Fifty Ways Of Escaping My Engagement To A Psychopathic Mastermind

I spent the night with a Duke known as the greatest psychopathic villain in history.

“W–well, I don’t actually remember what happened yesterday, but it was just a one-night thing, so……”

“A one-night thing?”

His face, which had remained expressionless until now, raised an eyebrow at that. I’d to choose my words carefully.

“T–then, a one night of comfort……?”

“You comfort someone by f*cking them?”

“S-sorry! I misspoke!”

I was terrified.

I glanced at his face and forced the brightest smile I could. They said you couldn’t spit on a smiling face, right?

“T–then with your ocean-like generosity, could we just bury yesterday as a good memory for both of us……?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

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At this point, there’s only one way out. I must get myself dumped by my scary husband-to-be first.

So, I set out to do every single thing he would hate. But then—

“I-I thought you meant to do it by the window…”

“You’ve got some pe*verted preferences. If that’s what you want, I’ll oblige.”

“N-no, I don’t want it!”

…… In the end, his obsession only grew worse by the day.