I Healed my Husband, the Leader of the Underworld

The people in this mansion, regardless of age or gender, had one thing in common.

They all absolutely worshipped Siegfried Roam.

It wasn’t just a simple matter of respect or admiration; No, their loyalty to Siegfried was absolute, and they considered it an honor to have such mindset.

It’s something I’ve learned the hard way during the two years I spent in this mansion.

I, Milena, was nothing but garbage to Roam, someone who would eventually be taken out. They were all waiting for Diana, the “real hostess” of the duchy, and the heroine of this novel.

Even the great Rochester name lost its shine when it was put against Roam’s power, and in the end, the villainess from Rochester became a laughingstock, someone they wanted to see crumble.

I realized that the more fiercely I stood up for myself, the more they craved to break me down.

It was pure malice.

I could see it in their eyes.

‘Do you know why His Excellency is always absent at night?’ the butler once asked me while greedily scanning my curves.

‘Well, I’d like to find out,’ I remember answering awkwardly.

I was at the bottom of the food chain in his and everyone else’s eyes. Yet their pride, Siegfried, was now pointing a revolver at the chief butler in the office.

Surprisingly, the butler was refuting the accusation in his usual businesslike voice.

“… It’s just that the Madam doesn’t like me. I swear to God, my loyalty to Roam is greater than my greed for diamonds. I followed my father into this mansion from a young age and….”

Then, Alberto suddenly stopped in his speech, and slowly turned his head to look at me before asking,

“Tell me, madam.”

His gaze, soaked with disdain and lust, slid over me. Yet as if his instincts were taking over, the man couldn’t help but scan my necklace with dirty eyes.

“I…I” I stuttered.

“Did I really try to steal Madam’s necklace?”

The answer to this question was fixed; he never tried to do that.

“Why did you make up a lie and tell his Excellency? If you gain his affection by unfairly getting rid of me… Will that please Madam?”

It felt like a hundred venomous snakes were wriggling inside the pink eyes staring at me. I was being painted as a capricious woman who lied to get her husband’s attention.

 At that moment, a clinking sound echoed in the room.

“Your Excellency!” Alberto urgently spoke as Siegfried’s finger gently pressed the trigger.  “What I said is true. Serving Roam is my life. I harbor no ill intentions towards the Madam, she trying to frame me.”

“I know.” Sigfried said calmly.

He knew?

Chills ran down my spine.

“But……”

BANG!

I covered my mouth at the resounding gunshot.

The butler, who had been discreetly stalking me for a while now, fell on the floor with a huge thud, and became a clod corpse.

Bright red blood slowly spread next to my husband’s red shoes.

“I hate people who covet what’s mine.”

Siegfried’s chilly voice overwhelmed me.

“Especially if it’s my woman.”

His blue eyes pierced through me deeply.

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. (This scene happens after the butler’s funeral.)

“Why are you angry?” Siegfried asked, sitting down next to me on the bed, and caressing my cheeks.

I was in the bedroom, gathering my thoughts after teatime.

‘Madam, your hands are shaking’ the servant said.

I laughed it off, and replied that it was nothing, but this seemed to have been reported to Siegfried.

I realized the fact when he quietly opened the door and sat on the bed. I thought there must be a reason why a busy man like him took the time to come here, and the only one I could think of was:

You’ve probably received reports about my abnormal behavior.

Well, thinking this way was only natural since he had always been indifferent to me.

 He bowed his head, and tried to kiss me, but I turned away.

He understood the refusal and backed away, but still wrapped his arms around my waist, whispering, asking why I was angry. He hugged me tighter, his breath tickling my neck, as if to playfully tease me.

“Why?”

“I..” I looked him in the eyes and said, “I am not your woman.”

Although my last name was Roam, I was different from the others living here. I was Roam’s hostess; I didn’t belong to this man.

“Then whose woman are you?”

“I’m Roam’s mistress,” I said, ignoring his question.

At my answer, the tension in him seemed to have immediately disappeared, and his intense gaze softened with affection.

“Not your woman,” I added.

Siegfried didn’t pay me no mind, and just leaned closer, pressing his lips on my cheek, so I pushed his firm shoulders away.

At that moment, my vision suddenly flipped. He picked me up, and laid me on the bed, looking down at me from between my legs.

“… I’d love to hear the answer to my question,” My husband finally said.

Then, I suddenly remembered that yesterday he said if I had held onto something else than his vest, he wouldn’t have left.

He would have stayed.

So, as he leaned his face towards mine, I made sure there would be no regret about that subject today. I took the initiative to slide my delicate hand down between us, grabbing whatever I could get my hand on, and his low moans scratched my ears.

“I don’t want to,” I answered resolutely as the sound of his heavy breathing echoing in my ears sent shivers down my body.

“Whose woman are you?” Siegfried persisted.

This was a predator’s voice, one that I had never heard before. It wasn’t the voice he used when playing the perfect husband, nor the one he used to plead with me moments ago.

Facing that weird feeling, I looked at the face of the man I had just tried to tame.

“… Which bastard did you fall in love with?”

In that moment, I wished there was someone I could proudly present, but not a single name came to mind. The situation was truly ridiculous.

Was it because of his handsome appearance that made one doubt if he was even human? Was it because he looked like he could rush at me at any moment and turn everything upside down? Or perhaps it’s because the heavy diamonds around my neck felt like it was going to choke me to death.

 I couldn’t breathe.

“At the very least someone who won’t tolerate servants crossing the line with their disgusting pranks.” It was amazing that the answer came out of my mouth so clearly despite my dizzy head.

“Is that so?” He said languidly, his hands gradually moving upwards, stroking my smooth legs. He was very skilled at running his fingers along my underwear, trying to pull it down.

And as soon as I turned around in a bad mood, I knew I had made a move that would put me in jeopardy in this tense chess game. As expected, Siegfried came at me from behind, and my shoulders shook at the felling of the taut fabric between my legs.

My carelessness allowed him one more move, and eventually, my underwear mercilessly slid down my spread thighs, then he grabbed me tightly before whispering into my ear.

“What kind of prank?”

I tried to push him away, but he held onto me, refusing to let go. And when I didn’t answer, he grinned his hips slowly against mine. My delicate skin felt constricted, being rubbed like this against a strange, cold fabric.

Siegfried lowered his head and bit the nape of my neck.

After struggling for a while, I finally slipped out of his arms and quickly pulled my underwear up.

“The cheap prank of putting the sheets from our first night in my bookcase…”

I emphasized the word ‘cheap’ as I spoke the words. My husband turned his head as if something had just come to mind, then glanced at the antique wooden bookcase.

“Yes, I put it in there.”

“The bloody sheets, why?”

“Well,” He replied with a nonchalant expression, as if it were obvious. “Because it’s stained with your blood.”

I stared at him, wondering how thick that man pretentious façade really was.

“So?”

 He laughed crookedly and said, “Was this also in the hands of the bastard you talked about?” before he lowered his head, burying it between my legs, and leaving those words hanging in the air.

He then looked up at me while slowly pulling my underwear down again.

“Just Roam’s hostess, huh?”

He chuckled seductively.

“Which means you can be someone else’s woman.”

Sigfried’s eyes darted over me, eager to pounce yet waiting for my permission. I reached out my trembling hand, stroking his hair.

He lifted himself up and kissed me before burying his head in my neck.

“Can’t you be mine?” He murmured arrogantly and languidly. “If you don’t like being called my woman.”

His breath, tickling my ear, was hot.

“Let me be your fucking man, wife.”

At those words, I let out a shaky breath.

 He was more sensual than a seductive siren that entices you to throw yourself into the sea.

* * *

I didn’t know what people thought of Roam, but I thought of it as a single organism. Roam’s servants, no to mention the quiet mansion, they all felt like one living entity.

The reason I came to such a conclusion was simple. It was because of the indifferent yet sorrowful faces of the numerous people gathered at Alberto’s funeral.

As they commemorated the death of their housekeeper, they looked sad, not because someone they cared about and loved had died, but because they lost something like a cell or maybe an arm.

There was no room for speculation.

These people didn’t live and breathe separately as conventionally believed; They moved like one body.

“Milena….” Jane called out.

There’s no way Jane wouldn’t know about Alberto’s death, but since the master explicitly said, ‘No words get out,’ then not a single person would tell that bright, and sunny woman the real cause of the tragedy.

“Alberto.”

It was a clear example of how powerful Siegfried was in Roam. One word from him and Jane was rendered blind. One word and ‘I don’t know’ was all Jane heard from whoever she asked about the subject.

In short, their obedience to Siegfried was greater than their affection for Jane, and that absolute loyalty creeped me out.

I swept Jane’s arm as I pondered about what happened.

Siegfried took away something his sister liked for my sake.

 But since when did Siegfried care about me more than his sister?

“Milena, how did this happen so suddenly?”

 Alberto used to take care of Jane meticulously.

Moreover, she was a weak girl who had managed to stay cheerful despite the recent death of her mother. So, it was best to avoid anything that would trigger sad feelings as much as possible, which is why the butler she liked shouldn’t have been killed.

But Siegfried pointed his revolver at Alberto’s head and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. He did it with an emotionless face.

“I know, right?” I replied.

It’s quite weird how a person could be a total jerk to one person, but to someone else they were precious enough to cry when they happened to leave in such a regretful way.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I looked down at the coffin and pursed my lips.

 Rather than feeling relieved….

“Let’s go, Milena.”

I was scared.

Jane tightly held my hand and thanked me for staying by her side, and as she did, I felt their gazes.

To be more precise, I felt the gaze.

I felt the gaze of the organism named Roam scanning my trembling hands, and I immediately knew this would soon be reported to Siegfried.

It’s suffocating.

I wanted to run away.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a desperate desire to leave this place as right now.

After the funeral, I returned to the mansion with my usual bright smile. And when Jane mentioned that the weather seemed to be exceptionally nice, I said that it would be nice to read a book while enjoying the sun.

Once I finished my duties as the hostess, I asked the housekeeper if it would be a good idea to plant tulips in the garden. Then I drank tea in front of the maids who were scrupulously looking at me.

Moments later, I gracefully stood up from my seat saying it would be nice to have a book to read with Jane, and hesitantly left to go look for said book.

And acting on impulse, I went to the stables and grabbed the red reins of a random horse with shaky hands.

Tak.

“Where are you going?” a voice suddenly asked as its owner grabbed my wrist.

“… My wife.”

It was someone with a firm and calloused hand,

An intoxicating scent that immediately took my breath away.

And a hard body dripping with sweat, giving off a leather smell mixed with a faint blood scent.

Someone with a chilling aura that suppressed me, and meticulously sculpted arms that wouldn’t let a drop of blood come out even if you stab them.

It was Siegfried.