Summary:
Back then, I didn’t know.
I didn’t know that the place where I opened my eyes was the world inside a novel.
I didn’t know that I was just an extra, probably number 999, with no name or important role.
And worst of all, I didn’t know I was a tragic extra who would be killed early by the male lead — a psychopathic duke.
When I realized that the boy my father brought home was the one fated to kill me,
I worked hard to tame the future psychopathic duke so I could survive.
One year later, he left me.
Eleven years later, he came back.
“It’s been a long time, sister.”
In Kashiyar’s hand was a strand of my ivory-colored hair.
He quietly kissed it,
wearing the satisfied expression of a wild predator that had claimed its victory.
