When The Count’s Illegitimate Daughter Gets Married

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.

Rose’s mother was the Countess and Rose was the beloved daughter of the Brumayer family. She fell in

that time, Duke Reinhardt was someone

minor flaw of his had been that he had no interest in any woman before his marriage. But Rose was sure she could melt his heart

day and night to fulfill their daughter’s request, and

there was one

killed by a prisoner while preparing to come home from the war. Rose had only just been married legally,

This wasn’t the end.

forth evidence of the Duke Reinhardt’s plan to

Brumayer family was cleared of those charges. However, the Brumayers had already received a huge sum of money from the marriage contract. Count

uphold the contract, he had to send a bride. But the household couldn’t let their

was why Laritte would be getting

the Count. Laritte spent her whole life

longer be tormented by her half-sister. Instead, she

was glad that the bastard child she had seen as a speck of dirt would be leaving

to hit Laritte who spoke back to

a sarcastic tone

Smacked by the furious Rose, Laritte’s cheek turned red. However,

beginning, the option to ‘hit Laritte’ had always been there for her family. Although there were words unsaid, even the maids had never dared to strike

It was then–

had lived under the Count obediently for

slender hand before striking Rose right on

“Ack!”

has

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

“You are absolutely insane!”

at Laritte. The two pulled and yanked on each other’s clothes before the Count jumped out of his seat. He

to sleep under, yet you dare touch your

“Kyaa!”

and

beat that wench until she’s on

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

strength into

fell off of him with an unidentifiable lump of flesh and blood mixed

spit it out as she glared at him with a blue glow in her eyes. Now, Laritte Brumayer was a beast that no one could