In the original, Emily was described in just one line.
'Madame Starr, who had been running away from the pursuit of the Giuliano family, eventually gave birth to Daniel after a difficult childbirth and died.'
“It’s an honor to even call it an extra role.”
Emily clicked her tongue at the role, which didn't even have a name, and sketched the original content in her notebook.
The Giuliano family is sworn enemies with the Starr family, the male protagonist's family. They resort to every despicable means to prevent the rise of the new Starr family.
The most vicious of these was the attempt to kill Emily, who was pregnant, to shake Killian's mentality.
Having lost his wife, Killian was tormented by the thought of his own incompetence whenever he saw Daniel. So he committed the mistake of neglecting him, ultimately ruining himself.
Unfortunately, Daniel was unable to reconcile with Killian until the end, and instead took over from him and became the boss.
She thought that if it weren't for the Giuliano family, Emily wouldn't have had a difficult birth, and Daniel might have had a happy childhood.
However, Emily, who already knew the original story, was extremely afraid of pregnancy and childbirth, so she was afraid of sleeping with Killian.
“Let me go to sleep first.”
It was simple, but that was Emily's conclusion. Now that she was married, she couldn't do this every time, but she had to avoid sleeping with Killian until she could get birth control or get a divorce.
Emily squeezed her eyes shut, pulled the blanket over her head, and forced herself to sleep. The ticking of the clock was unusually loud today.
“Damn, I can’t sleep.”
“I wonder why you try to sleep first without even spending the first night with me.”
Startled by a sudden noise, she jumped up from the bed.
“When did you come?”
“I just got in.”
Killian looked a bit sharp as he untied his cravat, wondering what was happening outside. Emily bit her knuckles, watching him closely.
Seeing Emily in an obviously anxious state, Killian clicked his tongue and sat down on the sofa across from the bed.
“It would help you sleep better if I left, but I must protect your honor, so I will sleep here.”
As Killian had said, having a couple sleep in separate rooms without even spending their first night together would be a disgrace to Emily's reputation. Emily, surprised that he had even considered such a point, looked at Killian with a look of surprise.
“What is that look in your eyes?”
“Are you sure it’s okay for you to sleep there?”
“Don’t worry, it’s a top-of-the-line sofa.”
Having only seen his darkened form in the original, Emily was curious about Killian's true personality. Judging by his actions so far, his original personality doesn't seem all that great, but at least he doesn't seem like a complete idiot.
"Don't you care about your own honor?"
'Madame Starr, who had been running away from the pursuit of the Giuliano family, eventually gave birth to Daniel after a difficult childbirth and died.'
“It’s an honor to even call it an extra role.”
Emily clicked her tongue at the role, which didn't even have a name, and sketched the original content in her notebook.
The Giuliano family is sworn enemies with the Starr family, the male protagonist's family. They resort to every despicable means to prevent the rise of the new Starr family.
The most vicious of these was the attempt to kill Emily, who was pregnant, to shake Killian's mentality.
Having lost his wife, Killian was tormented by the thought of his own incompetence whenever he saw Daniel. So he committed the mistake of neglecting him, ultimately ruining himself.
Unfortunately, Daniel was unable to reconcile with Killian until the end, and instead took over from him and became the boss.
She thought that if it weren't for the Giuliano family, Emily wouldn't have had a difficult birth, and Daniel might have had a happy childhood.
However, Emily, who already knew the original story, was extremely afraid of pregnancy and childbirth, so she was afraid of sleeping with Killian.
“Let me go to sleep first.”
It was simple, but that was Emily's conclusion. Now that she was married, she couldn't do this every time, but she had to avoid sleeping with Killian until she could get birth control or get a divorce.
Emily squeezed her eyes shut, pulled the blanket over her head, and forced herself to sleep. The ticking of the clock was unusually loud today.
“Damn, I can’t sleep.”
“I wonder why you try to sleep first without even spending the first night with me.”
Startled by a sudden noise, she jumped up from the bed.
“When did you come?”
“I just got in.”
Killian looked a bit sharp as he untied his cravat, wondering what was happening outside. Emily bit her knuckles, watching him closely.
Seeing Emily in an obviously anxious state, Killian clicked his tongue and sat down on the sofa across from the bed.
“It would help you sleep better if I left, but I must protect your honor, so I will sleep here.”
As Killian had said, having a couple sleep in separate rooms without even spending their first night together would be a disgrace to Emily's reputation. Emily, surprised that he had even considered such a point, looked at Killian with a look of surprise.
“What is that look in your eyes?”
“Are you sure it’s okay for you to sleep there?”
“Don’t worry, it’s a top-of-the-line sofa.”
Having only seen his darkened form in the original, Emily was curious about Killian's true personality. Judging by his actions so far, his original personality doesn't seem all that great, but at least he doesn't seem like a complete idiot.
"Don't you care about your own honor?"
Emily mustered up her courage and opened her mouth.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Um... I was wondering why you told me not to come to the wedding reception earlier.”
"That."
Killian looked at Emily's face with a strange, incomprehensible gaze and answered.
“Because you seemed afraid of the guests.”
"Ah."
Emily, who didn't know it would be obvious, felt slightly embarrassed.
But did you think that was all there was to it? Killian had been watching Emily intently, how she hesitated to enter the hall, how she cringed as she glanced at him, how she pulled back during the kiss of swearing.
So it was easy to see how reluctant she was about this marriage.
“Thank you for thinking of me.”
As Emily answered in a hushed voice, Killian sighed and got up from his seat.
“Then I have to change my clothes...”
“Oh! Sorry. I’ll cover myself with the blanket!”
Emily, her face flushed, as if she'd just imagined something, quickly covered herself with the blanket and rolled over. Startled by her, Killian paused for a moment, then forced a calm tone to speak.
“There’s no need. I’m going to the bathroom anyway.”
She peeked her face out of the blanket.
“Then I’ll wait quietly.”
“You can go to sleep first.”
“...Yes, thank you.”
As Killian entered the bathroom, Emily also came completely out of the blanket.
She recalled Killian's words earlier, how he had sent her to her room first, out of consideration for her fear of the mafia. Perhaps he was even more affectionate than she'd thought.
'I deserve to be treated like a fool... but should I first ask why you married me?'
While Emily was thinking about this and that, time passed, and Killian appeared after finishing his bath.
Even though he was dressed carefully in his pajamas, the atmosphere in the room strangely became warm.
Is it because of the wet hair?
Was it because of the firm outline of his body visible through his silk pajamas, or was it because of the scent of his body after just getting out of the shower?
Emily couldn't figure it out either.
“Are you still awake?”
Emily closed her eyes, pretending not to be the one who was stealing glances at his body without realizing it.
“I was just about to fall asleep.”
“Then I will turn off the lights.”
"Yes."
The lights went out with a bang, and the room fell into a deathly silence once again. The moonlight streaming through the partially closed curtains felt dazzlingly bright.
Emily couldn't sleep at all because the ticking of the clock was so loud she could hear it.
“Are you sleeping?”
Emily asked, breaking the silence.
“Please speak.”
Fortunately, Killian didn't seem to be asleep either. She summoned her courage once more.
“I have a question.”
“...What is it?”
“Why did you propose to me?”
Killian's eyebrows quirked at the unexpected question. After a long silence, Emily asked again.
“Is it difficult to answer?”
Killian finally sighed at Emily's urging.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“If you have trouble answering, I’ll try to guess.”
Emily, who had been deep in thought, muttered as if testing Killian's reaction.
“Hmm, maybe it’s because of my looks?”
At first, Killian thought she was joking. Of course, she was such a beautiful woman that no one would dare laugh even if she said something serious.
But how could he possibly say such things? He was a little confused.
Emily, who was embarrassed by Killian's lack of response, cleared her throat and continued speaking.
“Or what else is there...”
No matter how much she thought about it, it seemed that as the daughter of a fallen Count's family, she had no other outstanding qualities besides her beauty.
She was good at playing the piano and dancing, but no one would get married just because of those things.
“I really don’t know. Are you not going to answer?”
She could answer everything else, but she felt awkward answering that one.
“I have a busy schedule tomorrow, so go to sleep early.”
"But..."
“If you don’t sleep and keep talking, I’ll go up to bed.”
At those words, Emily immediately lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.
"Good night."
Killian chuckled at the quick response. His wife was more unusual than he'd thought.
The next morning, when she opened her eyes, Emily was alone in the room. It was almost absurd that she had slept so soundly, without a single moment of tension, despite sharing the same room with him.
“Madam, shall I serve you breakfast?”
Emily answered the noise from outside the room. She wasn't usually the type to eat a lot in the morning, but perhaps because she was nervous yesterday, she was very hungry.
“Then I will go in.”
Soon, the maid brought a tray and began to set the table.
Fresh salmon salad, a steaming omelet, a buttery croissant, and homemade yogurt brimming with blueberries. A variety of cheeses and hams were also available, along with a variety of fruit juices.
It was a luxurious breakfast she hadn't seen in a long time.
“Did he eat?”
The portion was too much for one person to eat alone, so she wondered if Killian would eat breakfast with her.
“His Grace does not usually eat breakfast.”
“Really? Then where did you go?”
“He left to check his nature once more before Madam came.”
"I see."
Killian bought himself a marquisate and even built a castle in the capital. Rumors spread in the underworld that his wealth was astronomical.
Of course, he could purchase a title as high as a Marquis because he had a lot of money, but it was also possible because the empire was in such chaos.
In the past, when the only daughter of the Vancent Empire, the Princess, married the Emperor of the Robert Empire, the right to the Vancent throne passed to the Velvet family.
However, when the Velvet family members died in a mysterious accident, the succession passed back to the Manfredi family.
Although the process was awkward, the noise was stopped when even the Pope sided with the Manfredi family.
However, because the succession was unstable for many years, the imperial power was rapidly weakened.
Taking advantage of this chaos, the mafia emerged in the Vancent Empire. Among them, the most powerful and famous mafia families were known as the "Four Great Families."
The Starr family with the wolf seal, the Gotio family with the venomous snake seal, the Rezzetta family with the brown bear seal, and finally the Giuliano family with the jaguar seal.
Among them, the Starr family was a mafia family that appeared relatively late, but they quickly took over the underworld because their abilities were so outstanding.
While there were forces that quickly became friendly with him, there were also forces that viewed them as a thorn in their side and attacked them, such as the Giuliano family.
Emily, who became a target along with Killian when she married him, also had to live in constant tension.
She finished her breakfast and asked while sipping the tea the maid had poured for her.
“When do we leave for the mansion?”
“His Grace said he would come to pick you up before lunchtime.”
"Then I guess I'll have to hurry and get ready. Could you get me ready so I can wash up?"
“Yes, ma’am.”
Emily, who had finished bathing with the help of the maids, hurried to finish dressing up before Killian arrived.
They diligently combed Emily's chestnut hair and delicately tied it up. Even without makeup, various colors began to appear on her clear skin.
The maids' faces flushed at the sight of their new mistress, whose appearance changed with each adornment. The new mistress was far more beautiful than they had expected.
Emily had sold most of her original clothes because of debt, so she had new clothes made to order from a designer sent to her by the Starr family.
It was an elegant green dress, not flashy but based on skilled tailoring techniques, reflecting her taste.
It took a long time for Emily to lean back on the sofa, as the dressing time was longer than expected.
But the break didn't last long, as soon as the attendant announced Killian's arrival.
'Damn, I don't have time to rest.'
Emily had no choice but to get up and go downstairs.
Standing in the lobby, Killian wore a black cape coat, his shirt collar turned up fashionably, and his cravat tied high, giving him a look of asceticism and sophistication.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I didn’t have any luggage to begin with.”
The fallen noblewoman's burden was light. Her servants had already dispersed to places where they could earn their livings, and the Sinope mansion, which had been saved thanks to Killian, was left to be managed by a butler and nanny.
Emily's heart was pounding as she entered Starr alone, carrying nothing about Sinope.
She boarded the carriage, escorted by Killian. Emily, who had been wondering what to talk about when she was alone with him, soon realized her worries were futile.
Killian was a very busy man. As soon as he got into the carriage, he took out his papers and began reviewing them.
Only when the carriage rattled loudly did he tilt his head back for a moment and press his eyes tightly against it. Once he had cleared the rumbling road, he concentrated on checking his documents again.
'What a workaholic.'
Emily looked at him with slightly tired eyes, leaned her head against the back of the chair, and tried to fall asleep.
A few minutes passed. The carriage jerked violently again, and Emily, unable to keep her balance, fell between Killian's legs.
“...”
“...”
The two people were so embarrassed that they couldn't even open their mouths or move their bodies.
Emily squeezed her eyes shut and prayed with all her heart that she would just disappear.
“Are you hurt?”
Killian, who came to his senses first, grabbed Emily's elbows and helped her sit up.
"Yes."
She hit her knee hard, but the impact was so strong that she didn't feel any pain.
'More than that, his thighs were incredibly firm.'
Emily shook her head, swallowing her tears as she thought of Killian's thick, sturdy thighs.
To live, one must be celibate.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Um... I was wondering why you told me not to come to the wedding reception earlier.”
"That."
Killian looked at Emily's face with a strange, incomprehensible gaze and answered.
“Because you seemed afraid of the guests.”
"Ah."
Emily, who didn't know it would be obvious, felt slightly embarrassed.
But did you think that was all there was to it? Killian had been watching Emily intently, how she hesitated to enter the hall, how she cringed as she glanced at him, how she pulled back during the kiss of swearing.
So it was easy to see how reluctant she was about this marriage.
“Thank you for thinking of me.”
As Emily answered in a hushed voice, Killian sighed and got up from his seat.
“Then I have to change my clothes...”
“Oh! Sorry. I’ll cover myself with the blanket!”
Emily, her face flushed, as if she'd just imagined something, quickly covered herself with the blanket and rolled over. Startled by her, Killian paused for a moment, then forced a calm tone to speak.
“There’s no need. I’m going to the bathroom anyway.”
She peeked her face out of the blanket.
“Then I’ll wait quietly.”
“You can go to sleep first.”
“...Yes, thank you.”
As Killian entered the bathroom, Emily also came completely out of the blanket.
She recalled Killian's words earlier, how he had sent her to her room first, out of consideration for her fear of the mafia. Perhaps he was even more affectionate than she'd thought.
'I deserve to be treated like a fool... but should I first ask why you married me?'
While Emily was thinking about this and that, time passed, and Killian appeared after finishing his bath.
Even though he was dressed carefully in his pajamas, the atmosphere in the room strangely became warm.
Is it because of the wet hair?
Was it because of the firm outline of his body visible through his silk pajamas, or was it because of the scent of his body after just getting out of the shower?
Emily couldn't figure it out either.
“Are you still awake?”
Emily closed her eyes, pretending not to be the one who was stealing glances at his body without realizing it.
“I was just about to fall asleep.”
“Then I will turn off the lights.”
"Yes."
The lights went out with a bang, and the room fell into a deathly silence once again. The moonlight streaming through the partially closed curtains felt dazzlingly bright.
Emily couldn't sleep at all because the ticking of the clock was so loud she could hear it.
“Are you sleeping?”
Emily asked, breaking the silence.
“Please speak.”
Fortunately, Killian didn't seem to be asleep either. She summoned her courage once more.
“I have a question.”
“...What is it?”
“Why did you propose to me?”
Killian's eyebrows quirked at the unexpected question. After a long silence, Emily asked again.
“Is it difficult to answer?”
Killian finally sighed at Emily's urging.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“If you have trouble answering, I’ll try to guess.”
Emily, who had been deep in thought, muttered as if testing Killian's reaction.
“Hmm, maybe it’s because of my looks?”
At first, Killian thought she was joking. Of course, she was such a beautiful woman that no one would dare laugh even if she said something serious.
But how could he possibly say such things? He was a little confused.
Emily, who was embarrassed by Killian's lack of response, cleared her throat and continued speaking.
“Or what else is there...”
No matter how much she thought about it, it seemed that as the daughter of a fallen Count's family, she had no other outstanding qualities besides her beauty.
She was good at playing the piano and dancing, but no one would get married just because of those things.
“I really don’t know. Are you not going to answer?”
She could answer everything else, but she felt awkward answering that one.
“I have a busy schedule tomorrow, so go to sleep early.”
"But..."
“If you don’t sleep and keep talking, I’ll go up to bed.”
At those words, Emily immediately lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.
"Good night."
Killian chuckled at the quick response. His wife was more unusual than he'd thought.
The next morning, when she opened her eyes, Emily was alone in the room. It was almost absurd that she had slept so soundly, without a single moment of tension, despite sharing the same room with him.
“Madam, shall I serve you breakfast?”
Emily answered the noise from outside the room. She wasn't usually the type to eat a lot in the morning, but perhaps because she was nervous yesterday, she was very hungry.
“Then I will go in.”
Soon, the maid brought a tray and began to set the table.
Fresh salmon salad, a steaming omelet, a buttery croissant, and homemade yogurt brimming with blueberries. A variety of cheeses and hams were also available, along with a variety of fruit juices.
It was a luxurious breakfast she hadn't seen in a long time.
“Did he eat?”
The portion was too much for one person to eat alone, so she wondered if Killian would eat breakfast with her.
“His Grace does not usually eat breakfast.”
“Really? Then where did you go?”
“He left to check his nature once more before Madam came.”
"I see."
Killian bought himself a marquisate and even built a castle in the capital. Rumors spread in the underworld that his wealth was astronomical.
Of course, he could purchase a title as high as a Marquis because he had a lot of money, but it was also possible because the empire was in such chaos.
In the past, when the only daughter of the Vancent Empire, the Princess, married the Emperor of the Robert Empire, the right to the Vancent throne passed to the Velvet family.
However, when the Velvet family members died in a mysterious accident, the succession passed back to the Manfredi family.
Although the process was awkward, the noise was stopped when even the Pope sided with the Manfredi family.
However, because the succession was unstable for many years, the imperial power was rapidly weakened.
Taking advantage of this chaos, the mafia emerged in the Vancent Empire. Among them, the most powerful and famous mafia families were known as the "Four Great Families."
The Starr family with the wolf seal, the Gotio family with the venomous snake seal, the Rezzetta family with the brown bear seal, and finally the Giuliano family with the jaguar seal.
Among them, the Starr family was a mafia family that appeared relatively late, but they quickly took over the underworld because their abilities were so outstanding.
While there were forces that quickly became friendly with him, there were also forces that viewed them as a thorn in their side and attacked them, such as the Giuliano family.
Emily, who became a target along with Killian when she married him, also had to live in constant tension.
She finished her breakfast and asked while sipping the tea the maid had poured for her.
“When do we leave for the mansion?”
“His Grace said he would come to pick you up before lunchtime.”
"Then I guess I'll have to hurry and get ready. Could you get me ready so I can wash up?"
“Yes, ma’am.”
Emily, who had finished bathing with the help of the maids, hurried to finish dressing up before Killian arrived.
They diligently combed Emily's chestnut hair and delicately tied it up. Even without makeup, various colors began to appear on her clear skin.
The maids' faces flushed at the sight of their new mistress, whose appearance changed with each adornment. The new mistress was far more beautiful than they had expected.
Emily had sold most of her original clothes because of debt, so she had new clothes made to order from a designer sent to her by the Starr family.
It was an elegant green dress, not flashy but based on skilled tailoring techniques, reflecting her taste.
It took a long time for Emily to lean back on the sofa, as the dressing time was longer than expected.
But the break didn't last long, as soon as the attendant announced Killian's arrival.
'Damn, I don't have time to rest.'
Emily had no choice but to get up and go downstairs.
Standing in the lobby, Killian wore a black cape coat, his shirt collar turned up fashionably, and his cravat tied high, giving him a look of asceticism and sophistication.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I didn’t have any luggage to begin with.”
The fallen noblewoman's burden was light. Her servants had already dispersed to places where they could earn their livings, and the Sinope mansion, which had been saved thanks to Killian, was left to be managed by a butler and nanny.
Emily's heart was pounding as she entered Starr alone, carrying nothing about Sinope.
She boarded the carriage, escorted by Killian. Emily, who had been wondering what to talk about when she was alone with him, soon realized her worries were futile.
Killian was a very busy man. As soon as he got into the carriage, he took out his papers and began reviewing them.
Only when the carriage rattled loudly did he tilt his head back for a moment and press his eyes tightly against it. Once he had cleared the rumbling road, he concentrated on checking his documents again.
'What a workaholic.'
Emily looked at him with slightly tired eyes, leaned her head against the back of the chair, and tried to fall asleep.
A few minutes passed. The carriage jerked violently again, and Emily, unable to keep her balance, fell between Killian's legs.
“...”
“...”
The two people were so embarrassed that they couldn't even open their mouths or move their bodies.
Emily squeezed her eyes shut and prayed with all her heart that she would just disappear.
“Are you hurt?”
Killian, who came to his senses first, grabbed Emily's elbows and helped her sit up.
"Yes."
She hit her knee hard, but the impact was so strong that she didn't feel any pain.
'More than that, his thighs were incredibly firm.'
Emily shook her head, swallowing her tears as she thought of Killian's thick, sturdy thighs.
To live, one must be celibate.
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