Calliope Verdi’s life was perfect. At least, that was the case until her grandfather set a ridiculous condition that she had to fulfill in order to inherit the family title. ‘If I don’t get married within a year, I will lose my position?!’ [Requirements for a husband: outstanding abilities, skilled in both arts and combat, sturdy physique, handsome enough to be considered a national treasure] Why were the conditions so detailed? But to make matters worse, the person who was arranged to be in this marriage that seemingly fulfilled the requirements- “It’s good to see you again.” The madman of the royal family. The handsome troublemaker, the 7th prince. On the day of the graduation ceremony, he had stepped on her. All while smiling, his golden eyes squinting slightly. Damn it. Since it turned out like this, Let’s become the couple of the century. #I_Don’t_Want_A_Husband_But_I_Want_To_Become_A_Count #Strategic_Lovers_Contract #When_I_Meet_Him_I’m_Like_ARGHHH #In_Front_Of_Others_Perfect_Acting_Skill #Desired_Playboy_Male_Lead_Vs_Intelligent_And_Diligent_Female_Lead #I_Hate_Like_You_But_Your_Enemy_Is_My_Enemy