything. That seemed to be what Carvain’s gaze was saying.

In the end.

There was only one choice.

The creaking and shifting finally tilted to one side.

“Lady, you will come, won’t you? Yes?”

“…Just a moment.”

With a resolute decision, Iona pushed through the surrounding nobles and headed straight for Carvain.

“Iona, what are you doing……!”

Johanna was shocked and tried to stop her, but Iona had already approached Carvain.

Once Iona made her move, she did not hesitate.

“Oh my. It’s a feast for the eyes with such a handsome man and beautiful woman together.”

“Both of you are not yet married or engaged, right? With such a good match, I look forward to your offspring.”

They’re talking XX XX X.

Iona cursed under her breath.

“My future children are going to be with me.”

As she spoke, Iona strode forward.

As she approached, the nobles around Carvain and Titia all gasped in astonishment.

Under the lights, her fine golden hair shattered, and her beautiful dress made her stunning appearance stand out even more.

’Is she a goddess?’

’Isn’t that the siren we’ve only heard about? Even her voice is… perfection itself…!’

Titia felt the atmosphere around her change in an instant.

Because all the attention that had been on her suddenly shifted to the newly appeared lady.

“…Lady Hardin. What is this impudent speech?”

“…….”

Titia snapped back.

“I understand you’re nervous about making a late debut in society, but this is not it. Are you out of your mind to utter such delusional nonsense?”

Titia, like a seasoned serpent of the social circle, fired back with her words.

Iona, with a calm and composed face, pointed with her chin at Titia’s hand, which was holding onto Carvain.

“If you don’t want to lose your wrist, take your hand off.”

“What?!”

In the next moment, Iona gave Titia a brilliantly twisted smile. With that perfectly drawn smile, the surrounding nobles fell silent.

There was nothing but gasps of surprise and sighs of admiration.

“This man. He’s already been marked by me for a long time.”

“…What did you say?!”

Titia’s face crumpled in confusion at Iona’s words.

Suddenly, the irrational Titia, who had lost her composure, forgot to use the social filter and began to pour out her words to the woman who had suddenly appeared and was speaking rudely.

“Lady. It’s pitiful that you’re tormented by delusions. It must be difficult to treat people when you’re always cooped up in your mansion, right? I understand.”

(T/n: A German idiom that is fitting for this: Someone who is sitting in a glass house shouldn’t throw stones. I can´t with this girl (༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

Iona simply listened to Titia’s words, which were pushing her into a corner as if she were a recluse with a mental illness.

“It’s hard to listen to that delusion anymore. All the nobles here will understand your actions with a noble and forgiving heart. So why don’t you go to the Hardin Manor? You’re like a duckling without a mother, swimming alone in the water!”

“…….”

Iona silently stared at Carvain.

Their gazes intertwined, and Aiona communicated with Carvain through her eyes.

I’ve made my choice. Are you still going to stay quiet?

Iona’s eyes sharpened as if she was annoyed.

The silent exchange of glances, with those red eyes, was so deep that it was impossible to read even the slightest emotion.

Just as Iona’s brows furrowed,

“Wife.”

Carvain, who had been silent all along, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him.

“……!”

The word “Wife” that came out of Carvain’s mouth had an impact like a storm sweeping around.

‘Wife, Wife?’

‘Did he just call her Wife, now?’

The surrounding nobles hurriedly covered their mouths with their fans and whispered among themselves.

Carvain embraced Iona and pressed his lips against her white forehead.

“Why have you only come now? I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”

With every word that burst from Carvain’s mouth, the banquet hall turned silent.

Carvain, knowing full well that all eyes were on them, pretended not to notice and kept his gaze fixed only on Iona.

“…….”

This was his plan from the beginning, wasn’t it? This man.

Turning her head slightly in frustration, Iona froze as Carvain lowered his lips to her soft hair.

“Oh dear. Is it because I left first? My apologies, Wife.”

Please show me your face. Yes?

It was as if he was pouring sweet honey over her, just like a beekeeper.

The nobles around them were now staring at Iona and Carvain with their eyes wide open and mouths agape.

Iona forcefully suppressed her gaze, which was sharpening like the edge of an axe.

She knew all too well that Carvain was doing this on purpose for everyone to see.

Instead of being backstabbed as she entered as Lady Hardin, he has now firmly nailed his position in the social circle.

Iona Hardin is his wife.

Creak.

Upon witnessing this, a crack appeared on Titia’s forehead. Not just on her forehead, but on her high pride as well.

‘So, it wasn’t that he was waiting for Lady Titia?’

‘What is this… I thought they were secretly meeting already, based on what they usually say! So much for destiny!’

‘He wasn’t shy; he was just a decent man waiting for his wife?! The handsome, decent man that exists only in myths?!’

“…….”

Titia felt her blood pressure rising to the point where her skull seemed like it would burst.

She clenched her dress with trembling hands, unable to believe that what was unfolding before her eyes was not a dream but reality.

How could this be?

They were meant to be together. How could he do this to her?

And on top of that, marriage? What does this mean?

How could you do this to me?!