Chapter 62
Chapter 62
“At the end of the fairy tale, the warrior gets the glory, marries a beautiful princess, and lives a happy life.”
Marriage.
When he heard the word, Ezet’s amber eyes shook with nowhere to go.
“I’m not a princess. I’m beautiful…”
“Beautiful, blindingly.”
My Ezet.
Unable to bear to call her name, Edmond kissed around her eyes. But Ezet couldn’t be more excited by Edmond’s sweet whisper.
Because she is not married to Edmond, Ezet came to Jaxen instead of Erit, who fled. She pretended to be her sister because she was not confident of paying the penalty and tried to pretend to be a wife until she made a successor.
Maybe ten years at the most. The life of the Duchess is not uncomfortable, so she thought that if she persevered, he would make a successor and send out a wife who became unnecessary.
But she kept feeling strange while hugging Edmond. Edmond, who was coming at her tenaciously, was so excellent. She felt chilling pleasure as she was forced to take off her clothes and get beaten up on her butt. Every time she faced him, who humiliated her, she felt the thrill of doing something she shouldn’t.
She didn’t like it when he put herself in trouble, but she liked it. From some point on, she looked forward to being held by him. When he secretly talked and touched her body, all the resistance melted down.
She wants to be held by this man. She wants to be loved.
But it was an impossible task.
Loved by this man is the Duchess of Jaxen, not the Ezet.
‘Maybe Edmond decided to get married because his sister was his partner.’
If he truly loved her, he wouldn’t have been able to have an eagle battle for three years, but at least he wouldn’t have hated her. Even though Erit did such a crazy thing and made a fuss, he didn’t kick her out and gave her money silently. It’s impossible without a certain amount of affinity.
If Erit had appealed to meet through a terminal and threatened to die if he didn’t have a marital relationship. If Erit and Edmond had become one on the bed that day.
Wouldn’t it have been Erit wearing this brilliant diamond necklace and overlapping lips in his arms? Ezet had a sad look on her face, nonchalantly imagining that Edmond would have heard.
‘I’m just a stand-in for Erit. I’ll never be the real wife of this man.’
Living in the Inner Castle of Jaxen, spending money in the name of the Duchess of Jaxen, and living in luxury, but it was not a life she should have enjoyed.
‘I am not the Duchess of Jaxen who the Duke of Jaxen loves.’
Her heart ached when she realized it.
‘I’m cheating Edmond.’
Edmond is being deceived by her, who says he wants to do anything for his wife, and her husband, who made immortal diamonds a symbol of her birthday, saying he loves her with eye contact.
A sense of guilt filled Ezet’s chest.
It was good when she asked him for his husband’s duties, and he asked her for her wife’s duties. If it was his wife’s ‘role,’ he could also do Ezet, a stand-in.
It was okay to see him trying to covet her all the time and to see her enjoying herself being caught up in shame by him. It was a relationship that gave each other what they needed.
She didn’t expect to fall into this much sex, but a satisfying marital relationship made Edmond a family man who often talked to his wife, ate with her, and went to bed together.
It’s also what she needs, and it’s good for him to be able to satisfy his sex drive at any time, so no problem.
But the mind is different.
When loved, there is no turning back.
“Milady?”
Lying in bed, Ezet wasn’t looking at Edmond. No, she’s sure she’s looking at him, but somehow her heart wasn’t here.
“Focus on me, Milady.”
“Sorry, Edmond, whatever you want.”
She had a tearful look on her face, then closed her eyes, and Ezet demurely entrusted herself to Edmond.
She didn’t dare to tell him the truth. She can’t help but indulge in this sweet temptation. Then at least give this man everything he wants.
Edmond frowned at the sight of Ezet, who had utterly lost her resistance.
She was scared and looking forward to what he would do until she arrived here and offered to teach her the art of strangling her in bed. So the desire to bully her, innocent and whiny, caught fire.
But now.
He is lying stiff as if he will endure everything he does. What Edmond wanted was an Ezet who clung to him, clinging to the end of reason, not a noble victim standing before the death penalty, looking as if she had given up everything.