A noblewoman is loved by a man who rises in status through his love for her.
Yet in the end, he is destroyed by that very love.
I was the closest friend of the woman he loved.
When he appeared, just as planned, to propose to my friend,
all I had left was one year to live.
So I chose to exchange my remaining time for his downfall.
“Marry me, Dylan Fitzroy.”
A completely impulsive decision, carried out in a thoroughly romantic way.
“Why are you going this far? If you want something, just say it instead.”
Dylan had no doubt that the table before him was tilted in his favor.
He had wealth and power—and in such cases, negotiations were always in his control.
“I can give you anything you want. Anything.”
“But I don’t want anything from you except marriage.”
There was, however, one thing Dylan did not understand.
The most dangerous opponent for someone who has everything… is someone who has nothing left to lose.
“Oh, there is one more thing. I want you to live happily ever after.”
“Unbelievable. What on earth is your reason?”
Evelyn paused for a moment. She had anticipated this question long ago and had prepared a plausible answer.
But now that she was about to say it aloud, she hesitated slightly.
Because that answer was—
“Because I love you.”
A lie so pitiful that even she found it hard to believe.
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