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The House of Elpertz squandered its fortune with elegance, just as gracefully as the length of its long history.
Kashika was married off to the Ramfley family at a young age, almost like being sold. That, too, was because of her family’s downfall.
Maybe it was the environment she was raised in.
“You’ll need to repay the debt, Madam. Two point eight million gold.”
All because of her only remaining blood relative, her young uncle, Count Elpertz, and the mess he had made.
“I don’t have that kind of money.”
“Then take me as your lover.”
A dark mansion. A dead marquess.
Kashika, Lady Ramfley, widowed the day she married.
It’s been nearly ten years since she wore black mourning clothes in place of a white wedding dress.
Not even half a year since making the contract with Noah, now wrapped in a silk dress and a feathered shawl she never thought would be hers, Kashika watches the snow falling outside her window.
“You don’t love me anyway.”
A dull, foolish fraud. A society drenched in decadence. A selfish prince. The scent of wine and heat.
