Prologue.

“You will marry the duke, Laritte Brumayer.”

The older man had adopted a habit of the previous head of the house, tapping on his desk with his finely crafted quill as he spoke. Laritte stared at the gloved hand holding the quill.

Memories from her childhood rushed to her head, for Laritte feared those white gloves. Any mistake she made resulted in a beating.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Of course, father.”

She replied to the Count in a clear, meek tone with no hint of malice. Her half-sister, Rose, stood behind the Count and observed the situation.

She burst into a fit of laughter.

“Did  you ever dare to dream that you’d become the duchess? You’re an illegitimate child… be grateful to father.”

Laritte, who’d only been watching the Count’s hand, finally looked up. Her strange yet sparkling blue eyes stared at Rose.

 

Rose hated those eyes. Those eyes were of a color that did not belong to the Brumayer family, and yet they felt so piercing.

‘Laritte will answer obediently, as she always has.’

That was the type of person this illegitimate child was. No matter what Rose did, in the end, Laritte would always respond obediently. She was like a straw doll with no choice but to remain in its house, even if that meant it would be torn and broken by its cruel owners.

But this time, Laritte reacted differently and retorted in a clear yet soft tone,

 

“Of course. Thank you, father. The Duke I will marry has been robbed of all his wealth, accused of treason, and has died on the battlefield. How can I dare to be devastated about my marriage to such a ghost Duke?”

For the first time, the doll rebelled against its owners.

Rose’s eyes widened, expression panicked. Laritte laughed at her.

‘Are you shocked?’

They really believed she’d continue to act stupid though she no longer had any obligation to be obedient to this family.

This was it. Laritte Brumayer’s life would soon end. Because, just as they said, her marriage was a lost cause.

 

Rose, who was a year older than Laritte, was originally marrying the Duke.

 

the Brumayer family. She fell in love with the Duke at first sight and proceeded to

Reinhardt

no interest in any woman before his

family struggled day and night to fulfill their

was

swordmaster, Duke Reinhardt spent most of his time on the battlefield. Adding to that, he had been killed by a prisoner while preparing to come home from the war. Rose had only just been married legally, but ended up losing her husband before

This wasn’t the end.

brought forth evidence of the Duke Reinhardt’s plan to

had already received a huge sum of money from the marriage contract. Count Brumayer wished to expand his

 

to uphold the contract, he had to send a bride. But

would

an unknown mother and was neglected by the Count. Laritte spent her whole life as if she were an uninvited guest trying to eat at a

her half-sister. Instead, she would spend the rest of her life alone with

feel an ounce of guilt for her sister. Rather, she was glad that the bastard child she had seen as a speck of dirt would

even hesitate to hit Laritte who spoke

you using a sarcastic tone with me? You

Rose, Laritte’s cheek turned red. However, no one in the office

the option to ‘hit Laritte’ had always been there for her family. Although

It was then–

the Count obediently for seventeen years,

slender hand before

“Ack!”

here. It has always been

Duke meant death. It meant being kicked out of this house with nothing. Laritte was

“You are absolutely insane!”

yanked on each other’s clothes before

under,

“Kyaa!”

over the carpet and started

until she’s on her

 

her fury, unable to control her breathing. Laritte bit the Count’s ankle as

“Aak!!”

anywann weat ee ike dog swit no mwar! (I won’t let anyone treat me like

all of her strength into her jaw as she bit

her head with his other foot and she fell off of him with an unidentifiable lump of flesh

it out as she glared at him with a blue glow in her eyes. Now, Laritte Brumayer was a

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