[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son":3,"chapter-reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-370":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1365960,1806,"Chapter 370  [Wedding By Blood] [22] [Partner]","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-370",370,"\u003Cp>370  [Wedding By Blood] [22] [Partner]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did you take so long?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elise grumbled, walking just beside me as we rushed toward the main hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who asked you to wait for me?\" I clicked my tongue, adjusting my coat as we hurried through the corridor. \"I only took ten minutes to get ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scoffed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. \"Still too long. Anyway, do you have any ideas?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, about Aimar?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I don't know how I should convince him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the last five minutes, she'd been bombarding me with her problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long story short: she wants Aimar as her dance partner but is too afraid to ask, worried he'll reject her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she is asking me to work as a wingman and pair them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But how should I?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rubbed the back of my neck, pondering. Truthfully, I had no idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn't sure Aimar even knew about her feelings—pretty sure he was completely clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bitch is fucking clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced at Elise, who was practically vibrating with impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you really like him?\" I asked quietly. \"And... why him, of all people?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't answer immediately, her gaze fixed ahead with a slight furrow of her brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's... different,\" she finally muttered. \"I don't want to lose him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't you a princess or something?\" I raised an eyebrow. \"Will your family approve of him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry about them.\" She replied, crossing her arms. \"Once I see even a little hint that Aimar likes me, I can handle the rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded slightly. \"That shouldn't be so hard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you know?\" she huffed, sounding almost pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aimar's as dense as a rock. I could probably kiss him, and he'd think I was trying to bite his face off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might be possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>08:14\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kiss him, huh?\" I muttered, giving her a sidelong glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately averted her gaze, cheeks tinged red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did Aimar even do to make her like this? Some kind of drug?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might be possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'How is that rude bastard even likable?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Shut up.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'....'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Inna's teasing, I focused on what lay ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We reached the grand doors to the main hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I paused for a moment to check my reflection in one of the mirrors lining the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My coat—deep midnight blue with subtle silver embroidery—hung perfectly over my shoulders, with dark onyx buttons adding a refined touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple yet undeniably expensive—the finest fabrics money could buy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Segyal sure has a lot of money.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing open the doors, I stepped into the vast hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting light over the polished marble floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of people moved about, chatting and occasionally pairing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Guess we're not that late after all.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the far end, another door led to the dance floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spotted Aimar near an arched window, leaning against the wall with his usual indifferent expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come here for a second.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him aside before he could protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As we approached, he raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where the hell have you been—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come here for a second.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him aside before he could protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The fuck are you doing?\" he grumbled, but I ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do me a favor,\" I said. \"Ask Elise to be your partner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned. \"Why should I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She doesn't have a partner. Nobody asked her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could argue, I pressed on. \"Think about it—she's a princess. It'll hurt her reputation if no one asks her. And didn't she help you out a lot before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consider it returning the favor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimar shot me a skeptical look. \"Why don't you ask her, then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I already have a partner,\" I replied, doing my best to hide my annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a brow. \"And who might that be?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your aunt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wha—!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, go ask her.\" I patted his back and gave him a push in Elise's direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimar glared at me, adjusting his coat, but didn't protest further. He cleared his throat, looking everywhere but at Elise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... you got a partner yet?\" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elise blinked, clearly caught off guard. \"Uh... no. Not yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched his cheek, looking slightly uncomfortable. \"Tch. Fine. I guess I'll dance with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened before a slow smile spread across her face. \"You're terrible at asking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take it or leave it,\" Aimar muttered, crossing his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved closer, looping her arm through his. \"Guess I don't have a choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back, she gave me a thumbs up before they walked off together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned back against the wall, satisfied with the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimar and Elise were now standing by one of the windows, exchanging a few words without being awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Now, let's find my own partner.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I straightened my back as I started to walk around the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't long before I found someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heading in her direction, I adjusted my coat, but my steps slowed when I noticed someone else with her—a middle-aged man in his mid-forties, with short black hair and dark eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zenith looked uncomfortable, her gaze darting around as the man continued to block her path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I made my way over, and when I got close enough, I spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man turned, surprise flickering across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, if it isn't the heir Himmel,\" he said, forcing a smile and extending his hand. \"I've always wanted to meet you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Extending my hand, I gently shook his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like you know—Argh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sickening crushing sound echoed accompanied by his scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to pull away, but I squeezed even harder, crushing the bones in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Albus glared at me, his eyes bloodshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you—Urgh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned in close, whispering into his ear. \"Next time I see you around Zenith, I'll rip out your intestines and hang you with them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a slight push, I released his shattered hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled back, glaring at me with barely restrained fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as more eyes turned our way, he forced himself to stay composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Complaining would only make him look weak—losing to someone younger than him would shatter his fragile pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as I expected, he slinked off, disappearing into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned back to Zenith, who stood there with her mouth slightly open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next time he bothers you,\" I said, my voice softer, \"just let me know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While she processed what happened, I observed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a flowing gown in shades of forest green and gold, the fabric catching the light as it cascaded down her figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long, wavy black hair with a pink undertone was loosely braided to the side, with a few strands framing her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't help but stare for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, she looked beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you staring at me?\" She asked, puffing her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You look great.\" I replied with a smile as I stood beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence lingered between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't speak a word while I leaned back on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she broke the silence. \"You shouldn't have done that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He deserved it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lower lip, glancing down. \"Still, you didn't need to get involved.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I quietly looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still had a distressed look on her face, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you here?\" I asked softly. \"Shouldn't you be with your mother on the second floor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....Mother asked me to find a dance partner.\" She mumbled, still looking down. \"She asked me to enjoy myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>08:15\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, do you, uh, have a partner?\" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up, startled. \"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the dance,\" I clarified. \"You got one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she shook her head. \"N-No, not yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors to the dance floor swung open, and I pushed myself off the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placing my left hand on my chest, I gave her a small, polite bow and extended my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May I have the honor of being your partner?\" I asked, looking directly into her amber eyes. \"Lady Zenith.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated, clearly flustered. \"Uh... I don't know how to dance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry about it.\" I replied, smiling gently. \"Just follow my lead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips pressed together, and she finally placed her hand in mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was small and warm, slightly trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I squeezed it reassuringly and guided her towards the next room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hopefully, she doesn't tweak out when I ask her mother next.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....Hopefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather anxiously looked around the place from the second floor of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pair of wolf ears on her head twitched slightly as she watched the people walk in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all moved to different places with their partners as they waited for the groom and bride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather continued to look around, it was clear that she was trying to find someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you looking for, girl?\" A lady with long black hair asked, sitting beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather looked at her mother. \"N-no one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nehale—Heather's mother—looked at her doubtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you looking for that bastard child?\" She asked, not hiding her disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mother!\" Heather yelled quietly, trying not to gather too much attention. \"Don't call him that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She isn't saying anything wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall bearded man with short dark brown hair said from the opposite side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casper's cat-like eyes stared at his daughter. \"She is calling what he is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather bit her lips as she looked down at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite how much she wanted to dance with Elijah, she was stuck with her parents on the watcher platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he comes to ask for a dance,\" Casper's voice echoed in her ears. \"Reject him and slowly cut him off your life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"B-but—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nehale's eyes snapped to her, irritation clear on her face. \"Don't lower yourself for someone like him. You deserve better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from snapping back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn't do any good to argue—they never listened anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced herself to take slow, deep breaths, trying to ignore the way her heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing her condition, Nehale gently grabbed her hand and squeezed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are telling you this for your own good.\" She said, her voice soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think from our perspective; would you really let your daughter date a boy who doesn't have anything to his name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casper quickly chimed in, pouring himself a drink. \"Killian, his brother, is better than him in every way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather quietly looked down without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even that heir of Segyal Highbloods is better than him.\" Nehale whispered softly. \"At least he has something to his name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mother.\" Heather whispered, her voice pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't ask anything else from me.\" Nehale said, her voice firm. \"I talked politely to him last time because of you. It won't happen again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on the stairs caught her attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked over and froze when she spotted Elijah walking towards them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nehale squeezed her hand tighter, reminding her not to do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elijah stood in front of them, and despite Casper's glare, he didn't flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath and held out his hand. \"Will you... dance with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My daughter isn't feeling well—.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heather cut in her mother's words as she took his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too stunned to speak, Nehale could only watch as her daughter started moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casper tried to stand up, but suddenly the glass of wine fell on his lap, soiling his dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did this....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casper's glare hardened as he noticed a thin layer of mana around the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trailing back the source, his gaze landed on a boy standing on the dance floor who stared back at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Himmel lowered his finger as if ordering a dog to sit down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casper's irritation spiked as he almost lashed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it isn't sir Casper.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice made him stop. He looked to his side, finding a middle-aged man with crimson eyes looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How have you been?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ledgar—Siersha's father—asked with a polite smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"..Fine.\" Casper replied, calming down a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze landed on Siersha, who sat with him. \"I don't see your wife.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, Ayomai is on the dance floor with Carson.\" Ledgar replied, looking at the dance floor. \"She wanted to accompany her son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about you, Siersha.\" Nehale asked, looking at the vampire girl. \"Why are you sitting here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha's crimson eyes never left Himmel as she didn't even glance at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wasn't asked by the boy I wanted to dance with.\" She replied simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You could have let other boys....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to.\" She cut in her words. \"If not him, then nobody else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nehale awkwardly smiled, unable to continue talking with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casper poured himself another drink as he still glared at Himmel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing one of the drinks to Ledgar, he announced. \"Heather is dropping the academy this month.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha finally turned to look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is she aware of this?\" She asked, her voice sharp. \"Or are you doing it without her permission?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's about time she takes responsibility and looks after her family.\" Nehale said, looking at Heather. \"And she won't refuse our words.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha stood up without a word, quietly taking her father's drink from his hand before he could take a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't drink it,\" she said, her voice flat. \"It's poisonous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\" Ledgar blinked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm kidding,\" Siersha added, her tone dry. \"It's not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ledgar let out an awkward laugh as his daughter took away his drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Siersha drank the wine as she walked towards Yennefer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noob6_writer9\u003C\u002Fp>",2304,"2026-06-05T21:29:08.031Z",1,"novelbin.me","ebc364b1400a5ce9a51117c87a19dc754844728a437dc9e31e96a4b3ed954261","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-198","reincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-chapter-197",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-the-villainess-s-son-cover.jpg"]