I Don't Want to Be Loved - Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Have You Been Well, Sister? 

The figure’s red flaming hair swayed beautifully under the moonlit night. Her beauty was overwhelming, enough to make one think that she was a goddess, that she belonged to the heavens. Her smooth luscious skin put the beauty of the red flower to shame. No mortal could compare to her splendor. It was as if everything around her dimmed a little to make way for her presence. 

The red-haired beauty stood in front of Rihannan with a deep smile. 

“It’s been a while, Rihannan,” said the beauty. 

Leticia… her younger sister had appeared in front of her again after six years. 

Rihannan looked at the curvaceous figure who stood close to her. She was as beautiful as ever—red luscious hair and big eyes… rose-tinted cheeks and features that reminded one of a blooming flower. She looked no different from the girl Rihannan knew in her past life. 

Rihannan stared back, eyes in disbelief. 

Leticia lowered her gaze and bowed deeply.
 

“I apologize,” she said humbly, “I forgot. You said never to call you by your name. Then… Your Majesty. Is this fitting instead?” 

“How did you get…” 

Leticia smiled. “An invitation. It had been quite difficult getting one, you see.” 

Leticia had once received the protection of her father despite her illegitimate status. But he had long passed away, never to come back in this life. 

Rihannan wondered how Leticia received an invitation to Duchess Saphia’s banquet… 

Looking at Rihannan’s curious-filled face, Leticia laughed sweetly. 

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here though I’m not of noble blood, right? Well, the truth is… I’m married.” 

“…Who did you marry?” 

“Gaith. My husband’s name is Gaith Olbach. You may know him as Viscount Olbach.” 

Gaith Olbach. Rihannan had seen that name on the guestlist before. The name Leticia Olbach was written next to it as well.
 

“You’re Leticia Olbach?” 

Leticia nodded. “Of course. They call me Viscountess Olbach.” 

“But I heard the viscount remarried several years ago… you’d have been too young to marry back then.” 

Leticia smiled. 

“It hadn’t been long since you returned, so I’m sure you’d be less informative about the happenings here in Arundell, but I guess my speculation was wrong. That’s right. My husband remarried several years ago to the madam I was serving. After she passed away, he remarried me. It happened several months ago.” 

Rihannan opened her eyes wide as she looked at the red-haired beauty. 

It made sense… why Mrs. Cessley knew nothing of Leticia… it made sense. Mrs. Cessley was too preoccupied with renovating the Queen’s Palace around that time. Rihannan figured that she’d not willingly go as far as to remember the names of the wives of the lower-ranking nobles. To Mrs. Cessley, they were but a mere speck of ants not worth mentioning. 

“In any case, this was completely unexpected. I didn’t think you’d remember me. You’d only seen my face once and that was long ago.” 

Leticia’s eyes lit up in wonder. She was genuinely curious. 

Just as Leticia said, Rihannan had only seen her face once. However, she did not know that Rihannan knew every single, every detail about her. On the surface, Leticia wore the appearance of an angel-like goddess, but the truth was that a devil awaiting to break free laid dormant inside her. 

“Have you been well, sister?” Leticia asked once more. 

Rihannan showed signs of fluster, but her turbulent aura immediately calmed and she returned to her normal state of mind, her senses coming back. 

There was no need to linger in the past nor did she need to be afraid. 

The Leticia of this present life was not the daughter of a count nor a sibling who enjoyed the affection of the king. She was a simple wife married to a low ranking noble. 

She was no longer the Leticia Rihannan knew but the Leticia of this present life.