I Stole The Duke

I’ve been trapped in a virtual world based on a novel. To survive, I stole the second male lead—His Grace, the Duke.

“I am now the head of the family, so this engagement need not be honored out of obligation.”

“No, Your Grace. I refuse to break off the engagement.”

“…What?”

“I will marry you, Your Grace.”

“That is the House of Ascher. Are you not afraid?”

The Ducal House of Ascher was infamous for its twisted history—generations of duchesses known for their tragically short lives.

“Why should I be afraid?”

‘It’s just that I happened to be born to a perverted father,’ she thought. It’s not as if the current Duke did anything wrong.

“You are not my type.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, Your Grace, you’re not my type either.”

“To be frank, I have no interest in married life.”

“How delightful.”

“What’s delightful about that?”

“Because that’s my dream—a marriage devoid of affection.”
“If your heart changes after our wedding, do let me know. Divorce is always an option.”

A world she could leave at any moment, if only logging out were possible. A husband with no interest in his wife—what more could she ask for?
At least, that’s what she thought…

“Not tonight!”

“O-oh, you misunderstand. I merely wanted to hold you, nothing more.”
“Um… I feel suffocated.”

“I didn’t realize you were so uncomfortable.”

“And please… stop poking my leg with that.”

“That was… a reflex.”

A tale of a woman just trying to earn her keep, only to find herself starring in a solo mission of strategy, infiltration, and espionage. Meanwhile, the Duke—upon realizing he’s not a pervert but a man of perfectly normal tastes—launches an all-out operation to win over his wife.