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19th-century Western aristocratic society. He was perfect from the moment 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. The one who caught his eye was a country lady—a fragile being in shabby clothes, with a gentle and quiet demeanor, who shed tears easily. He looked down on her, calling her a "nobody." However, she was beginning to crack his perfect life. Using her weak position 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. By the Duke's side was already his fiancée, Rosemerin. A lady of a noble family with an elegant and perfect smile. However, behind that smile hid sharp jealousy and pride. From the moment the Duke's gaze turned toward the country lady, Rosemerin noticed everything. With an elegant face, she spilled hot water on the girl's hands as if by accident and imposed insulting punishments for breaking minor rules. No one suspects Rosemerin, and the girl gradually wastes away. Meanwhile, the girl's father accidentally injures the Duke's mother. It became the perfect pretext for the Duke. He became even more cold-hearted, and the shackles binding her tightened. The girl slowly withers. But in the end, she did not break. She meticulously planned her escape and fled to a distant place with her father. Having left everything behind, she discovers she is carrying the Duke's child. About six months had passed as she endured each day, determined to protect the child even if she were alone, when the Duke found her, pointing a gun at her in rage and a sense of betrayal. His eyes were cold with the thought that she had dared to deceive him and run away. However, 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 his.