Bree
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Chapter 8 “A guest has arrived, My Lady.” “Escort them to the drawing room.” “Yes, My Lady.” It was obvious they were here for business. This would be a good time to mention that I had handed over all business rights. Here was my goal: Make Edwin let his guard down, pretend to marry Marquis Renold, quietly siphon money from both the family and the marquisate... Then vanish. Faking my death would probably be the surest method. Before that, I’d need to take care of…-
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Chapter 7 “Yes.” When I affirmed, Edwin seemed to like my question. The hint of confusion vanished from his face, replaced by a smile. “The side effect of my ability is auditory hallucinations.” Auditory hallucinations? I was completely thrown off—I had no idea what he meant. Did it mean he drank himself into a stupor? Or that he was addicted to sex? “I… see.” This time, I was the one caught off guard. He gave me a once-over, then turned and left the room. As soon as he…
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Chapter 6 “Ah, Edwin, you must not know since you’ve only just returned.” Edwin’s face was smiling, but his eyes… somehow, they didn’t seem to be. When our gazes met, only then did his eyes follow with a smile. ‘My ability is telepathy, Lady Ivnes.’ Maybe it was because of those words from back then, but every time I saw his eyes, I’d gotten into the habit of checking whether he was using his powers. Were his pupils black, or had they turned red like when he used his…
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Chapter 5 I suddenly thought Edwin’s eyes looked unnaturally red. As I looked closer, I realized that the redness surrounding his pitch-black pupils wasn’t just on the surface—it was a dark, blood-like crimson, deeper than it seemed at first glance. “Did my father really tell you to search my room?” At my words, he stepped even closer—so close that his collar brushed mine. He looked down at me with that same fake smile he always wore. The red aura surrounding his black pupils seemed…
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Chapter 4 Edwin curled his hand into a fist, covering his mouth, and laughed in a blissful, almost ecstatic way. “It was a joke.” But it didn’t feel like one. “…Not a very funny joke.” “Well, that’s because it wasn’t.” “…It was a joke, right?” “Yes.” I was completely caught in his game. And so began a long, desperate, and nerve-wracking tea time—where I tried not to think anything at all so my thoughts wouldn’t be read by a telepath. * *…
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Chapter 3 I thought that placating Edwin might be the only way to survive, so exactly thirty minutes later, I stepped out of my room. “…But you never told me which room you’re in.” The problem was—I didn’t know where Edwin’s room was. In noble households, the first floor was usually for receiving guests, and personal rooms were on the third floor. My own room was tucked away in the farthest, most isolated corner of the third floor. Edwin, however, wasn’t truly family. But he…
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Chapter 2 Swallowed by fear, my mind instinctively sought what the predator wanted—and my mouth began moving on its own. “I trust you, Edwin.” No one was more shocked by those words than me. My expression was probably calm, unaffected. The one who failed to hide his reaction, in contrast, was Edwin. “…Truly?” “Of course.” I responded instantly, like a vending machine giving out a programmed reply. All for survival. “That makes me happy.” Though those were his…
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Chapter 1 My father's dog has returned. The mad dog we thought had been disposed of after contracting rabies. ‘P-Please, don’t do this! Spare me…! Agh! Ugh…!’ How many times in a lifetime does one hear their family’s screams? It was a voice I heard often, and yet, the fear and desperation carried within it—the pitch of it—was something I’d never heard before. For a moment, I wondered if it belonged to someone else. But then the screams that followed pierced my ears…
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4. Even if it’s not okay The demon was wearing medieval European-style iron armor, but he didn’t have a helmet on. His body structure was that of a human male. However, with his long red hair and eyes burning like fire, he didn’t look human at all. Shin Jiho was stunned and confused, unable to do anything. She couldn’t make sense of the situation. Sure, the demon was one thing, but why were such deadly weapons lying on the floor? Why were people gathered in front of the demon like…-
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Amon’s tail knocked the rug askew as he moved. Ignoring it completely, he backed away from the spray, retreating to the far wall. Jiho was thrown off for a moment. She’d thought Amon wouldn’t step off the rug—thought that was a rule. But now he was beyond it. Still, it didn’t matter—the extinguisher was working. She tracked Amon’s movements, keeping the nozzle locked on him. Behind her, she could hear Pyeonghwa dashing for the lounge door. It seemed he’d decided not to wait—he…
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