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Abigail Florence only wanted a good job when her mother became sick, hoping that she would be of help for the family and save her mother from the rage of her father. But she was caught by a wicked and crazy nobleman and was forced into an unlikely partnership of marriage in exchange of wealth and power she could never fathom. What else could go wrong?

When Dion Burke had visited the small bar in the Grothem town after his carriage suffered an accident, he had cursed his luck. But who would have thought that goddess was blessing him with treasure. 
The previous duke had died with no blood children but the position and all the wealth was still left for the lost daughter and her.. Husband. So when Dion found the woman living as guttersnipe, a strange and wicked plan took place in an instant. He would claim power and wealth and share it with her. But what if… the woman whose mouth could be compared to the sailor turned out to be more tempting than the wealth she offered?

The Fake Heiress and Deceitful Duke

Abigail flushed. Her whole body was pressing on his chest. His hands were on her waist perhaps to make sure that she did not fall on the ground and hit herself.

She pushed herself off his body. But to do that, she placed her hand on his chest and regretted it instantly.

"I never knew nobles could do that." a frown went deeper, "to think that lord would pull me from the window and then accuse me for the fall." The redness of her face speaks volume. Though it was not clear if she was enraged or embarrassed.

Jamie just laughed. As if the accident meant nothing. She glared at him. An intense glare like a noble lady who could not bear unruly behavior. Her own actions left her in stupor for a second.

Her Old Life