Vincent Loardy was a disgrace to the imperial family.
A high-society libertine, he would embrace women but never commit to them.
That is, until he met Laila Nelasidad.
Their marriage had been arranged by the Emperor.
Vincent loved his freedom, and marriage was nothing but chains.
Above all, he wanted a divorce.
“Vincent. Shall we end this now?”
The moment he sensed their parting, his heart collapsed.
To him, devotion had always been like a fallen, faded leaf.
But when his love finally burst into flames, she burned brightly and then disappeared.
Yet he soon learns that she is alive…
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Laila Nelasidad is the second daughter of a simple, quiet family.
Loving him was her sin.
“Even your hair resembles its owner.”
Vincent’s deep voice rumbled beside her ear. She looked at him indifferently.
Whenever she saw him, there was a furrow in his brow and an air of annoyance about him.
Vincent Loardy was arrogant and shameless.
And now, this Vincent…
“Rejecting me with your whole body like this.”
He laughed as though he were sobbing; his voice was as brittle as dry leaves crumbling.
His love tormented her.
