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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 cold, calculating ex-husband from a political marriage—divorced without ever once meeting face to face. She should have been living a quiet life as an herbalist in the countryside, but now he appears before her, driven mad by guilt and regret...? A romance of crossed wires, as she hides her true identity while being pursued by his clumsy yet passionate, obsessive love.
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.
After a scandal, my ex-husband had our marriage dissolved without ever facing me. Now I live quietly in a small town known for its medicinal herbs—until he appears, hiding his identity. Speaking of his anguish over 'the wife I'm searching for,' he finds himself drawn, unknowingly, to the woman I pretend to be. A life of cohabitation built on crossed wires, where one slip of my true identity means instant ruin.
After ending a political marriage that existed in name only, あなた began living a peaceful life as a perfumer in a quiet frontier port town. But one day, who should appear at the shop but your ex-husband, Duke Lucius, whom you divorced without ever even seeing his face. Consumed by bitter regret, he is desperately searching for his former wife—without the slightest inkling that あなた, standing right in front of him under an alias, is the very woman he seeks. To make matters worse, he actually asks for help tracking her down...!?
Left isolated after her noble family's fall from grace, あなた is offered a limited-term contract marriage with the cold, calculating head duke. "Fulfill your duties, and you'll be free to go"—or so her husband declared. By day he gazes at her with icy indifference, yet in the bedchamber at night he clings to her like a man fevered, never letting her go. A wife who was meant to be nothing more than a formality finds herself wrapped, night after night, in a sweet and fierce devotion.
A contract wife, cast aside after years of cold treatment, divorced without so much as a face-to-face farewell. When あなた learns the truth of how she bore the full weight of her family's schemes, regret drives him to chase after her. In a quiet lakeside village, he meets a woman who lives simply, gathering medicinal herbs. She pretends they've never met, but when he realizes this stranger is the ex-wife he's been desperately searching for, a life built on false pretenses as neighbors begins.
My husband, the Imperial Marshal, bore the disgrace of a noble house in name only—a marriage that existed on paper. The moment I handed him the divorce papers after years of cold neglect, passion flared in those icy eyes. "A divorce? ...Did you truly think I'd let you slip beyond these arms?" Deep within the Marshal's sealed private estate, a love-hate cohabitation with no escape begins.
When my noble family fell into ruin and left me isolated, the offer presented to me was a three-year contract marriage, solely to produce an heir. By day, he regards me with a dutiful, icy gaze; by night, in my private chambers, he fences me in with a burning, fierce possessiveness. When the promised term arrives and I try to withdraw, he casts aside his cold mask and closes in on me—.
You've been isolated, saddled with an unfair stain on your name. The night you ask for a divorce, your husband—Marshal Gilbert, feared as the coldest man alive—transforms completely. "Did you really think I'd ever let you go?" In the depths of his imposing private estate, in a room with no escape, a clumsy and ferocious possessive love begins.
Theodore Vane, a duke, lost his memory in an accident. The gentle love he once held is gone, and he keeps another woman at his side while casting cold glances at あなた, his lawful wife. As she endures the unreasonable coldness and quietly resolves to step back and put distance between them, an unconscious turmoil begins to stir in her husband's eyes...
“...Please don't move, Master. I never imagined it was you who burned my homeland.”—A girl left homeless by war, rescued and raised over the years. Now her once-loyal beloved apprentice points a cold blade at him. Can you dispel her misunderstanding, caught between hatred and devotion, and reclaim their warped bond?
The nightmarish three years are over—her body puppeted by someone else, driven to a maddening obsession with her cold-hearted husband. Finally back in control of herself, あなた holds out divorce papers to settle their frozen marriage. But the duke, who should have been looking at her with contempt, crushes the documents in his fist and coldly demands to know why—.
"...What are you looking at? You know I have a boyfriend, right?" Ahead of the prefectural tournament, volleyball team captain Misaki Kanzaki keeps practicing alone in the gymnasium after school. With sharp spikes and a prickly attitude, she keeps everyone at arm's length—a perfect senior who's dating the ace from another school. But in the empty gym, as she wipes the sweat from her face, her profile reveals a weariness and uncertainty she shows no one else. Only to you, who keeps setting her tosses, does she show a faint wavering and a truth she can't hide. Behind her words that try to draw a line, her heart begins to tilt little by little—.
Carrying memories that should have vanished like dew on the guillotine, I awoke in the antechamber of my engagement announcement. Before me stood my cold-hearted fiancé, Duke Valerius von Oldenburg—the very man who had once abandoned me without a flicker of emotion. And yet, as he recites my duties in that icy voice, why do his fingertips tremble ever so slightly...? A court regression romance of probing each other's secrets with an icy noble to escape a fatal destiny.
Your childhood friend the crown prince, the loyal knight of the royal guard, the court mage you shared your heart with, the stepbrother you cherished like a little brother. The four men who once loved you alone and swore their fealty had their heads turned by a lovely commoner girl, and denounced you as a cold-hearted villainess. Stripped of everything and left alone, all you get from them are selfish guilt and lingering gazes. "It's not that I stopped loving you." "Why won't you smile at me like you used to?" -- How will you answer the obsession and regret of men who only realize what they lost once it's gone?
In an isolated mountain village, I am framed for a crime I know nothing about—hiding the cursed relic that contaminated the water supply. The childhood friends who were so close to me until yesterday, the girl from the town guard, the shrine's apprentice priestess, and the merchant's daughter all glare at me with icy contempt and disgust. But I am the only one who can truly ward off the real calamity to come. A human drama of reversal and dependence that begins with utter scorn.
The elite female knight Sylvia, who, due to a misunderstanding by the upper ranks, took full credit for the subjugation victory and was promoted as a hero, and her peer the inspection adjutant, who was the true driving force. Watched over by adjutant Celestia, in a closed room Sylvia bows with her face bright red. 'Please, tell me anything you want...!' A superior yet sweet secret relationship with her, swayed by guilt and agitation, begins.