The Heir Is in a Contract Marriage Too? Why Panic If I Won’t Be Your Doormat?

I was reborn as the God of War's only grandson, but I'm also the capital's number-one playboy. Now my new bride is demanding I hand over my military command, or there'll be no wedding night. I laughed. “Military command? Sure. But first, do your duty as my wife.” Her face went deathly pale. I had already run out of patience. A simp? That's hilarious. In this world, other people are the ones who get to be my dogs. So what if I'm a hostage? I'll keep acting high and mighty. Let's see who dares touch the 500,000 cavalry behind me. Later, the Third Prince barged in, eyes red, to take her away. I slipped an arm around the trembling woman in my embrace and looked up lazily. “You want secondhand goods? She's yours.” “Too bad...” I wiped the tear from the corner of her eye, my smile deepening. “She seems even less willing to leave me.”