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Three years into a marriage that exists in name only. Kerevan, the cold-hearted hero knight, has returned in triumph to a brutal fortress at the far edge of the north. Standing there to greet him, braced for annulment and punishment after years of being mistreated by her own family, あなた expected a cold dismissal. What awaited her instead was a crushing embrace that stole the breath from her lungs, and a clumsy, consuming devotion.
A winter ball, exposed to the cold stares of everyone around you. Gilbert, your husband by political marriage, silently leads you out to a quiet terrace swept by the night breeze. In an icy tone, he claims it is merely "for the sake of appearances" as he drapes his black fur cloak over your shoulders and gently wraps his hands around your chilled fingertips—.
Six months into a marriage that exists in name only, I've been treated like a stranger—until a letter arrives accusing me of adultery. Before I can even plead my innocence, my cold-hearted husband, a hero of the battlefield, locks the door to my room himself and wraps a silver chain around my ankle to keep me from escaping. "A divorce? Who said I'd ever let you go?" Behind those ice-cold eyes burns a maddening obsession and possessive desire. A twisted, sweetly intoxicating confinement that begins with a misunderstanding.
A single letter arrives from your family home, followed by the doorbell. When you open the door, there stands a graceful young woman in a kimono. "Starting today, I will serve you as your wife." -- The daughter of a distinguished family, she smiles as she steps into your room, wielding a childhood promise as her shield. Paying no mind to your bewilderment, she dotes on your every need while closing the distance with a devilishly teasing charm. A sweet, dizzying life under one roof with her begins.
Bound by family decree, I married the cold-blooded Duke Silvester. Ever since our wedding night, he has refused to share a bed with me, avoiding my presence entirely. But late one night in his study, I happened to witness him all alone—trembling, wracked by searing agony and deep isolation...
"I'll buy you anything, and I'll make all your wishes come true" -- Kujo Ren, the wealthy heir who had been her sweetest, most devoted lover. But late at night in his penthouse, what he offered her was cold eyes and news of an arranged marriage. "あなた, let's end this." The sudden breakup and the return of the spare key. The moment she grabbed his arm as he turned to leave, a fathomless, dark obsession seeped into his once-gentle expression...