LACHIC

After years of hardship that culminate in the form of a terminal illness, Rita is determined to do whatever it takes to survive. It might be the wrong thing to steal somebody else’s body, but she doesn’t care about what’s right or wrong anymore. Now, she’s Verta, the affluent and beautiful daughter of Count Alberhart. She’s in the prime position to enjoy a comfortable life…but the people around her seem intent on breaking her. Well, she’s happy to crush whoever gets in her way. It’s time for them to learn how deep her malice goes…

Damie played with a man for the first time in his life. The prodigal son, who is also famous in the capital, Acard Valerian. Sleeping with him was quite impulsive. Damie had her heart broken her yesterday, and her first love for her was cruel. “Find another man.” And the stepbrother, who manipulated him from behind the curtains made him come to this decision, smirked. “What did you say? You will eventually come to me.” Damie suddenly got fed up with all of this. So I slept. By seducing the man who just arrived in the North today. The Acard Valerian was, as rumored, horribly beautiful, lustful, and a bastard. “Your face is pretty when you cry.” … … It seems he has chosen the wrong opponent and he is now playing with fire.

Damie had a reckless night with a man for the first time in her life. And not just any man—Akard Valerian, the most infamous playboy in the capital. Sleeping with him had been purely impulsive. Damie had just been dumped the day before, and her first love, the one who rejected her, cruelly said: “Try finding another man”. Then her stepbrother, the one who had orchestrated the breakup from behind the scenes, laughed long and hard. “Told you, didn’t I? You’d end up coming back to me”. Damie suddenly felt sick of everything. So she went for it. She seduced the man who had just arrived from the North that very day. Akard Valerian was just as the rumors said—devastatingly handsome, full of lust, and an absolute bastard. “You look pretty when you cry. Come on, cry some more”. …She might have chosen the wrong man to play with fire.