My Fiance Is The 2nd Male Lead
Night in the House of Wisteria

It was a terrible night for a nine-year-old boy. A night wrapped in the swift rain and lightning strikes. Kyrie Wisteria was trying to sleep in her bedroom, alone without anyone accompanying her.

This was the first day he assumed the title Duke in place of his late father.

A simple lightning strike casts a shadow on the wall of her bedroom and the crackling of a campfire makes Kyrie feel completely alone. A single heiress of the Wisteria Family should not be afraid just because of lightning and rain. He must embrace all forms of fear and swallow it.

But still, the flashbacks of the incident two days ago kept him awake. How long he tried to close his eyes, he still could not fall asleep.

The shadow as his father pushed him out of the horse carriage and then fell into the abyss was attached to his mind. And so were his father's last words. Shortly before the cliff through which the Wisteria family train fell, as if already knowing the future. His father instead transferred the magic power he was holding at that time into Kyrie's hands. Could it be that his father had found out what was going to happen that time?

“Dragon Your mother to myself.” Said his father with a sad smile on his lips. “I love you, Kyrie.”

He still remembered how his father's eyes looked at his last moments. A mixture of fear and submission. He was so small back then that there was nothing he could do. up until this point he wished he could use his magic power to twist time, but there was a limit to what he could do with his magic power.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door.

Kyrie sat on her bed to see who was coming.

A black long-haired shadow appeared from behind the door. His silhouette resembled a woman.

“Mother?” Kyrie asked slowly.

The woman was wearing a long robe and a white evening dress. From the way he walked, the woman looked weak and not powerful.

“Is everything okay, Mom?” Kyrie asked in a confused tone. A glance of worry was drawn on his tiny face.

Duchess Amber did not answer and stayed close to Kyrie's bed.

When the lightning struck, Duchess Amber's face was clearly visible. The former stream of tears was visible on both her cheeks and her green eyes which usually looked cheerful and affectionate looked like a colorless moss.

She must have been crying all day again today. Wept over the passing of the husband she loved so much.

“My son,” Duchess Amber's voice sounds hoarse and raucous.

When Duchess Amber got to Kyrie's bedside she then sat down. His fingers went down the face of that only son gently.

“Will mom accompany me to bed tonight?” A glimmer of light was visible from both of Kyrie's eyes. She missed her mother's warm embrace.

Instead of answering Kyrie's question, Duchess Amber asked in a raucous tone. “Why? Why did you let Derrick get out of my life?”

Kyrie did not answer her mother's question.

“WHY?!” Duchess Amber yells in Kyrie's face.

In a split second, Kyrie felt a strong pressure on her neck. He could not breathe, either with his nose or with his mouth. His mother strangled him with her own two hands.

His feet kicked at the blanket covering his body and his hands tried to remove his mother's fingers from his neck. But he could not escape his mother's clutches.

“I-Mother..I..cannot breathe.” Tears flowed from both ends of her eyes and her face flushed red.

“You're supposed to die!” along with his mother's scream, the pressure felt on his neck grew even more.

BRAK!!! The entrance was wide open, a male figure appeared from behind the door.

“Duke Wisteria!” Harry shouted as he ran to keep Duchess Amber away from her own child. If Harry had come later than this, Kyrie might not have been saved.

“LEAVE ME! LET ME KILL HIM!” Duchess Amber thrashed as Harry pulled her away.

After that, another servant began to enter the room in a hurry. Someone helped Harry calm the Duchess and someone helped Kyrie.

“UHUK UHUK!” Kyrie coughed as she continued to hold her blue and swollen neck. When he coughed, his neck felt like it was burning. He cried not because of the pain in his neck and throat but because of his mother's actions.

His mother actually tried to kill him, it was clearly drawn from the screeches that coiled around Kyrie's neck.

“WHY DID YOU LET YOUR FATHER FALL?!” Shouted Duchess Amber while emmangia. He was so hysterical that the sound of lightning and rain did not sound as terrible as before.

“IF YOU WERE THE ONE WHO FELL, IT WOULD BE EASIER TO REPLACE YOU!”

Duchess Amber's words were like a knife in the heart of a nine-year-old boy. The world he had known seemed to be collapsing. Tears flowed from both eyes, but not over his own control. Those tears flowed profusely out from both eyes that were emitting blank stares.

“Bring the Duchess back to her room!” Harry ordered the other servants to take their mistress away.

After that, in the bedroom it was just him and Harry.

“Do not listen to the words of your mother, Duke Wisteria.” Finally word. “The departure of your father makes his mind a little chaotic.”

How Kyrie wished that what Harry said was true. But after her father's departure, Kyrie never again saw the warm look from her mother's eyes. And he never again got a warm hug from his mother.