How to Survive as the Wife of The Monster Duke

Ilyin,whocoulddreampredictivedreams,dreamtofspendingherfirstnightwiththeDukeofBiflten.

‘AmIgoingtomarrytheDukeofBiflten?’

Thenotoriousdukewasknowntostiffenone’sbodywhenone’seyemeetshis.Besides,he’samadmanwhoseswordisfasterthanwords.

“Youcanleavethismansionwheneveryouwant.”

Inthedarknight,theDukeofBifltenwhispered.Contrarytorumors,hewaskind.Buthenevershowedhisface.SothenIlyin,afterspendingtennightswithhim,asked.

“Doesonereallybecomestiffwhenlookingintoyoureyes?”

“No.”

“Thencanyoushowmeyourface?”

“Ofcourse.”

Itwaseasierthanshehadthought.Butthefacelesshusbandwassilentforamoment.Then,hewhisperedinasweet,lowvoice,likethedevil.

“Butyouhavetomakeapromise.”

“Whatisit?”

“Ifyoulookatme,you’llneverbeabletoleavethiscastleagain,Ilyin.”

‘Idon’twanttoleaveyoueither.’

“Soifyouwanttorun,runnow.”

Despitehisvoicehavingnoemotions,therewasastronghintofobsession.