The Obsessive Male Lead Wants To Become My Husband

Chapter 29

Dozens of different dresses to match each occasion were sent to the dressing room.

Luxurious jewels that seemed to have been robbed from half of the capital's jewelers.

A villa bigger and more luxurious than any other countess.

Specially imported from the outskirts of the Empire, mysterious flowers and fruits that cost a fortune to transport, and even precious calligraphy and paintings.

All of them were things that the Duke of Brudenell was able to afford, but never coveted.

But, when the Prince of Brudenell was married to the eldest daughter of a count, everything changed.

Evelyn Garneid.

The notoriety that she, merely the heir of the countess, was more extravagant than the princess, quickly spread throughout social circles.

'I am satisfied.'

I glanced through the socialite newspapers from cover to cover with a half-satisfied smile as there were some that cursed about me.

The daily newspaper did not touch the Duke, Duchess, or Cassius, though everyone knew it. As Cassius' fiancée, everything I do undermines the prestige of the Duke. So, it might be just a small crack now, although one day, the Duke might collapse.

'It is pretty fun to spend money.'
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I am a person, too.

There is no way I would hate money? Besides, I was able to take advantage of this opportunity to do the things I wanted to do.

Well, for example...

It was pretty fun to collect my favorite paintings.

Among them, there are quite a few works that can be said to be the craftsmanship of the masters that I had seen in the art subjects I learned before possessing, so I often became immersed in memories.

And, above all, of course, the most generous thing I spent money on is...

"Sister!"

Ophelia's face flushed red.

"Are these really my clothes...?"

"Of course."

I nodded.

In front of me, Ophelia, wearing a silk dress embroidered with gold and silver threads and fur made of ferret fur, was very beautiful.

"White clothes do not suit me. I ordered them for you."

"Sister Evelyn...!"

If I had called the tailor and told her to fit the clothes for Ophelia, Ophelia would have refused. So, I reluctantly picked the cheapest fabric.

Fortunately, I knew the exact dimensions of Ophelia.

It was easy to order dozens of clothes for Ophelia from the tailor who came to fit my clothes.

"I heard you were imprisoned for me."

"It was nothing. Rather, sister..."

"Me?"

I snorted.

"While you were locked up like that, I was walking around freely. Do you know how fun the ship is? I really thought I could live on it for a few years."

"... But, you are back."

Ophelia answered in a dark voice and continued.

"Even though you do not want to..."

"You are a fool."

I smiled, pinching her cheek lightly. I know, obviously, Ophelia and I were both grown-up women, but at times like this, I could not help but look at her as an innocent child.