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 was the beloved daughter of the Brumayer family. She fell in love with the Duke at first

that time, Duke Reinhardt

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

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

there was one

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 she could begin to live with

This wasn’t the end.

forth evidence of the Duke

already received a huge sum of money from the

send a bride. But the household couldn’t let

would

Count. Laritte spent her whole life as if she were an

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

even feel an ounce of guilt for her sister. Rather, she was glad that the bastard child she had

she didn’t even hesitate to hit Laritte who spoke back

using a sarcastic tone with me? You

turned

there for her family. Although there were

It was then–

obediently

slender hand before striking Rose right on

“Ack!”

the lowly one here. It has always been you who hits

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

“You are absolutely insane!”

pulled and yanked on each other’s clothes before the Count jumped out of his seat.

and gave you a roof to sleep under, yet you dare touch

“Kyaa!”

Count dragged Laritte who was screaming over the carpet and started beating her. He mercilessly stomped on her with his

that wench until

her breathing. Laritte bit the Count’s

“Aak!!”

mwet anywann weat ee ike dog swit no mwar! (I

all of her strength into her jaw as

on her head with his other foot and she fell off of

blue glow in her