I am the most spoiled young lady in the capital, yet I ended up marrying the frail young master everyone in the city knows about.
On our wedding night, he coughed up blood as he penciled in my brows. “My lady, I won’t live to see winter.”
I smiled and fed him his medicine. “Perfect. When you die, I’ll inherit your fortune.”
Then one night, I saw him emerge from the dungeon, his sleeves stained with blood, and gently ask whose head I wanted.
His illness was an act. His true nature was ruthless and brooding.
And he loves whispering in my ear, “The whole world knows how much I spoil you, so be a good girl and be my wife, all right?”
