âYou have six months. You must kill your husband within that time frame.â
It was the first night of the wedding.
Those words were shocking for a bride who had just walked into the bridal room for the first time on her wedding night.
Alice, the bride who had received the frightening command, stared at the woman in front of her.
The woman had dull purple hair and seemed to be wearing an expensive dress. Alice didnât recognize the woman before her.
Yet, the woman was staring back at Alice with expectant eyes.
âWhy arenât you answering?â the woman asked. âYou canât be trying to tell me that you arenât going to do it, are you?â
Aliceâs lack of response made the womanâs eyebrows narrow in suspicion.
âDid you forget just how much money I poured into your family? If it werenât for me, your brother wouldâve never received his knighthood. Your whole family would be sitting on the middle of the road if it wasnât for me.â
âIs this a dream?â
For a moment Alice asked herself if she was dreaming. The threat against her family was horrific and she was unsure if she had heard the threat.
But the reality was that it wasnât a dream. The cold air that brushed against her thin negligee was proof that she was awake.
As she felt the cold-induced shivers run down her spine, strange memories rushed into her mind.
The memories that flooded in at once made her head ache in momentary pain. Alice squinted her eyes to combat the sudden aching and throbbing in her temples.
Noticing Aliceâs shift in demeanor, the woman began to shout at Alice, misunderstanding her sudden emotional appearance.
âWhy are you quiet!? Are you ignoring me? Youâve been arrogant ever since youâve arrived at the Dukeâs mansion! Now that youâve successfully married into the Dukeâs home, do you think that youâre the real Duchess? Do you think that youâre better and higher than I am?!â
She raised her hand, threatening to slap Alice after yelling.
Meanwhile, Alice was still struggling to understand the memories pouring into her mind. Through the overwhelming rush of memories, she recognized the woman before her.
âIf this isnât a dream, then the person in front of me is . . . â
She was the mother of her husband who she had just married earlier today, she was the wife of the eldest Duke of Diorat â Quillian Diorat.
âRight now, my mother-in-law is asking me to kill her son. What is going on?â
Suppressing her confusion, Alice turned to her mother-in-law whose face was flushed red in anger: âIâm sorry. . . Iâve been so nervous that . . . that Iâve made a mistake.â
As she bowed her head and apologized, the womanâs mood softened.
âTch- Let this be a reminder that Iâll beat you up until you come to your sense if you make a mistake like this again. You didnât enter this household to become a Duchess, you came here to be at my beck and call. Never forget that.â
â⌠Yes, mother.â
âSix months. The Duke must be dead within six months. So, donât make any more mistakes in the future, and do what I tell you to do.â
ââŚâŚ Yes, I will keep that in mind.â
A satisfied smile hung on Madame Quillianâs face when she heard Aliceâs meek answer.
âWell then,â she said after staring at the large bed in the bedroom, âtake good care of your husband tonight.â
ââŚâŚ Yes.â
With a satisfied chuckle, her mother-in-law left the room, leaving Alice all alone.
The door slammed shut with a click and the footsteps faded away.
When there were no more sounds, Alice flopped down on a nearby chair, reality finally sinking in.
âNo . . . What the hell is going on,â Alice muttered blankly as she looked down at her body.
She was wearing a strange negligee, and her hands were the purest shade of white â a shade she had only seen in dramas.
She had always washed dishes in the back of the kitchen, so her skin shouldnât be this smooth, or this white.
With a realization, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the full-length mirror on the other side of the room.
Staring at her reflection, her eyes widened in shock.
The girl in the reflection had smooth and soft pink hair, and eyes that seemed to be speckled with gold.
She also had a cute face which seemed to be a lot younger than her original age.
This was not the appearance of âHan Su-yeon.â
âAm IâŚâŚ am I really dead?â
The last thing she could remember about herself was seeing the flames of gas exploding in the kitchen where she worked.
She couldnât have survived that gas explosion.
That was a realization she came to once she had seen the magnitude of the fire.
She remembered how she had softly murmured, âOh, Iâm dyingâ as the realization came to her.
ââŚâŚ Itâs embarrassing.â
It was unfair that she had died without being able to properly coordinate with the chef as an assistant.
For a year, she had worked as a kitchen assistant without pay.
âHaa, my lifeâŚâŚ.â
She let out a deep sigh of relief and looked again at her reflection in the mirror.
Pinching her soft cheeks with her fingers, she let a small yelp of pain before realizing that this wasnât a dream.
Han Su-yeon is really dead.
And, to her surprise, she turned into a woman named âAlice Podooriâ.
Alice Podoori was the second daughter of a humble count who was sold to marry the Duke.
ââŚâŚ Did my spirit possess her body?â
A phenomenon that only happens in movies and novels had happened to her in real life.
Thankfully, it was a lot easier to understand her situation because she had Aliceâs memories with her.
But Aliceâs life wasâŚâŚ not easy at all.
Aliceâs life had poured into her mind like a movie, and from that movie, the happiest scene was when she was a young girl, warmly embraced in the arms of her mother.
Alice was the middle child from a humble Countessâs family that were not-so-well-off.
Her older brother was set to be the familyâs successor, and her younger sister was very sick.
When her younger sister was born, he parents fawned over her more, and they grew disinterested in Alice.
To cover her older brotherâs knighthood expenses, her family sold her off to marry Duke Diorat.
At this point, she thought that she mightâve been able to find happiness while married to the Duke, but as seen earlier, her mother-in-law was a crazy person trying to kill her son. Not to mention that her husband wasnât in his finest condition either.
The Dukeâs physical condition was so bad that he could not even hold a formal wedding.
He had been lying unconscious and bedridden, waiting for the day of his death.
In fact, there were many rumors being passed around that the Duke had already died, and that the Diorat family was deliberately hiding his death to avoid the collapse of the Dukeâs house.
Alice was married to a living corpse.
Slideâ
Alice walked carefully to the bed and gently rolled up the curtain covering it.
There she saw her husband lying there, unconscious.
The moment she looked at his face, Alice had forgotten the grave situation that she was in.
âWowâŚâŚ so handsome,â she gasped as her gold specked eyes widened.
He had black hair, a smooth forehead, a pointed nose, and thick lips that looked like the dark night sky.
Even with his eyes closed quietly, the man was as enchanting as a sculpture.
He was so handsome and perfect that he could not be compared with any actor she had seen in her past life.
ââŚâŚ Come to think about it, itâs been over six months since youâve collapsed so why are you still in a good shape?â
She began to curiously look down from his face to his body, where she could see his wide shoulders and firm chest through his pajamas.
At first glance, if she could see the clear muscle lines, and his firm chest . . . and as she looked further down . . .
âItâs bigâŚâŚ Ah, ahem.â Alice coughed and hurriedly raised her gaze.
She looked up at the ceiling with a bit of embarrassment, then cooled her burning face and looked at her husbandâs sculpture-like face again.
âYouâre ill, and Iâll have to kill youâŚâŚ.â
Her mother-in-law had taken her in to kill someone who was already on the verge of death.
Even though the Duke was not her real son, it was still a very horrifying thing to do.
And itâs horrifying that I have to do it myself.
âThis isnât some kind of television drama,â she said with a sigh, âIâve actually possessed the body of a wife who is supposed to kill her husband.â
In her last life, she had read a novel with a similar storyline in her last life.
It was a romantic fantasy novel where the wife had killed her husband at the order of her mother-in-law.
Of course, the wife was not the female lead. She was just a supporting character that appeared briefly at the beginning of the novel.
Eventually, that wife âŚâŚ
âOh, hold onâŚâŚ.â
Aliceâs face stiffened as she recalled something.
The name of the husband who died in the novel was clearlyâŚâŚ.
ââŚâŚ Kaillus Diorat.â
And the name of the wife was âŚ.. Alice.
[Alice Diorat, who poisoned her husband, is hanged.]
Alice specifically remembered this sentence from the novel.
âKaillus Diorat and his wife-to-be, Alice.â
For good measure, she checked the face of the handsome Duke again.
The novelâs description of the Duke perfectly matched the face that she was staring at earlier.
She had actually possessed a supporting character in the romantic fantasy novel.
âOh, this is crazy.â
***
âUgh, arghhâŚâŚ.â
Even as her breaths grew heavy and she became filled with exhaustion, Alice still continued to run.
She ran towards the entrance where a single ray of light poured out in the dark darkness.
But before reaching the entrance, someone reached out to Alice.
Alice could feel that she was begin held by large hands and trapped between wide arms.
âYou can never run away,â a low voice murmured into her ear.
As she turned to look at the man holding her, black smoke filled his face and she was unable to recognize him.
With a deep breath, Alice opened her eyes as everything else faded away.
Blink, blink.
As her sense of reality gradually returned, she blinked slowly, staring at the handsome side profile of the man beside her.
âAh, what was that dreamâŚâŚ?â Alice muttered quietly.
Aliceâs eyes widened in surprise when she realized her sleeping posture.
One of her hands was rested on the bare skin of her husbandâs wide chest under his shirt, and she was hanging off of him with one leg rested on his thigh.
The hardness of his chest underneath her fingertips instantly woke her up.