Evelyn, a modern woman, finds herself suddenly transmigrated into a novel where her peaceful life is turned upside down by a crazy Duke who happens to be her husband. Her new life is a maze of danger and betrayal, as the Duke is determined to kill h...
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Marriage is a sacred bond that brings together two individuals for a lifetime of togetherness through all the ups and downs that come their way. A strong marriage is built on the foundation of trust, mutual respect, and a deep understanding of each other's needs and desires. However, as I glance over the papers in front of me, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. These conditions will shape my married life - a contract that binds us together for a limited period. This is not the kind of marriage I envisioned - where love and companionship are the driving force behind every decision. Instead, it feels like a business transaction devoid of emotion or passion. Despite this, we both have agreed to these terms and have chosen to walk down this path together. It may not be the most enjoyable journey, but it is the one we have chosen, and we will make the best of it.
I saw "Terms of contact" written in big letters on the front page of the documents. I took those in my hand, not much, only on four pages the contents contained, a bitter laugh leaves my mouth. I flipped through the pages, him as the party 'a' while I as party 'b.' That's how it was referring. Straight yet simple rules were applied.
As I read through the papers, I noticed that the Duke was getting restless. Suddenly, he stood up from his seat and made his way to the door, as if in a hurry to leave. I knew that it was important for both parties to be present when a contract was being bound, so I stopped him and asked him to stay until I finished. However, his arrogance got the better of him, and he didn't listen to me.
Despite my pleas, he handed me the papers and tried to leave. I was worried about the consequences of him leaving, as it would have had serious implications on my reputation.
In the aristocratic society, people were always on the lookout for scandalous rumors to spread. If the Duke left me alone on our wedding night, it would have been a perfect opportunity for them to tarnish my image. I couldn't let that happen.
To grab his attention and make him stay, I leaned towards the fireplace and tossed one of the pages into the fire. The flames rose as the paper burned, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. However, I knew I had to do more to make him stay. I reached for another page when suddenly, the Duke grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. He used a little force, but I was off balance and leaned against his chest.
As I gazed into his piercing eyes, all I could see was an intense and unwavering display of pure disgust and unbridled hatred. I couldn't help but wonder what Arya had done to elicit such a strong reaction from him. It was as if the mere mention of her name had triggered something deep inside of him, unleashing a torrent of resentment and animosity that I struggled to comprehend.
I looked at him and said, "Sit, wait until I finish all this. It's not like I'm enjoying this shit." I said, "You have played your choices; it's my turn. I'll add some conditions, too."
As I speak, I notice his eyes twitching nervously and I can see the veins on his hand pulsating as he grips the papers tightly. Despite his anxiety, I flash him a grin and make a welcoming gesture, prompting him to take a seat. As he sits down, his eyes lock onto mine, and I can sense a predatory intensity emanating from him.
