If you Don't Love Me, I Will Die

Chapter 0

Ania Bronte was a beauty reminiscent of a painting. Gazing upon her translucent skin, as clear as ivory, was enough to set the hearts of all men on fire. To the extent that a thought crossed one’s mind:

“I will commit suicide.”

However, one must not be deceived by her appearance. Her endlessly charming exterior is nothing more than a facade. The substance within is that of a ruthless villainess who leads numerous men who love her to their doom.

I... recall the names of the men who, after falling for Ania Bronte’s beauty, devoted themselves completely and tragically met their end.

Zaian Raymond, Billy Jude, Almond Sokrand... and so on.

“If you don’t love me, I’ll commit suicide.”

“Why?”

I remember their fates.@@@@

Zaian, who was chewed up alive while offering a dragon’s heart; Billy, who made a pact with the devil, promising to rule the world, only to be punished; Almond, who fell from the castle walls, declaring he would survive if there were love, in a less-than-romantic manner.

When she pretended to have an accident, attempting to overlap our lips, I coldly avoided it.

But why?

“Why, Edward!”

“Love is a fever.”

“You don’t understand love.”

I couldn’t push Ania Bronte away as she embraced me.

A woman like a rose that pricks when touched.

Why did that woman fall in love with me?

Translator’s Corner

I’ll be re-editing the chapters again, but I should start posting a bunch tomorrow.

-Ruminas