On my wedding night, I was possessed as an extra who was murdered by my villainous Grand Duke husband. “I would do anything to avoid marrying the Grand Duke!” At that time, a proposal came from a perfect man whom I met by chance at a banquet. “Then, will you marry me?” I immediately promised a contract marriage, thinking that it would only be okay as long as it was not the Grand Duke. The more I talk to this person, the more suspicious he becomes. “Is the Count’s mansion really this fancy?” “Well, what’s left is money.” “He is a Marquis, so why is he so polite to you, a Count?” “He is naturally polite to everyone.” Even while I was doubting that man, my heart began to pound more and more. He suddenly said to me: “Enri, I don’t care whether you are a demon or a murderer. So please accept me as I am, please…” Who the hell are you?