It happened at early spring when heavy rain was pouring out.
What is the end of “The villainess, Gabriella?”
The wreckage of the broken carriage weighed on me. My legs under the wheels are already numb.
‘Ah, I’m going to die in the end.’
Shaaaah
The cold rainwater flowing along the dirt road soaked my whole body.
I hated the rain, so I looked up at the dark clouds with resentful eyes.
Why is it today?
I wish I had died on a sunny day.
“What’s wrong, wife?”
If that were the case, the man standing here wouldn’t have looked so sad.
“Live. Live, even if you’re far from me. I pretended not to know and let you go… Why are you here? Like this?”
He was a man of strong build despite the rain.
Ernst Cassel Equez, with his dark hair that is darker than shadows and his cold blue eyes.
A leader whom all those who belonged to the forces of the night and whose mighty navy of Eames followed with all their hearts.
He was called by many names.
The hero of the naval warfare, the murderer of the sea, and the demon of death. A graceful beast that roams through the night…
‘And my husband.’
A person who loved deeply, but couldn’t easily confess that he loved her even when he was drunk because he thought he might lose her.
I was so foolish.
Ernst looked at me in a vague way, and soon clenched his teeth.
His appearance of anger and despair was truly like the devil of the North Sea.
Maybe that face is his true face that I don’t know.
‘But he never spoke harshly to me. Even though I couldn’t share my love, I was happy in my own way. We were married.’
Gabrielle, the illegitimate daughter of Count Nashert, the duke of the country, and a false saint.
Ernst, admiral of the mighty Northern Navy.
Our marriage, which seemed to have no connection at all, was a contract from beginning to end.
‘It seems that the ending of the wicked woman cannot be changed.’
After I learned that I possessed the villain with the mask of a saint in the original novel, I struggled to prevent my imminent death.
According to the original, she had to act innocent, act nice, and act pitiful, and be jealous, frame, and torment the female lead, who was the real saint.
I should have put the female lead to the test, saying, “I’m the real saint, not you.”
But I didn’t want to do that.
I wanted to be happy, too.
So I offered this man a contract marriage.
The male protagonist of the next work of the author of the original novel.
I dared to steal him.
To find happiness that is not worthy of the role of the villainess.
“Sir! I have caught the runaway coachman!”
“He admitted tampering the wheel of the carriage. He is the culprit!”
“There is evidence found from this man. The first prince must have done this!”
Officers appeared with the pounding of horseshoes stepping hard on the ground.
They pulled the coachman, the main culprit who caused the carriage to fall down the cliff.
“Break off his arm. Then find out who’s behind it. Next, cut off both legs so that he can’t walk.”
The low voice was mixed with a murmur of iron.
I looked helplessly at the man who carefully supported my broken doll-like body.
His jaw stiffened with miserable anger and his straight closed mouth represent his feelings.
‘I didn’t want to show you myself looking like this for last time….’
I’m sorry to have leave you with such a bad memory. But I’m glad you came to find me.
For keeping me from dying alone… Thank you.
Three years.
Our contract marriage ended in the worst possible scenario in just three years.
First, the contract period is three years. Pretend to love each other on the outside.
Second, never fall in love.
Third, don’t hold onto each other when you get divorced.
Our contractual marriage terms were nothing special.
I couldn’t help it.
A review from the author of the original work that I read before becoming ‘Gabriela, the villainess’.
It was clearly written there that the author’s next work was ‘a contract marriage centered on the cold man of the North Sea’.
I thought I could get the role of the female lead since it wasn’t made yet.
That’s all a mistake.
It was just a vain expectation.
“Uh-uh-uh-uh.”
“Don’t say anything.”
“Sorry…”
I wish I had trusted you more. What if I had been more honest with you before the end?
Kak
Every word she takes, blood spurts out.
I felt my life slipping away slowly.
‘I wanted to get ‘it’ before the end of the contract…’
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