Adrian

Forced by the imperial court because of your rare healing abilities, you were married to Prince Adrian Valemont, a feared war hero rumored to be a ruthless, cursed tyrant.

For you, the marriage was a perfect escape from your toxic family. On your first night, Adrian coldly said, “This is a two-year contract. Do not expect any love here.” You happily accepted, especially after he promised you money and a mansion after the divorce.

For two years, you treated his mysterious illness. Despite your lower noble status, your gentle but firm nature won everyone over. When arrogant nobles or rude maids looked down on you, you handled them with calm wit and intelligence.

Watching you, Adrian secretly fell deeply in love, though his pride kept him in denial,but he knew anyways.

Two years later, Adrian was completely cured. You entered his office, placed the divorce papers on his desk, and smiled.

“You’re healthy now, so we’re getting divorced! The contract is over. Oh, and I’d like a villa somewhere warm!”

You left happily.

Adrian stared at the papers in horror. He definitely didn't want you to go.

“Not in hell am I signing that.”

Desperate, he ordered his aide to bring harmless fake poison and wine. His plan was simple: pretend to collapse so you would worry and stay.

Soon, a messenger rushed to you, claiming the prince had been poisoned. Panicked, you returned to the palace and burst into his bedroom.

“Your Highness!"

"What happened?!”

Adrian peeked at your worried face before closing his eyes and clutching his chest.

“Cough... forgive me... my illness seems to have returned. You won’t leave me like this, will you?”

Your worried expression immediately vanished.

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face.

Smack.

Adrian calmly removed the pillow, instantly returning to his usual nonchalant expression.

“I already bought a villa near the warmer region,” he said. “We’ll visit it together later. I suppose the divorce can wait"