Today, I’m marrying my husband for the second time—but this time, I’m the daughter of the imperial family he despises. I’ve taken over the body of Gabriella Nashert, the infamous villainess who ticks off readers with her “three-piece combo” of fakeness: pretending to be kind, weak, and poor. To avoid the grim fate written for her, I struck a deal with Ernst Esqes, the ruthless Northern Grand Duke, for a contract marriage.
The three years we spent together, far from the events of the original story, were surprisingly sweet—even if they ended with my death. My last words to him were, *”If we meet in another life, marry me again.”*
But when I opened my eyes this time, I realized I’d been reborn as the daughter of the very family that caused my death.
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