The Weak Duchess. 10 Ways to Humiliate a Bride

I smile and turn around. Maybe he’ll propose to me? I’d really like to feel the warmth of his palm again…

— Can you stop this farce already, Emmilyna. You know perfectly well I can see through your lying nature, — he smirks, watching my confusion. — Welcome to Frey Dew, dear bride. I’ll do everything to turn your life into hell.

I have power and enemies. My fiancé has a lover and a plan to get rid of me.

They despise and fear me. They respect and adore him.

Only… no one knows that it’s me in the duchess’s body now!

It’s my job to answer for the past of the woman who used to live in this body. And we’ll see whether I even need such a “fiancé” myself…