[ Become Maxim von Waldeck’s wife in name only. ]
That was the simple mission assigned to Daisy, a secret agent of the revolutionary army.
Maxim von Waldeck, a mercenary born out of wedlock, known as the royal family’s hunting dog.
He was being thrown into the line of fire as cannon fodder, and his chances of surviving the war were slim. No woman was willing to step into the role of becoming a widow.
The plan was straightforward: act as his wife in name during the war, then escape before the kingdom was conquered after their defeat.
If she could pull that off, she’d walk away with a hefty sum and retire comfortably.
“I’ll be back soon, wife.”
Yes, it was nice meeting you. Rest in peace.
“We’ll consummate the marriage when I return.”
You dream big, don’t ya? May you pass on peacefully.
She assumed it was just his hopeful dream of a blissful future.
…But then.
[ Maxim von Waldeck Achieves an Unprecedented Great Victory! ]
Things went completely opposite of what she had expected.
[ National Hero Grand Duke Waldeck! What do you most look forward to upon your return home? ]
[ Holding my beloved wife, Daisy, in my arms. ]
No way, that can’t be right.
This has to be a misprint or something, she thought.
But Maxim von Waldeck was a man who took his promises as seriously as his life.
“I’m back, my wife.”
And with those words, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Daisy’s eyes darted around in confusion at his unexpected behavior.
“Shall we head to the bedroom now?”
“Pardon?”
He whispered softly in her ear, a lazy smile painted on his lips.
“Forgive me, but I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
He was already heavy and hot, the front of his trousers straining as if they were about to burst.
‘Is this bastard some sort of pe*verted lunatic?’
Could Daisy safely divorce him before her cover was blown?
