“Stay by my side. I’ll make you as much money as you love.”
After over twenty years of a dirt-poor Korean life, I transmigrated into the body of a marquis’ daughter.
Hard labor was over—unearned income had begun. Long live the golden spoon!
…But my joy was short-lived.
“I’ll leave all my wealth to you. From now on, do your best to lead the Dante Marquisate.”
He ran away in the night, leaving me nothing but debt.
‘Not a Western fantasy but pure Korean reality?’
Turns out my so-called golden spoon was a ticking-bomb spoon.
No teeth? Then use your gums!
Even if it’s a bomb spoon, it’s still a spoon—I’ll have to make do.
Being the head of the household can’t be that hard, right?
…Except it’s ridiculously, impossibly hard.
There’s only one option left:
Sweet-talk the loan sharks to buy time, then hide behind the noble family’s name and somehow earn money.
“About the contract marriage proposal you mentioned when you visited the estate before—is it still valid?”
I went to the richest family in the kingdom—the House of Duke Asser.
“You remember what we talked about before, right? Let’s get married. A contract marriage—with an end date.”
It was a contract marriage for the sake of saving my ruined family.
My heart held no shame, only an honest, burning desire for money.
So why…
“Big sis, I’m sorry. I was wrong… I’ll never do it again…”
…are my runaway siblings suddenly repentant?
“When your family abandoned you and the duke wouldn’t even look at you, who was the one who stayed by your side till the end?”
…why is the stingy butler suddenly rolling his eyes at me?
“One year? Contract marriage? What do you mean? I thought we were just married.”
“It says right in the contract—it’s a one-year contract marriage. You didn’t forget, did you?”
“So what, you’re throwing me away now that you don’t need me anymore?”
“No, that’s not it…”
“Stay by my side. Even if you don’t like me—you love money, don’t you? I’ll earn as much of it as you want.”
How did it turn into this?
This marriage… feels like I’ve been scammed.
