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.

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

Reinhardt

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

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

there was

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

This wasn’t the end.

evidence of the Duke Reinhardt’s

sum of money from the marriage contract. Count Brumayer wished to expand his business, and in order to invest, he needed this marriage

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

would be getting

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

Laritte would no longer be tormented by her half-sister. Instead, she would

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 would

didn’t even hesitate to hit Laritte

tone with

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

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

It was then–

under the Count obediently

before striking Rose

“Ack!”

one here. It has always been you who hits people recklessly,

being kicked out of this house with nothing. Laritte was sure this family

“You are absolutely insane!”

each other’s clothes before the Count jumped out of his seat. He grabbed at

to sleep under, yet you dare touch your sister?! You

“Kyaa!”

over the carpet and started beating her. He

that wench until she’s on her last

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

“Aak!!”

mwar! (I won’t let anyone treat me like

her strength into her

she fell off of him with an

a blue glow in her eyes. Now, Laritte Brumayer was a beast that no one could