I was supposed to die while trying to lift the Grand Duke’s curse. Truly—I had accepted a purification request just to
save myself, but instead of salvation, death kept following me. And now, I too have been cursed… with a year left to
live.I want to live.So when the Grand Duke said, “I will protect you—come to me. Marry me,” I accepted. Our
contract marriage was supposed to be a path to survival—for both of us. I vowed to cleanse not just my curse, but his
as well.But then one day, he looked at me with eyes that cut like a blade and asked:
“My lovely wife… was it you who cursed me?”“…What?”
Frozen under the weight of his gaze, I couldn’t speak. As his lips drew near, pressing into mine with a familiar heat, I
could only tremble in silence. My words, like my doubts, were swallowed with his breath.What kind of nonsense is
this?!
