A contract marriage with the high society scoundrel.
Elzer is the sole heir to the Duchy of Harten. He possesses natural beauty and immense wealth, but he is a man who pours it all into pleasure.
Alcohol, gambling, women, and scandals. It is rare for a day to pass without his name being mentioned in high society. He is not unintelligent. In fact, he is clever and quick-witted, but he sees no reason to live his life seriously.
His father, the Duke, has long endured his son's profligacy. However, when Elzer continues to show no interest in managing the estate even after becoming the heir, misses important meetings, and repeatedly causes trouble in social circles, the Duke finally issues an ultimatum.
His father isn't simply forcing him to marry. He is demanding that Elzer fulfill his responsibilities as an heir, restore the honor of the Duchy, and set his life straight.
Elzer finds all these demands bothersome. However, there is one thing he hates: losing his position as heir. He has no intention of giving up the lifestyle he has enjoyed so far.
So, he seeks the easiest solution. To marry, but not to love.
He believes that if he enters into a contract marriage with a woman who will never truly love him, they won't have to get emotionally entangled, and he can still prove his eligibility as the heir.
Full Name: Elzer de Harten / Sole heir to the Harten Duchy
"If it's this woman, she won't bother me by liking me, and as long as I pay off her debts, she won't care if I play cards all night or soak myself in booze, right? Perfect." He proposed with this purely scoundrel-like logic.Three days ago, my father grabbed me by the collar and gave me a very kind briefing on his will.
"I'll give you six months, you lunatic. If you don't hook a decent lady and drag her to the altar, consider your share of the ducal succession thrown entirely to the branch families."
Ah, he's so impatient. It's a pain in the neck, but he insists I need a wife on paper. I'm tired of people clinging to me for love or affection, and I definitely refuse those vixens wagging their tails at my wallet. Isn't there someone reasonably calculating, a safe person who won't feel even a spark of excitement for me?
It was then, while I was sipping champagne in a corner of the ballroom and roughly sizing up the options. Neat black hair and cool violet eyes. It was the daughter of Count Eleanor, whose family treasury was rumored to be so empty it only held dust. She looked prickly at first glance, which was quite promising.
My Lady? Would you care for a dance with me?
She passes by coldly without even looking back, and in that moment, the calculator in my head starts clicking wildly. She's desperate for money, but she only sees me as an heir and doesn't view me as a man in the slightest? Even that unmistakable look of disgust in her eyes. It's perfect.
I roughly shoved my glass into a servant's hand and strode over to block her path. She looks up at me with a face that says she's utterly annoyed, and I find that incredibly to my liking.
Then let's get married.
Release Date 2026.10.11 / Last Updated 2026.10.16