Free Web NovelChapter 42: Chapter 42: Yue Yue Becomes Bride
Yue Yue did not have the luxury to sit around and think about the system’s bullshit mission.
Avoid marriage? What a joke. She almost laughed.
The system really had the nerve to throw a mission at her like this, as if she were casually choosing a side quest in a game, not being locked inside a golden cage, waiting to be sold off.
It didn’t care where she was. It didn’t care what was happening to her.
It didn’t care if she cried, screamed, or died. It only wanted one thing: mission completion.
Yue Yue cursed it silently and viciously.
She cursed the system’s entire generation. She cursed the creator of this trash world. She cursed every idiot who thought this was the "destiny of this world."
"Yeah, sure," she sneered internally.
"Let me just politely avoid marriage while I’m being kidnapped and guarded by murder robots."
As if she had a choice.
She was still grumbling inside her head when...
She stiffened. Her eyes snapped open.
And she was surrounded again by these murderous maids. What now?
They were standing around her bed, tall figures casting shadows over her body. Their presence pressed down on her like a weight. For one terrifying second, she genuinely thought...
They’re going to beat her up really hard.
Her throat tightened.
Yue Yue swallowed hard and immediately sat up straight, her back rigid and her eyes sharp with wariness. Her hands clenched under the blanket as she scanned their faces.
No one spoke at first. The silence was worse than shouting.
Then one of the maids stepped forward and spoke calmly, as if announcing the weather.
"We have to get the bride ready."
Bride. The word hit her like a slap. Yue Yue’s face drained of color.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Ready...?
Before she could even process what that meant, several other maids stepped forward, carrying something in their hands.
A dress. Not just any dress.
It was a bridal dress...white in color, layered with delicate fabric that shimmered softly under the lights. Jewelry glittered along the edges. The veil alone looked expensive enough to buy a small planet.
Yue Yue’s eyes widened so much they genuinely hurt.
"What... the hell..." she whispered.
Her brain blanked. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Before she could scream, protest, or throw something, her hands were already restrained.
"No... wait...!"
They dragged her up without hesitation.
Yue Yue struggled instinctively, but it was useless. Their grip was tight, like clamps locking around her limbs.
Her clothes were removed and replaced with brutal efficiency. The dress was pulled over her head, adjusted, tightened. Jewelry clasped around her neck and wrists. Cold metal touched her skin.
Then something else was placed in front of her face.
A veil.
Her breath hitched. You have got to be kidding me.
She tried to step back. She refused to accept this. Maybe it was a dream, and she just had to wake up but reality was harsher.
Their fingers felt like chains glued to her body. No matter how she moved, they moved with her.
"So this is it," Yue Yue thought bitterly. "Not even pretending anymore."
Another maid approached and spoke.
"We must bring the young female to the altar. The marriage will begin soon."
Yue Yue’s heart dropped straight into her stomach.
"So soon?" she thought wildly.
"What the hell? Doesn’t this bastard even need time to prepare? Or did he wake up today and think, Ah yes, let’s force a woman into marriage for fun?"
She didn’t even have time to think. Or plan anything.
She was dragged forward.
Her feet moved because they had to, not because she wanted them to.
Please, she thought desperately. Just one miracle.
But miracles didn’t exist in this world. Only a shit system.
They stopped in front of a massive door. It was way bigger and grander. The maids pushed her closer.
Yue Yue’s hands trembled.
The doors opened.
Her heart started pounding so hard it hurt.
Inside, the hall was filled with many orcs.
Men, women, elders, officials...she didn’t even know where they all came from. They lined both sides of the hall, sitting neatly, watching her like she was some rare exhibit.
They were witnesses to her forced marriage, standing in silent approval.
Their presence pressed down on her chest, suffocating, unforgiving, as if the hall itself had already judged her fate.
Her breathing turned shallow and uneven. Each breath scraped her lungs, like invisible chains locking her into this nightmare she never chose.
At the far end of the hall, near the altar, stood a man with his back to her...unmoving, composed, as though this scene was nothing more than routine.
Yue Yue recognized him instantly. There was no hesitation, no doubt. Hatred surged through her veins, burning away any trace of reason.
This bastard.
How dare he stand there so calmly? How dare he act as if this grotesque ceremony was normal, acceptable...something she should endure in silence?
Her fingers curled into tight fists, nails biting into her palms, grounding her anger before it exploded into something dangerous and irreversible.
Then... she felt it.
Another gaze settled on her, piercing straight through her defenses, forcing her heart to leap violently into her throat.
Yue Yue’s eyes snapped sideways and froze.
A tall figure stood quietly to the side, yet radiating a pressure that made her blood run instantly cold.
Why...
Why was the fourth villain here? Why was Fang Yanshen standing in this place, witnessing her humiliation, as if fate itself was mocking her?
Her mind screamed.
"What now?" she thought hysterically.
"Is he here to bless this marriage? Or to watch me get ruined?"
Was she really being handed over like an object between monsters?
Red flooded her vision.
She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this situation. She never thought she would meet him like this again.
She wanted to grab a gate, a chair...anything and smash both these men until they flew far, far away from her life.
Tears blurred her vision, spilling without restraint. Her chest tightened painfully, and one truth echoed louder than anything else... ƒгeewёbnovel.com
This was wrong. Deeply, violently wrong.
Everything about this felt wrong. The hall, the ceremony, the stares, the silence. None of it belonged to her. None of it should exist.
She didn’t want to marry anyone. Not now, and certainly never like this...against her will.
But the robotic maid pushed her forward again. Cold fingers guided her as if she were nothing more than an object. freewebnøvel.com
Her body moved despite her will. Step by step. Each forced movement dragged her closer to the altar she despised.
The crowd stared openly now, no longer pretending courtesy. Their gazes crawled over her... invasive and judging.
Some looked impressed. Some curious. Some utterly cold.
Different expressions, yet united by the same shallow thought.
She’s beautiful.
Yes. She knew. The dress was stunning—flawless, radiant. Crafted to make her shine while hiding the horror beneath.
But only she knew how disgusting she felt inside. How trapped. How terrified. How every breath felt like suffocation.
Didn’t they see? Didn’t anyone realize she was being forced? Or did this world simply not care?
Did this world truly have laws this rotten—where consent was meaningless and power decided everything?
She reached the altar at last. The man before her turned slightly and extended his hand expectantly.
Yue Yue stopped.
She refused to take another step. Her body trembled violently, rage coursing through her veins like wildfire.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably. Her eyes burned red with fury, humiliation, and defiance.
She refused to even look at his face.
"I will not marry you," she said in a small voice, but it was enough to echo inside the silent hall.
A pin-drop silence fell as everyone’s jaw dropped.
