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BTMDM Chapter 11
Chapter 11 “You should call me ‘Ed,’ Iv.” “I will never call you by a pet name.” Ivnes mocked him again, feeling how Edwin couldn’t put any strength into the hand gripping her neck. “You truly are remarkable, Lady Ivnes.” “Is that mockery?” “Admiration.” She thought the way he looked up at her made him resemble an angry beast. And yet, even though she was seated on the keyboard, he still had to bend down for their eyes to meet at the same level — she found…-
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BTMDM Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Ivnes stared at the whiskey bottle, now empty of its golden liquid. Then, she glanced at the half-full bottle of dark amber whiskey and sighed. Maybe it was because she had downed such high-proof alcohol back-to-back, but her vision was starting to spin. She frowned and slumped into the sofa, and Edwin sat down beside her. As he sat, the whiskey in her crystal glass swayed, nearly spilling over. Ivnes frowned at the sight. Still, with him blankly staring at her like that, she…-
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BTMDM Chapter 9
Chapter 9 “Please forget what you just saw!” Now that I thought about it, the memory that had surfaced seemed to be from the debutante ball. “Ah… yes.” Maybe this man had a serious case of arrhythmia or something. “S-so, anyway. My main point is… I want to help you escape, My Lady. My father will soon pass away.” “And how can you be so sure of that?” “A prophet said he would die within two weeks.” “Prophets get things wrong all the time.” “Not this…-
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BTMDM Chapter 8
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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BTMDM Chapter 7
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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BTMDM Chapter 6
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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BTMDM Chapter 5
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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BTMDM Chapter 4
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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BTMDM Chapter 3
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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BTMDM Chapter 2
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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