The employees here shared one thing in common regardless of whether they were young or old, female or male. They worshipped the owner of Roam, Siegfried Roam. It wasnât just a little respect or admiration. Their loyalty to Siegfried was absolute. And they were the ones who regarded that attitude as an honour.
It was a fact that I learned the hard way during the two years since coming to this mansion.
I, who was nothing more than an existence to be replaced someday, was the impurity of Roam. They waited for Diana, their âreal hostessâ and the heroine of this novel.
The great name of Rochester also lost its light under the wealth of Roam, and in the end, the Rochester-born shrewd woman was reduced to a joke that they want to destroy at least once. The more fiercely I stood up, the more fiercely I realised that people wanted to break me down. It was pure malice.
I saw it in the eyes of the employees.
âDo you know why Lord Roam is away at night?â
The butler, who was greedily scouring my curves, said once.
ââŚWell, Iâd like to find out.â
I was at the bottom of the food chain in their eyes. But their pride, His Excellency Roam, was pointing a revolver at the chief butler.
The butler was confessing to Siegfried in his usual business-like and plain tone.
ââŚItâs just that the madam doesnât like me. I swear, my loyalty to Roam will be greater than my lust for diamonds. Sir, I am innocent. I followed my father into this mansion andâŚ.â
Albertoâs head turned slowly to scan me. He asked me questionably.
A gaze that seemed to contain hatred and obsession scanned me lustfully. At the same time, as if his true nature came forward, the man looked at my breastbone with dirty eyes.
âDid I really try to steal your necklace, madam?â (Butler)
The answer to this was fixed. He never tried to do that.
âWhy did you make up a lie and tell the lord? If I close my eyes unjustly, and what you gain is his affection, then⌠Will it please the madam?â (Butler)
It was as if a hundred vipers were wriggling in the pink eyes that looked over me.
I was getting treated like a chivalrous woman who lied to attract her husbandâs attention.
At that moment, a squeaking sound resounded in the room.
Siegfriedâs thumb gently pressed the hammer of the revolver. Alberto said urgently.
âWhat Iâm saying is true. Serving Roam has been my life.. The lady plotted against meâŚ.â
I covered my mouth at the sound of gunfire. The butler, who had been secretly chasing me, turned into a cold corpse and fell to the floor with a thud.
Bright red blood was dripping down the side of the red shoes.
âI hate people who covet whatâs mine.â
Siegfriedâs cold voice was overwhelming.
âEspecially if itâs my woman.â
His blue eyes scanned me.
I felt strange. I felt dizzy and nauseous, but the cause was too complex to explain in words.
[T/N: the scene below is after the funeral of the butler, the scene of the funeral of the butler will be after this scene, right now itâs night time]
Siegfried sat next to the bed and stroked my cheeks. It might have been because of the gap I showed when I was organising my thoughts after tea time.
âMadam, your hands are shaking.â
[T/N: this line was after the funeral of the butler, at the tea time]
Laughing at the remark, I replied that it was nothing but it was immediately reported to Siegfried.
It was when he quietly opened the door and sat on the bed. I thought there must have been a reason why a busy man took the time to come here, and there was only one reason.
âIâm sure he got a report of this behaviour.â
He was so indifferent to me that it was natural to think like this. He bowed his head to kiss me. As if to reassure me. As if to get confirmation that I was fine.
When I turned my head, he understood the rejection and backed down. And he wrapped my waist and whispered, âWhy are you angry?â He came nearer, stroking at the back of my neck.
I said, looking him in the eye.
âIâm not your woman.â
I had the Roam name, but I was different from the rest of Roamâs people.
I am the hostess of Roam, not this manâs woman. He couldnât call me that. He is a savage man who would shoot his butler and then warn him in the most noble way.
âI am the hostess of Roam.â
My life that seemed to weigh me down at any moment, subsided at that answer.
His fierce eyes curved affectionately.
âIâm not your woman.â
Instead of replying to my words, he came closer to me, he put his lips on my cheek and licked it. I pushed his hard shoulders away.
ââŚI want to hear the answer.â
At that moment, my view suddenly changed. He picked me up, laid me on the bed, and looked down at me from between my legs. Yesterday he said, if I had held anything other than the vest, he wouldnât have left.
As he leaned his head towards mine, I made sure that there would be no regrets between us about that problem.
Instead of taking the initiative of wanting to hold him, I grabbed what I could get my hands on. My slender hand flinched, and his low moan scratched my ear.
[T/N: she grabbed is d1ck]
I raised my voice resolutely. The sound of his breath ringing in my ears made my whole body feel alert.
It was the first time I had ever heard his true majestic voice. I couldnât see him being a decent husband or begging me.
With that foreign feeling, I looked at the face of the man I had just tried to tame. He persistently asked me.
ââŚWho is the bastard you fall in love with?â
I was focusing on the word âwomanâ, and he was focusing on the modifier âwhoseâ before the word.
Whose woman if not mine, he was asking. At this time, I thought it would be nice to have at least someone that I could be proud of, but there was no name that came to mind.
I couldnât believe there was no one. It was a real joke. There were a lot of people in the social circle with whom I had talked around, but I felt once again that there was no close helper.
My mind flowed from complicated thoughts to scattered breaths. Was it because of his handsome appearance that made it questionable whether he was really a human being? Was it because of the tension that he would rush into me right away and tear me apart at any moment? Was it because of the heavy diamond hanging from my neck and pressing me down as if it would crush me to death?
âAt least Iâm a woman who wonât condone employees playing pranks that go too far.â
It was amazing that the answer came out clearly even with a dizzy head.
His hand went up gradually, gliding over my smooth legs. He was also very good at hooking his fingers through my underwear and pulling it down.
The moment I felt bad and turned around, I knew that I had made a move that would put a pawn in a tight chess game in jeopardy.
He had just come at me from behind. My shoulders trembled at the strange and tight fabric that touched between my open legs.
Carelessness forced me to yield more to his advances. Eventually, my underwear was pushed down helplessly between my open thighs, and he grabbed me as he tucked in and whispered in my ear.
âWhat kind of prank?â
I tried to push him away, but he held me tight and wouldnât let me go. When I didnât answer, he moved his waist slowly. My delicate and sensitive skin was rubbed against the unfamiliar and cold cloth.
He bent his head down and bit me by the back of my neck.
I said as I got out of his arms and pulled up my underwear.
âI condone the bad prank of crumpling the sheets of the first night into my bookshelfâŚ..â
I spoke with particular emphasis on âbad prankâ.
He turned his head as if something had come to his mind and captured an antique wooden bookcase in his eyes.
âYes, I put it in there.â
âA sheet of blood, whyâŚ.â
He said something that would be out of oneâs mind with a calm face, as if it were natural.
âBecause you are buried in it.â [1]
I gauged at how thick the manâs handsome skin was.
âSo, was it that bastard hand youâre talking about?â
A sheet hidden in a bookshelf.
With those words left, he bowed his head and buried his head between my legs. He looked up at me, pulling down my underwear with his teeth.
âYou can be both Roamâs hostess and a different woman.â
His eyes that wanted to rush at me right away, but still waited for my permission, swept through me. I scanned my underwear between his lips.
Yes, if a man wanted to play like a beast, I would tame him. After much thought, I reached out my trembling hand and stroked his head. So softly that I couldnât even touch him at all.
He raised his head and kissed me. After a short kiss, he buried his head in my neck.
âCanât you be my woman?â
He asked arrogantly and languidly.
âIf you donât like being called a woman.â
The breath that tickled my ear suddenly became hot.
âLet me be your fucking man.â
I let out a breath I had been holding back at that voice.
He was more sensual than a siren that charmed you to throw yourself into the sea.
[T/N: now this scene is the funeral scene. ]
This was the story after that (after the butler got killed). To be precise, it was about the âstrange thingâ I saw that day.
So I didnât know what people would conclude about Roam, but I thought it was an organism. Not to mention Roamâs employees, Roamâs quiet mansion seemed to be a living thing.
The reason why I came up with this conclusion was simple. This was because of the dull and regretful faces of these countless people who flocked to the butler Albertoâs funeral.
In commemoration of the butlerâs death, they seemed sad, but not as if someone they cared for and loved died, but as if something like a cell or an arm fell off.
It couldnât be a conjecture[2].
If only they were living and breathing alone, as was the conventional wisdom.
There was no way Jane wouldnât know about Albertoâs death.
They moved like one body.
It was a terrible embodiment of mourning. When âdo not talkâ was said from above, not a single person told the bright and sunny woman the cause of the tragedy.
It was a clear example of how powerful Siegfried Roamâs name was in Roam. One word from him made Jane oblivious.
For Jane, I didnât know how Alberto died, but their repeated answers: I donât know were consistent without error.
In short, their obedience to his orders had an absolute advantage over their affection for her. That absolute loyalty created a strange feeling.
I swept Janeâs arm and thought silently.
Siegfried ruined what Jane cared about. He destroyed it.
But since when had Siegfried put me before his sister?
âMilena, how could he suddenlyâŚ.â
Alberto must have been a butler who took care of Jane.
In addition, Jane was a woman who narrowly maintained her cheerfulness after the recent death of her mother. It was good to avoid events that reminded her of bad memories as much as possible.
Such as the murder of the Roamâs chief butler.
But Siegfried aimed a revolver at Albertoâs head and pulled the trigger, with dry eyes and without hesitation.
How could a person who was a bastard to some, also be such a precious person that it would be a pity to others if they left this world?
I looked down at the coffin and pressed my lips. Rather than feeling relievedâŚ.
âYour hands are trembling, Milena.â
Thank you for keeping my seat, I felt the gaze when Jane held my hand tightly.
To be precise, the âeyesâ.
The gaze of an organism called Roam was directed at my trembling hands. My move would soon be reported to Siegfried.
I wanted to run away. I knew that staying here was the answer, but my impulsive feeling urged me to get out of here right now.
I didnât think the idea had ever been so desperate. This place was strange.
After the funeral, I returned to the mansion with a bright smile as usual. Jane said that the weather seemed particularly nice, so she said that it would be good to read books while enjoying the sun.
After finishing the duties of the hostess, I asked the gardener how to plant tulips in the garden. And I drank tea in front of the maids who looked at me.
I wanted to grab a book to read with Jane, so I rose gracefully from my seat and took a rather modest step. I was going to get out of here.
From a mad husband. From the floor of the office where the butlerâs blood was drenched. From wax-like employees. From the disgusting RoamâŚ
When I went to the stable impulsively and picked up the horse, and grabbed the horseâs red reins with my trembling hands, with a smile that had been seen by them.
âWhere are you going?â
Someone grabbed my wrist and asked.
My senses became clear, and my thoughts gradually returned.
The bigger the callused hands, the more power went into them.
A dreadful yet breath-taking scent.
His hard body, which was dripping with sweat, suddenly appeared in my head.
A faint but inconspicuous smell of blood from the clothes passed through my nose.
Arms woven with sophisticated muscles that wonât bleed out even when stabbed.
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T/N: People who got confused, this was the original shifting of scene: murder of the butler -> funeral (her hands were trembling here) -> tea time (her hands were trembling here too) -> going to the horse shed -> back to the room.
But the author arranged it like this: murder of the butler -> back to the room -> (rewind) funeral (her hands were trembling here) -> tea time (her hands were trembling here too) -> going to the horse shed.
[1] Heâs saying her traces are buried in that sheet, he actually kept the bedsheet on which they first slept together and her blood stains and aftermath of the sex traces was there in that sheet
Heâs such a pervert đđ
[2] an opinion or conclusion formed on the basis of incomplete information.