Throne of Thorns

Copywriting I hate Count Ralph's daughter. That lady was gentle, sweet, shy, and liked to talk to people in a soft tone, which made men dedicate their jewelry and love to her, including my stupid brother and fiancé. Of course she knew that I hated her, but this did not prevent her from saying to me in an elegant and innocent tone: "Miss Chomley, you are the daughter of the Governor of Lampton. One of your three brothers will inherit the title, one is an officer, and the other is a priest. What about you?" She did it on purpose, she knew clearly that I would have nothing, I would only become an object worth showing off, and I would be given a large and generous dowry to marry my future husband... I hate her. Everyone was praising her, but I was the only one who knew that she was waiting for a price, and when she found the target, she would definitely climb into someone's bed with great ambition. I was right and she climbed on top of me. She leaned against me and exhaled like a blue. "My dear, I want to live in Leland Castle~" "You're dreaming!" After moving into the castle, she pestered me with a voice as sweet as honey. "My dear, I want a title~" "You can go out and choose any noble to marry." After becoming Countess of Chomley, she put her arms around me and said, "Dear..." This time she didn't make the request, I did. I kissed her, my eyes tracing over her gorgeous red lips, and the ambition in my eyes that was stimulated by her was like the surging love in my heart. "If I want to walk through those thorns, will you accompany me?" I know her answer. She loves me. [The update frequency is tentatively scheduled to be one day off every Thursday. We will not ask for leave for the rest of the time. Thank you for your support~] Intention: When you encounter difficulties, don't hesitate internally, just do it.