My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 189

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Chapter 189
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What followed was inevitable.
“Congratulations on your marriage, Your Highness.”
“But when exactly did you marry?”
A crowd of people swarmed around Prince Lorenzo and me.
“Only days ago. We rushed to prepare the marriage documents first so we could receive the sacred ceremony from the Divine Spirit.”
I had thought him a reckless child, but Prince Lorenzo responded with surprising composure.
When had he grown so much?
I realized anew that Prince Lorenzo had matured remarkably well.
‘Though it hardly matters now.’
No matter how well Prince Lorenzo dressed it up, everyone knew I was Alexei’s lover.
No one dared speak of it openly, but whispers echoed through every corner.
“So you hold both princes in your hands.”
“My goodness, how scandalous. Do you see both princes simultaneously?”
That alone would have been sensational gossip, but unfortunately, it was far from the only matter.
A face identical to Kanna Adis. Because of it, the people of the Aslan Empire had fallen into panic.
“Could she be a half-sister? Kanna Adis’s mother was always unclear. She could be that woman’s child.”
“But how could they resemble each other so much? I’m certain that woman is Kanna Adis.”
With the situation as it was, everyone stared at me and whispered.
‘This is all because of Alexei.’
That madman destroyed everything. Absolutely everything!
Then, mercifully, the orchestra began to play. A waltz had commenced.
“Tatiana, shall we dance?”
“Of course.”
At last, I had a chance to speak with him alone.
We stepped into the Dance Hall, and as I placed my hands on his shoulders and arms, I spoke softly.
“I’m sorry. Because of me….”
“Don’t apologize. This is all because my brother has lost his mind.”
Prince Lorenzo steadied my waist and spoke coldly.
“I’ve been anxious all along, but I never expected him to do something like this. My brother isn’t in his right mind.”
Who could have predicted it? No one would have imagined that he, always so rational, would gamble with everyone’s safety at stake.
“Tatiana, there are quite a few people staring at us right now.”
“Yes.”
“But that one over there is rather frightening.”
….
I glided smoothly through the steps and glanced toward where he indicated.
It was Orsini. He leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed upon me.
‘Why has he been like that since earlier?’
His stare was so piercing and intense that my fingertips tingled, just as Prince Lorenzo had said.
“Is Orsini Adis your brother?”
“….”
“You’re glaring at me so fiercely. Are you upset that your sister was taken away?”
At his innocent words, I felt laughter bubbling up inside me. There was so much he didn’t know—so many truths he had yet to learn.
“No.”
“Hmm?”
“That’s not the reason. And I’m not siblings with Orsini.”
“What? But you….”
“I’ll explain everything in detail later, in the chamber.”
I whispered weakly.
I meant every word.
I would tell him. Everything.
I owed this prince the truth—he who had sacrificed so much and endured so much for my sake.
“Ah.”
At those words, Lorenzo’s cheeks flushed crimson.
“Oh, right. Yes. The chamber. We’ll be sharing one now, won’t we?”
“….”
No, I hadn’t meant it quite that way….
I felt embarrassed. But since it wasn’t entirely wrong, I let it pass.
When the song ended moments later, the Queen approached.
“Lorenzo, dance this next one with me.”
It seemed she wanted to hold a strategy meeting.
I shook my head reassuringly at the worried Lorenzo and stepped back.
‘I should go out to the balcony.’
But I hadn’t taken more than a few steps before I stopped.
Silvien. He stood before me, blocking my path.
“Would you care to dance with me?”
For a moment, I was speechless.
Dance with Silvien?
In seven years of marriage, we had never danced even once.
‘No, wait.’
But I corrected my thoughts. Since Ju-hwa had returned to this world, perhaps those experiences were no longer truly mine to claim.
Yet the memories remained, so I answered curtly.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not very strong.”
“I see.”
“Yes.”
Then he looked around with an emotionless gaze.
“There’s something I wish to tell you. Would it be acceptable to speak of it here and now?”
What an irritating man. I swallowed a curse and extended my hand.
“One dance should be manageable.”
Silvien smiled as he took her hand.
“The honor is mine.”
Still an insufferable man.
I restrained the urge to strike his face and let him take my hand.
He then placed his hands on my waist and shoulder with practiced ease.
I could feel the whispers intensifying as people stared.
Of course they would. A woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to Kanna Adis, dancing with Kanna Adis’s ex-husband.
I exhaled a weary sigh.
‘I suppose I can’t fault Silvien for this.’
His behavior was natural. It would be far stranger to ignore a woman who looked identical to his deceased wife.
“You dance quite well.”
“Do I?”
“It seems you’ve had ample opportunity to dance in this place.”
“I’m not certain what you mean.”
“If you’re thinking of playing innocent, stop. I could provide at least ten more pieces of evidence that you are Kanna.”
“Are you unwell?”
Yet I brazenly tilted my head as if I understood nothing. Silvien then lowered his face close to mine and whispered.
“In name only, I was your husband. We lived under the same roof for seven years. There is no way I could not know.”
Watching his face so near to mine, I found my thoughts drifting elsewhere.
‘No wonder Ju-hwa was driven mad. Even his voice is beautiful.’
Especially that silver hair. If I were to cut and sell those lustrous silver strands, they would surely fetch an exorbitant price.
‘I could make two billion won… no, wait.’
Dismissing such absurd thoughts, I answered coldly.
“I am the Princess of Yalden. Choose your words carefully, Duke Valentino.”
“Princess, is it.”
The word seemed to irritate him, as his eyebrows rose slightly.
“How many years younger is Prince Lorenzo than you? Ten? Eleven?”
“The younger, the better. I prefer younger men.”
His eyes narrowed into slits.
“That may not always be the case.”
“Why would you think that?”
“In bed, you’ll miss your ex-husband. You were quite satisfied, were you not?”
What…?
I looked up at him with wide, astonished eyes. Yet as always, his face remained that of an elegant nobleman.
Then Silvien reached out, brushing aside the strand of hair caught on my ear, and lowered his lips close. He whispered intimately into my ear.
“Don’t you remember? Every night, I would….”
At the continuation of his sentence, my ears burned crimson.
His words were shockingly obscene and suggestive—utterly indecent phrases that I could scarcely believe were coming from Silvien’s lips.
‘He’s insane!’
More than that, wasn’t this unfair to me?
Kanna Adis shot him a look brimming with venom.
“You—!”
Damn it.
Kanna Adis bit her tongue hard.
Don’t lie to me. When did that ever happen? We never even consummated the marriage in the first place!
That’s what she meant to say, but she swallowed the words instead.
No—she couldn’t swallow them. She’d already let slip a single word, a single syllable.
But for Silvien, that would have been enough.
‘Damn it all.’
To fall for such provocation—she was flustered that Silvien, so unlike himself, had uttered something so crude!
She trembled with the bitter sting of defeat, her teeth clenched.
Meanwhile, Silvien, having achieved his objective, finally closed his mouth. He donned once more the mask of the courteous gentleman.
And now, belatedly and pointlessly, he spoke with perfect propriety.
“Congratulations on your remarriage, madam.”
“Hold your tongue. Who said I was your wife?”
“I apologize for my inappropriate remarks just now. I do hope you’ll forgive me.”
“How considerate of you. Where did you learn such language? I never knew you possessed such vocabulary. Do you go around doing everything behind closed doors?”
Kanna Adis spoke with spiteful sarcasm, but Silvien responded with gentleness.
“Please harbor no needless concerns. I have no intention whatsoever of ruining your life.”
Is that so? Kanna Adis regarded him with suspicious eyes.
“I’ve often felt uneasy thinking of you all this time, but seeing you take a new husband brings me relief.”
Silvien smiled softly.
“I, too, shall remarry soon.”
“…Remarry?”
“Yes. So please, do not worry.”
Kanna Adis gazed up at him vacantly—at the man’s face, always composed in that neat smile.
Yet for some reason.
She suddenly had the impression—no, the illusion—that he seemed angry.
“I’m not curious.”
The music ended just then. Kanna Adis roughly pulled her hand from his.
“So don’t bother sharing such useless information.”
Kanna Adis turned sharply on her heel.
‘Remarry?’
She walked quickly. Silvien was going to remarry?
‘Well, it’s about time, I suppose.’
He was Duke Valentino. He couldn’t leave the position of mistress vacant indefinitely.
‘Should I have asked who it was?’
Whoever Silvien took up with was none of her concern.
Yet it gnawed at her.
Not Silvien—but Ju-hwa.
‘Ju-hwa won’t simply stand by and watch.’
After accepting a champagne flute from the Servant, I resumed my walk.
‘Besides, Ju-hwa has clearly joined hands with the Black Apostles.’
My mind churned with complexity. Now that Ju-hwa had returned, her priorities were painfully obvious regardless of her true intentions.
Silvien Valentino.
For Ju-hwa, Silvien Valentino had always come first—everywhere, always.
So if Silvien Valentino were to remarry another woman, would Ju-hwa truly remain silent?
She had even sent me a doll bomb fashioned after Yeon-woo. She might commit far worse atrocities against the woman who would become Silvien Valentino’s wife.
‘I need to meet with her as soon as possible and attempt a conversation.’
By now, she must be seething with all manner of negative emotions. Somehow, I had to persuade her….
‘But would she even listen to persuasion? Especially not from me.’
I exhaled a weary sigh and opened the balcony door. I stepped inside, closed it behind me, and drew the curtains. Then I froze in surprise.
“…You startled me.”
There was already someone on the balcony. He had been leaning against the pillar beside the door, so I hadn’t noticed him.
“Why are you there? I didn’t even know you were here.”
It was Orsini.
Instead of answering, he simply gazed down at me in silence and tilted his whiskey glass to his lips.
‘I should have known.’
His initial composed appearance hadn’t lasted long. The cravat that had been wound tightly was now draped loosely around his neck.
I walked past him deeper into the balcony.
“I’m exhausted right now, and I’d like to have the balcony to myself. I’d appreciate it if you’d leave.”
Then I released a long, heavy sigh and leaned against the railing.
I was tired. Utterly exhausted.
‘But the fact that this is only the beginning makes it all the more dreadful.’
There were still greater obstacles ahead.
‘I have to go through with the wedding ceremony.’
How could I possibly face the Divine Spirit after this?
My temples were already throbbing with pain. As my insides burned with anguish, I brought the champagne flute to my lips.
The moment my lips touched the rim, I hesitated at the sudden chill emanating from beside me.
Orsini had drawn close without a sound—not even the faintest whisper of movement. He was like a predator stalking its prey.
“Princess consort?”
His voice dripped with sardonic mockery.
“Is it your hobby to toy with brothers, holding them both in the palm of your hand?”

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