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.

 

the 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

Duke Reinhardt

been that he had no interest in any woman before his marriage. But Rose

to fulfill their daughter’s request,

there was

Duke Reinhardt spent most 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

This wasn’t the end.

brought forth evidence of

family was cleared of those charges. However, the Brumayers had already received a huge sum of money from the

 

a bride. But the household couldn’t let their

Laritte would be getting married

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

be tormented by her half-sister. Instead, she would spend

was glad that the bastard child she had seen as a speck of

even hesitate to hit Laritte who

a sarcastic tone with

cheek turned red. However, no one

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

It was then–

under the Count obediently for seventeen years,

her slender hand before

“Ack!”

It has always been you

no longer needed to obey her. Marrying a ghost of a Duke meant death. It meant 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

a roof to sleep under, yet you dare touch your sister?! You know nothing

“Kyaa!”

Laritte who was screaming over the carpet and

until she’s

 

heaving in her fury, unable to control her breathing.

“Aak!!”

anywann weat ee ike dog swit no mwar! (I

strength into

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

with a blue glow in her eyes. Now, Laritte Brumayer was

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