Leandro detested Larne.
He had plenty of reasons to do so.
She was a vile, lowly, vicious, and greedy person. A person who was never satisfied with what she had, and if she lacked something, she would take it from someone else.
She even wanted her sister’s fiancé.
“I don’t have the confidence to respect someone like you as a person. I suggest you call off the marriage now.”
“I don’t mind. I don’t.”
The marriage thus began, seeming to end only after Larne lost her memory.
* * *
“The duty of producing a successor you desired so much, what are you going to do now?”
Her heart trembled at the longing eyes and the languid voice.
Apart from her pounding heart and excited mind, Larne’s reason went cold.
She carefully freed her hand from his hold.
“What are you talking about, we’re getting divorced soon.”