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.

bastard child Laritte, Rose’s mother was the Countess and Rose was the beloved daughter of the Brumayer family. She fell in love with the Duke at first sight and proceeded to ask her

time, Duke Reinhardt

he had no interest in any woman before his marriage. But Rose was sure she

their daughter’s request, and

there was

by a prisoner while preparing to come home from the war. Rose had only just

This wasn’t the end.

brought forth evidence of the Duke

had already received a huge sum of money from the

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

why Laritte would be getting

neglected by the Count. Laritte spent her whole life as if she were an uninvited guest trying to

no longer be tormented by her half-sister. Instead, she would spend the rest of her

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

didn’t even hesitate to hit Laritte who spoke

you using a sarcastic tone with me?

Laritte’s cheek turned

the 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

It was then–

obediently for seventeen years, had done another unexpected

before striking Rose

“Ack!”

It has always been

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

“You are absolutely insane!”

on each other’s clothes before the Count jumped out of his

gave you a roof to sleep under, yet you dare

“Kyaa!”

the carpet and started beating her.

wench until she’s on

fury, unable to control her

“Aak!!”

dog swit no mwar! (I won’t let

strength into her jaw

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

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