Chapter 2
The Flower That Was Swallowed by the Beast
Chapter 2
Rigid hands tightened around Irisâ neck.
The grip was stronger than usual.
Perhaps something bad had happened today.
Alfred would always slap Iris when he was in a bad mood.
âKeukâ¦â
A painful groan flowed between Irisâ lips, but it was of no concern to Alfred.
âFuck. Fuck.â
He simply gave more strength to his hands as he cursed.
âAh, I see.â
She was going to die today.
Itâs been a very long time since Alfredâs eyes looked at her differently.
Iris was already 40 years old.
There were many women who wanted to become the rich Alfredâs wife.
For Alfred, Iris, who he had obtained from Duke Whittle to be his wife, was just a piece of garbage that he couldnât throw away now.
The lungs that had not received oxygen for a long time screamed. Everything before her eyes dimmed.
She had always wanted to die, but she didnât have the courage to do so. Yeah, it wasnât bad to die like this, she thought. To die at the hands of the man she hated, it was befitting her pathetic and miserable life.
At the same time, a bitter smile flowed from her lips.
âWhy have I been living like this?â
She never thought that she would die like this. If she had known, she would have done something. She would have risked her life to try anything.
Why did she hold her tongue, and why did she do whatever she was told?
She wondered if she was ever truly alive.
Britneyâs face that she saw not long ago came to her mind.
Now an Empress, she looked very happy.
Britney had everything.
Count Keivrand Green, a husband at the pinnacle of power, and healthy, cute children.
Born to the same Duke, Britneyâs and Irisâ lives were incomparable.
âShe has always been the star.â
Iris was called the flower of Duke Whittle, but not for a moment did she feel like a flower.
The real flower of Duke Whittle was Britney.
Britney trampled and plucked Iris several times so that she couldnât become a flower.
Nevertheless, Iris lived her life without screaming once, as she was stepped on and broken.
And this is the result.
Even the blurred vision was now gone. The encroaching darkness suddenly frightened her.
âIs this really the end?â
She thought there would be no regrets. It was already a luxury to be born in this world and have a desire.
However, as she suffocated to death, she had one thought.
âI donât want it to end like this.â
There was not a single happy moment.
âI donât want to die like this.â
It was a bitter feeling to have to depart this world without having ever tasted a piece of happiness.
âAgainâ¦â
Fresh start.
âJust once more.â
With all her heart.
âOne chanceâ¦â
Live happily.
She wanted such a life.
Her ears felt hot. She thought her life had come to an end, so it was strange that she felt pain.
[Are you sure?]
Amidst the heat she seemed to have heard a small voice.
[Do you really want to live again?]
The voice sounded like the chatter of a small bird.
She wanted to answer yes, but she was unable to speak.
With the feeling of something breaking off, Iris realized that she was completely dead.
Death felt so simple and hollow, she thought.
As soon as she realized she was dead, many things flowed in front of her.
âIs this a panorama of my life?â
There were things that she had experienced, and things that she hadnât experienced.
It was the past, the present, and the future.
âI thought it would only show me my past.â
That didnât seem to be the case. Information flooded her head like a tidal wave. She felt a headache even though she knew she was dead, so fear overcame her.
She thought it was over when she died, but it didnât appear so?
Was this the beginning of another pain?
Even in death, canât she rest in peace?
Is she supposed to live in eternal hell?
[Live.]
She heard the chatter again.
Then.
Her eyes opened.
* * *
Iris blinked her eyes.
A month has already passed since she returned from death, but she still dreams of that time.
She felt goosebumps every time she woke up. The terrible nightmare was no different from reality.
When she first returned to the past, she thought it was just a very long nightmare.
But as the things that happened in her dream occurred, she realized that it wasnât a normal nightmare.
It was hard for her to come to terms with the fact that she had lived a hellish life, died, and then returned to the past.
Silently staring at the familiar ceiling, she noticed a mold in the corner.
Recalling that it had rained in the last few days, it was expected that there would be mold.
Creek-!
Without knocking, the door opened and a maid walked in.
âMiss. Are you still sleeping?â
The maid asked with irritation.
No one would believe that Iris, the flower of Duke Whittle, was treated like this in the mansion.
Irisâ position in the mansion was lower than that of the maids.
âI was just getting up.â
Iris obediently got out of bed.
âGet up earlier, earlier. Thereâs an important guest today so get to work.â
The maid threw a rag at Iris.
Iris avoided it as it hit the end of the bed and fell to the floor.
âCome out and wipe the hallway windows. Change your dress after that.â
âI understand.â
âOh, really. Donât make me do all the work. You really think youâre the daughter of the Duke?â
The maid grumbled as she left the room.
Iris picked up the rag that fell to the floor and smiled coldly.
âDaughter of a Duke? I donât want it.â
Duke Reuben Whittle has two daughters.
The eldest, Britney, and the youngest, Iris.
Between the two, Iris was especially beautiful and well-behaved, so people called her the flower of Duke Whittle.
Duke Whittle has also openly said that he cares for Iris, and that he wants her to live with him forever and not give her to anyone.
He openly said as such. Just, that was where it ended.
In fact, Iris is the daughter between Duke Whittle and a maid.
There were many instances where a child was born from the affair of a noble. However, the children werenât recognized as nobility.
Even worse, Iris was a child born to a maid.
Duchess Whittle, looking at the terrible incident in which her husband had fathered a child through a maid, she had decided to pretend as if nothing had happened.
In a shabby room, with the intention of killing both mother and child, Duchess Whittle changed her mind as soon as she saw the baby in the maidâs arms.
âLetâs kill the maid and take the child.â
The Duchess said as such in front of her husband.
âThe childâ¦Weâre going to raise it?â
âYes. Sheâs going to be very pretty when she grows up.â
âThat pretty daughter wonât be ours. We donât even have a son to raiseâ¦â
âI wonât give my daughter to just anyone. But the maidâs daughter is different.â
A cruel smile formed around her lips.
âLetâs raise her up to be kind, beautiful, and proper. Sell her at a critical moment.â
Thus, Iris became the daughter of Duchess Whittle.
As the youngest daughter of Duke Whittle, Iris received numerous educations and had grown up to be a âworthy product.â
Even so, that didnât mean the Dukeâs family really cared about Iris.
They treated her worse than the maids, as they abused, beat, and starved her.
The atmosphere of her treatment by the Dukeâs family was also conveyed to the employees.
The little harassment that they did to Iris while avoiding the eyes of the Duke family gradually grew, and even Britney deliberately had the servants abuse her, as well as made her bow down in front of them.
Britney loved to humiliate and degrade Iris.
[Youâre hopeless. At least youâre a good housekeeper and will make a good mistress.]
Her torment was as such.
At first, someone might have felt sorry for Iris.
Someone else might have thought, âStill, how can you do that to the Dukeâs daughterâ¦?â
But another person would lead the way and say, âItâs fine. We can go even further.â When one person turned a blind eye, what entered everyoneâs mind was cruelty.
To the people of Duke Whittle, Iris was a decent punching bag.
Iris was changing into a dress after having cleaned the hallway windows.
Since the âimportant guestâ was coming, the maids had brought the finest dresses and were serving her.
While tightening her corset, the door opened without even a knock.
âIris!â
Britney walked in with a cheerful shout.
Unlike their treatment of Iris, the maids politely bowed to Britney.
âItâs okay, itâs okay. Just change Irisâ clothes. Itâs her first time seeing her husband-to-be, so make sure she looks pretty.â
Britney looked so cheerful as if she couldnât bear it.
âIris, youâre lucky. Youâre going to get married to Alfred, a master of a great house. Iâm sure everyone will be very envious.â
Alfred.
âAs expected, Iâve returned to the past.â
Since her life so far has been normal, she wasnât sure if she had regressed.
But she was convinced after hearing about Alfredâs visit today.
She lived to be close to forty, died at the hands of her husband Alfred, and after seeing many things in death, had returned to her twenties.
âIâm glad I found Keivrand right away.â
A month ago when she came back to life, Iris went straight to Keivrand.
She didnât want to live like her last life.
Nor did she want to dye it a horrible blood color in this new life she had gained.
With the information she had learned during her time dead she negotiated with Keivrand.
She was beaten a lot after she returned home because she disappeared from the mansion for days, but she had no regrets.
And today.
Alfred was arriving.
Even in her last life Alfred came to visit on the very same day.
âI obediently married Alfred in accordance with Duke Whittleâs will. Without even a little protest.â
Iris had no intention of living and dying so pitifully in this life.
âThis time, Iâm going to decide whether I live or die.â
Whoosh-!
Britney suddenly grabbed Irisâ hair and pulled it hard.
âHey, Iâm talking to you right now. Arenât you paying attention?â
Only Irisâ eyes moved as she looked at Britney.
Britney frowned.
âWhere should your eyes be?â
âPaying attention to my sisterâ¦â
Pak-!
Britney punched Iris on the head with her fist.
âWhoâs your sister? I told you to call me Miss, didnât I?â
âYes, Miss.â
When Iris answered obediently, Britney gave a satisfied smile and let go of her head.
âAnyway, the man. I saw him at the party last time. Heâs seriously fat. His face was dripping with oil. Looking at it, he must be eating well and living well at home. Iâm a little worried that youâre going to get so fat and oily.â
ââ¦â
âBut who else would want to have a kid like you as their wife? Be thankful and take good care of that man. Okay?â
âYes, I will.â
âDonât be a disgrace to my family, well, I donât know what you can do with your little capabilityâ¦come to think of itâ¦â
Britney put her lips against Irisâ ear.
Then she whispered in a voice small enough that the maids couldnât hear.
âYour mother was a slut. Iâm worried youâre going to end up just like her. Your lineage will end with you.â
Iris had heard it hundreds of times, so it didnât bother her.
Even though she had always ignored it and remained silent, she didnât intend to do so this time.
To Britney who was smiling as if she had said the most wonderful thing in the world, Iris leaned forward.
And then she whispered into Britneyâs ear.
âIn that sense, the same goes for your father.â
âWhatâ¦?â
Britney widened her eyes as if she couldnât believe what had just happened.
She was so shocked that her lips twisted like she had forgotten that she should be angry. At that moment, a maid ran in from outside.
âMiss, Miss! Something big has happened!â
âWhat?â
Britney asked the maid even though she was annoyed with her.
âCount Green, Count Keivrand Green is here!â
Iris smiled.
Keivrand Green.
It seems he had decided to accept the deal.
== Translatorâs Note ==
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