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Chapter 2 Infiltrating the ducal estate's backyard to spy on him all night while feeding the rabbits. Anonymously cursing Mirian by sending her forty-four chain letters. Scrawling ‘Grand Duke Miller ♡ Lynne de Sert’ on the wall of the ducal estate. Bribing a famous fortune-teller to spread a false rumor that Lynne de Sert is the Grand Duke's destined partner. Waiting for His Grace all day at the entrance of the ducal estate under the pretext of having a picnic. Boldly showing up for…- 13.3 K • Ongoing
- Contrary to her expectations, he placed kisses all over her body. The deliberate, patient, and languid kisses were so sweet they seemed to melt her. Only after caressing her entire body did he press a kiss of reverence to her smooth, rounded forehead, and a kiss full of affection to her sweet, teal eyelids. Miller’s proud, sharp nose brushed against her cute one as his lips once again plundered hers. “Hnngh…” His kisses were followed by an indescribable patience. Miller bit his lower lip,…
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- Chapter 1 - Prologue Lynne gasped, breathless, overwhelmed by the man pressing down on her. “Y-Your Grace…!” His hands, which held the empire in their grasp, were strong yet gentle, and his fierce, golden eyes, nimble as a predator’s, were as brilliant as the fiery sun. Grand Duke Miller von Ferihertz. He was a man of absolute power, who could arrange a marriage with a foreign princess if he wished, a man who could have found love with the original heroine of this novel if he so…
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Wow… how can a man be that beautiful? The smile was so captivating it blew away all my earlier embarrassment. As I gaped at him, the whimpering baby stared at Enoch in fascination. “Baa!” “Oh? He’s not crying anymore.” Finding the scene remarkable, I pulled my hand away from Enoch’s face. His gray eyes followed my hand with a hint of disappointment. I wiped the tears clinging to the baby’s lashes, and the child, apparently feeling better, giggled at Enoch. This was even more…- 13.5 K • Ongoing
- With that vexing remark and one final warning, the Duke departed in a hurry. Only then did the tension finally drain from my body, which had been as stiff as a marionette. Free once more, my body instinctively reached out to a passing servant’s tray and snatched a glass, forcing the contents down my throat. “Wow… what was that? What is with that guy? Is he really the female lead’s family?” As the high-proof liquor seared its way down my throat, life slowly returned to my stiffened limbs. I…
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- “Seriously, how good are his eyes?” Having slipped out of Enoch’s sight the moment he looked away, I glanced back toward where I thought he might be. “I’ve only had a few drinks. Do I… smell?” It seemed Liana, the original owner of this body, had been quite the drinker. I’d find a glass in my hand whenever my mind wandered for even a moment. I had even been chided by Enoch for it a few times. “The memories are gone, but I guess the habits are ingrained in the…
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“El!” Marquis Steffen rushed towards Ariel in alarm. Etheldred, equally startled, turned his head. He took a step towards Ariel, then hesitated, stopping where he stood. At that moment, the crushing weight that had been suffocating Ariel lifted. What is this? What's going on? Ariel stared at Etheldred, her eyes wide with confusion. But...it was fine when he was a little further away just now…. “El, are you alright?” “Are you hurt somewhere?” Two voices chattered beside…- 25.0 K • Ongoing
- “I’m sleepy…” With a great yawn, Ariel wrapped her arms around Etheldred’s waist and said. “Now, let’s go to your room, Ethel.” “Ah, don’t hold me. Huh? Wait, why my room?” “Let’s just go.” Ariel waved a hand, as if it were a great bother. Etheldred, his earlobes turning bright red, teleported to his room, though he was puzzled. But when Ariel flopped down onto his bed, his jaw dropped. “Why, why are you sleeping here?!” “We promised to sleep…
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- In truth, she had a good idea who might have said such a thing. It must have been Mr. Steffen. After waking up, Ariel had been able to recall all her memories up to the point of the accident. So she had figured it out quickly. According to the young Ariel’s memory, the Marquis of Steffen had never once spoken to her of Etheldred. And that wasn’t all. He would sometimes explode with an incomprehensible anger—so much so that even the young Ariel could sense that something was…
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“…I was just worried about you, Karta. Do I seem that selfish?” “Don’t misunderstand.” Karta murmured. Fiogen’s mind raced, torn between confessing her newfound desire to live and keeping it hidden. “Misunderstand?” Fiogen averted her gaze from Karta’s approaching stare. Honesty felt like a blow to her pride. After all her talk of wanting to die, pleading for her life now felt unbearably awkward. What if Karta’s crimson eyes suddenly flashed and he declared, “Oh? Then shall we…- 39.4 K • Ongoing
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