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.

daughter of the Brumayer family. She fell in love with the

Reinhardt was someone everyone

minor flaw of his had been that he had no interest in any woman

struggled day and night to fulfill their daughter’s request, and at last the marriage

was

by a prisoner while preparing to come home from the

This wasn’t the end.

of the Duke Reinhardt’s

the marriage contract. Count Brumayer wished to expand his business, and in order to invest, he needed

to send a bride. But the household couldn’t let

would

born to an unknown mother and was neglected by the Count. Laritte spent her whole life as if she were

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

didn’t even feel an ounce of guilt for her sister. Rather, she was glad that the bastard child she had seen as a speck of dirt

hit Laritte who spoke back

you using a sarcastic tone with me? You

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

had always been there for her family. Although

It was then–

who had lived under the Count obediently for seventeen years, had done

slender hand before striking Rose right on

“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!”

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

to sleep under, yet you dare touch

“Kyaa!”

Count dragged Laritte who was screaming over the carpet and started

beat that wench until she’s

unable to control her breathing. Laritte bit

“Aak!!”

swit no mwar! (I won’t let anyone treat

into

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

 She spit it out as she glared at him with a blue glow in her