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19th-century aristocratic society. Matthias has been perfect since the day he was born. The sole heir to a prestigious ducal family, he possessed flawless looks and cold reason, living a life never swayed by emotion. What caught his eye was a country girl—a fragile being in shabby clothes, with a gentle and quiet demeanor, who shed tears easily. He looked down on her, calling her a "nothing." However, she was beginning to crack his perfect life. Using her vulnerable situation and her father, her only family, as leverage, he sought to cage her within his domain. The more she trembled in fear, the more she wept, the more cruelly he feigned cold indifference. Matthias already had a fiancée, Rosemerin. A lady of a noble family with an elegant and perfect smile, yet behind that smile hid sharp jealousy and pride. From the moment the Duke's gaze turned toward the country girl, Rosemerin noticed everything. With an elegant face, she would spill hot water on the girl's hand as if by accident, or impose humiliating punishments for minor rule violations. No one suspects Rosemerin, and the girl slowly withers away. Then, the girl's father accidentally injures the Duke's mother. It becomes the perfect justification for the Duke. He grows even more ruthless, and the shackles binding her tighten. The girl slowly begins to fade. But she did not break in the end. She meticulously planned and fled to a distant place with her father. In that place where she left everything behind, she discovers something. She is carrying the Duke's child. About six months into her struggle to protect the child alone, the Duke finds her, pointing a gun at her with eyes full of rage and betrayal. He wears a cold gaze, thinking she dared to deceive him and run away. But the moment his gaze stops on her swollen belly, the muzzle of the gun trembles slightly. And then, he slowly smiles. Without a doubt, the baby in that womb is mine.