Seduce With The Body Of An Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1

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#Prologue

The natural touch of our hands brushing together felt strange.

Is this how it feels to be touching someone you shouldn’t?

It’s absurd to think this way about the man who’s about to become my husband.

But any woman in my position would think the same, no matter who she was.

He already had someone he loved.

‘Rachel Rosemary.’

Among the nobility of the Empire, there was no one who didn’t know her.

After all, the love story between Crown Prince Cassius and his aide Rachel had become a staple subject of countless stage plays.

The reason their romance had become such a major topic was simple.

Rachel was merely the daughter of a viscount—how intriguing it was that the Crown Prince himself loved such a woman.

The Cinderella story, precisely because it was so classic, captured everyone’s attention.

Many even placed bets on her fate.

Would the viscount’s daughter ultimately surpass the title of Crown Princess and ascend to Empress? Or would she end up merely as his mistress, just another fleeting romance among the Imperial family?

That ending… unfortunately, turned out to be a tragic one.

If it had been a beautiful happy ending, he wouldn’t be holding my hand like this.

In the distance, the wolf emblem symbolizing the guardian deity of the Wolfdor Empire comes into view.

The brutal image of the wolf, so unfitting for the solemnity of a wedding ceremony, seems to foreshadow the future of this man and me.

Beautiful petals, befitting a wedding, drifted down softly onto the slow-moving road.

I looked up at him—the man who would soon be my husband.

His expression, utterly devoid of emotion, still boasted an achingly beautiful profile.

Yet that face belonged more to a coffin than to a wedding, creating a stark dissonance with the setting.

‘What on earth could you be thinking, marrying me?’

Of course, as a member of the Imperial family destined to lead Wolfdor, he had the duty—regardless of his feelings—to produce an heir. A loveless marriage was simply part of that obligation.

Just as every royal before him had done, he, too, couldn’t escape this duty.

Had there ever even been someone in the Imperial family who married for romantic love?

Granted, if that woman had still been alive, Cassius might have been the exception… but…

The woman he loved so deeply, ‘Rachel,’ had died seven years ago.

To be precise, she had disappeared seven years ago—and after all this time without a trace, no one but Cassius believed she wasn’t dead.

My husband’s love for her was this intense, this painfully sorrowful.

Suddenly, I wondered.

Was she still buried somewhere deep within his heart, never even laid to rest?

Or had he finally accepted what everyone else had been saying—that it was time to let her go?

Though society painted Rachel as a Cinderella, the truth was far from that.

She was an extraordinary talent who, through sheer determination, had shattered the glass ceiling and earned herself a viscountcy.

Yet the late Emperor refused to acknowledge their relationship.

Her entire effort was dismissed solely because of her lowly birth.

And Cassius, too, had made incredible efforts for her sake.

He plunged into dangerous battlefields—situations a Crown Prince never needed to enter—just to protect their love.

It was widely known that he had secured a promise from his father: if he returned victorious, he would be allowed to marry her.

Rachel’s brilliant mind and Crown Prince Cassius’s unmatched martial prowess always brought back news of victory, and only a happy ending seemed to await them.

Yet their deeply passionate story ended in tragedy… the moment Rachel vanished.

According to one newspaper, the reason behind her mysterious disappearance remains unknown to this day.

Naturally, Cassius couldn’t accept it.

He mobilized every resource, scouring the entire Empire solely to find her.

But fairy-tale happy endings don’t happen in reality.

Even now, after seven long years, he has yet to find even her body—and likely never will.

My eyes fall upon the large hand holding mine.

Yes. After seven years, it’s time you accepted this marriage.

Humans are creatures of forgetting, and that forgetfulness is perhaps the only blessing bestowed by the gods. Surely, divine grace has touched him as well.

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I try to calm my uneasy heart.

From now on, I am his wife—and that will never change. So naturally, his heart will eventually turn to me.

In the distance, I see Emperor Harold Wolfdor, who had pushed so insistently for our marriage.

The Emperor had always wanted Cassius to marry the daughter of the prestigious Snowfell ducal house.

Diarobe Snowfell, head of the Snowfell family, was a formidable power—and the only way to rein in his threatening influence was through a marriage alliance with his daughter.

Thus, the Emperor’s desire for this union was clearly driven not by paternal concern for his son, but by political convenience—to maintain a balance of power.

As a result, it’s Vivian Snowfell—not Rachel—who now holds Cassius’s hand.

‘And that Vivian Snowfell… is me now.’

From a practical standpoint, this marriage makes perfect sense.

It preserves the dignity of the Imperial house.

Yet one thing remains puzzling.

‘After rejecting countless marriage proposals for seven long years… he finally accepts Vivian Snowfell’s hand?’

Currently, Snowfell is the prime suspect behind Rachel’s disappearance.

The suspects have been narrowed down to two:

Diarobe Snowfell, head of the Snowfell house—or Vivian Snowfell herself, who had always openly admired him.

And yet…

‘He’s marrying the daughter of the very house that might have killed the woman he loved?’

It makes absolutely no sense.

Of course, the Emperor’s pressure must have played a role—but Cassius had more than enough power to defy him.

He had countless other options.

Could it be true, as people say, that over these past seven years he’s forgotten Rachel and genuinely fallen in love with Vivian Snowfell?

Because his present love is so sweet it overshadows all memories of first love?

But if that’s the case, why does he stand here like this?

As I face him at the officiant’s cue, things I couldn’t see before become startlingly clear.

His face, as if only half of it remained.

Eyes hollow and burned-out, like embers barely glowing.

A pallor so translucent it seemed ghostly…

Slowly, my gaze lowered—and was drawn to his pale, slender fingers.

No, more precisely—to the ring on his finger.

That was unmistakably the ring he’d exchanged with Rachel.

He’s wearing it as he marries me. How utterly absurd.

His intentions remain impossible to fathom.

But one fact is certain.

He has taken my hand. He is now my husband.

And that thought brings me comfort.

If Cassius hadn’t taken Vivian’s hand, I never would have had the chance to save him.

The voice of my contractor echoed in my mind.

‘Seduce Cassius within a year. Do that, and I’ll free him from his death sentence. Fail, and you’ll die as well.’

It was Cassius who saved my life—my life that should have already ended.

In my previous life, to rescue my annihilated family and me, he made a pact with a great sorcerer and forced a regression. As a result, he became terminally cursed, while I, oblivious to his sacrifice, have lived happily ever since.

But now that I know everything…

Betting my life to save him is a choice I’ve long prepared myself for.

‘However, you must never reveal to anyone that you are Rachel.’

That’s right. I… am Rachel.

Though it’s a truth I can never speak aloud again.

Anyway, the contractor’s terms were simple.

If I seduce Cassius within a year while hiding my identity, we both survive. If I fail, we both die.

Harsh as the terms were, compared to Cassius—who risked his very life—it was a surprisingly merciful contract. Besides, the condition wasn’t impossible.

How well do I know Cassius? There’s nothing about him I don’t know. Above all, he loved me.

A mere change of appearance couldn’t erase a love that burned so fiercely.

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So I accepted the entire contract far too lightly.

Without giving a single thought to the future.

#1. I’m Actually ‘That Woman’

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a familiar ceiling.

An ornate chandelier, walls intricately patterned with snowflake motifs, statues delicately gilded in gold…

‘Could this possibly be… Snowfell? No, that can’t be.’

I shook my head—and fragmented scenes flashed through my pounding skull like a reel of memories.

A girl with cool blue hair looked at me.

Innocent smiles bloomed on both our faces as we gazed at each other.

The blue-haired girl whispered tenderly to me,

“Rachel, you’re so beautiful—you’ll definitely become Crown Princess.”

Back then, becoming Crown Princess was every young noblewoman’s dream.

In the Empire, where a partner’s status and power became one’s own, the Crown Prince was the ultimate man.

“Who wouldn’t fall for you at first sight? So, as a token of friendship, take this. Don’t pretend you don’t remember it once you become Crown Princess.”

Her giggling face instantly transformed from a child into a grown woman.

The warm smile she once wore on spring days now twisted into a sharp, mocking sneer.

And simultaneously, the colorful world turned monochrome.

Only the crimson curl of her rose-tinted lips stood out vividly against her icy eyes.

“So, you’re the Crown Prince’s aide now? How very congratulatory.”

She smiled warmly, like sunshine, as she spoke.

“Couldn’t you just step aside from the Crown Prince, just once? You know you can never be with him—your status is far too low.”

The ease with which she declared our love impossible because of my low birth made it clear she had changed.

And yet…

“We’re friends, aren’t we?”

That single sentence fooled me again and again.

“Did you compliment me to His Highness today? Did you mention I’d be attending this banquet?”

That girl—and more precisely, her house, ‘Snowfell’—ultimately dragged me and my family, Rosemary, into the mud.

“Please, save my family. You know the truth—it’s all a lie.”

“…….”

“If you tell your father, he’ll make everything disappear. He loves you so much.”

I knelt before her.

Not for myself—but because my family had to survive.

Because they had to live.

But she—no, she—turned away from me, kneeling at her feet.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that.”

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