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.

 

beloved daughter of the Brumayer family. She fell in love with the Duke at first sight and proceeded to ask her parents

Reinhardt

in any woman before his marriage. But Rose was sure she could melt his heart with her

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

there was one

preparing to come home from the war. Rose had only just been married legally, but

This wasn’t the end.

forth evidence of the Duke

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

 

he had to send a bride. But the household

why Laritte would be

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

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

an ounce of guilt for her sister. Rather, she was glad that the

even hesitate to hit

a sarcastic tone with me? You

cheek turned red. However, no one in the office

her family. Although there were words unsaid, even the maids had

It was then–

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

clenched her slender hand before striking Rose right on

“Ack!”

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

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

“You are absolutely insane!”

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

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

“Kyaa!”

who was screaming over the carpet and started beating her.

that wench until she’s on her

 

control her breathing. Laritte

“Aak!!”

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

into her jaw as she bit

other foot and she fell off of him with an unidentifiable lump of flesh and blood mixed in

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

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