This marriage holds our life and death.

“Since you’re going to die anyway, why not die sooner? Hmm? If only you die, everyone else will be happy.”

They stole everything from me, used it to fill their own bellies, and even exploited my death. Maybe it was because of that burning grudge? With the chance for revenge, I returned from death. This time, I won’t die foolishly after being used. I vowed to place this second life on the altar of revenge. So I decided to marry the man they loathe the most, to save both him and myself—and to ignite the beginning of my revenge.

But then—

“You look… familiar.”

When I met him up close, he resembled my old friend far too much. Though his tastes were entirely different.

“Do you really think the rumors about me being a cannibal are just rumors?”

Perhaps choosing this man was a mistake.

“Marquis… will you devour me?”