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For ten years, I held an unrequited love for him.

That he was the heir to our enemy family meant nothing.

I was happy even when I was sold off into marriage, like a transaction between families.

However, he still saw me as nothing more than the daughter of his enemy.

Our once-a-month, obligatory night together was the only time I could see his face.

But I didn’t mind.

Not until our child died.

“Stay quiet in that room and act as if you don’t exist. It’ll be for your own good.”

I hated him. I resented him for ignoring our child’s death, for being indifferent to my despair and sorrow. Thus, I chose to end my own life.

Then, I regressed countless times. Determined to never be entangled with him again, I fled the arranged marriage and married another.

But in every life, I could never have my precious child, Deynión.

On my eleventh return, I found myself standing before him once more, at our wedding.

“Do you, the bride, Juliana de Heyster, swear upon the

mission Heyster had entrusted to you to love the man before you?”

“Yes.”

No. There will be no love between us.

Once I have the child I want from you, I will disappear.