A maid accused of murdering a countess,
Ten years after her death, she wakes up in the body of a strange woman.
But the first thing she hears is a time-bound sentence.
“About a year left. That’s how long you’re going to live.”
She doesn’t care if she dies.
She just wanted her little girl, the one she had to leave behind ten years ago, to be happy.
However, when Isabel went to the capital to find her daughter, her pure daughter was nowhere to be found.
Only a revengeful ghost of high society remained, seeking to take revenge on behalf of her mother’s grudge.
Isabel looked up at Ian from where she was buried in the overstuffed sofa.
This man was an Imperial war hero, a second-rate operational genius. He was also the de facto leader of the Third Emperor’s faction.
But no one would ever know. That Ian could be so tender.
Ian’s hand gently cupped her cheek.
“Isabel. I’ll whisper it again and again.”
Ian’s lips settled on her forehead, her cheek, the bridge of her nose, everywhere he could reach.
“I love you. I love you.”