The troublemaker daughter of the grand duke wants to live alone

“I will cancel our engagement.”

Upon hearing my words, Demimore’s pretty, sharp eyebrows rose.

That habit of my childhood friend as well as fiancee happened whenever he couldn’t control himself.
In other words, that meant that Demimore was not happy with the current situation, but I couldn’t understand why.

He was definitely in love with another woman, so he should have happily accepted my offer, but then why was his face like that……

Gulp.

“You mean you were preparing to leave just like that?”

His sinking voice was as cold as white snow.
I didn’t know why he was so angry.
Ha, with a deep breath, he raised his head again and smiled until his eyes curved.

“Mary, I think I’m going to get really angry.”

“……”

Eh, but I think he was already angry……

“Please, let me breathe.”

He took a step towards me, buried his face on my shoulder and muttered quietly.

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Like a large dog trying to act cute, he rubbed his face on the area between my shoulders and neck, his voice sounded somewhat sad.
I wasn’t sure when I had raised my left hand to stroke his back and comfort him.

What did I do?

‘Breaking off the engagement was definitely what you wanted!’

***

“Wow, f*ck.”

Standing among the children screaming for a quick fight, I was momentarily stunned.

‘Even in my next life, I am still an orphan.’

Because after being pushed to the floor while fighting Brian and almost breaking my head, memories of my past life had suddenly come back.

***

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I was probably f*cked.

Come to think of it, I, Ha Sohee, was already born that way.

My parents died in an accident less than a year after I was born.

All I was left with was a gold ring that my parents had prepared for my first birthday party.

And after that, even my grandmother who took care of me after I was 7 passed away, I had no relatives to take care of me.

Because,

Because I was an unlucky child who made everyone around me die.

“Look at her raising her eyebrows like that! As expected, the unlucky child is different.”

“You must have been cursed.”

“Because you look like a hoe.”

I squatted in the corner of the funeral house and thought silently as I listened to the random chatters.

If my parents and grandmother really died because I was a cursed child, I really wanted to go around their houses and tear them up.

Seeing me just staring at the air without crying, my relatives started chattering again, saying that I was so strong for not crying.

‘Will my deceased grandmother come back to life just because I cried?’

If so, I would cry 5,000 times.

I might cry enough to fill this funeral house with tears.

But I remembered my grandmother’s words saying that I shouldn’t always cry.
If I cried…… People would think I am weak.

I didn’t want to look weak in front of the people who talked about my cat eyes, or me being cursed.

Meanwhile, my uncle came out to take care of me.

Seeing my aunt’s unwilling expression, I couldn’t understand why my uncle suddenly wanted to take charge of me, but I still felt a vague sense of gratefulness.

My aunt had a cousin who was one year younger than me.
Unfortunately, my cousin’s birthday was early in the year, so we had to go to the same grade.

My cousin, who hated me so much, bullied me both at home and at school.
I tried to understand, saying that she might not like the stone that suddenly rolled up.

Just…… I just held out because I had nowhere to go.

So I grew up being moderately discriminated and harassed against for ten years.

And now, at 18, while my aunt and cousin were away from home, he tried taking off my clothes, saying that I should give my uncle a reward for raising me.

I shoved him as hard as hard as I could and my uncle fell over, banging his head on the table.

As I watched the gray rug slowly turn red, I realized that I could no longer stay in this house and ran away.

If my uncle died, would I go to a juvenile detention center? Maybe that was better.

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I would probably be called a cursed child again.

But this time I had pushed him to death, could you still call it a curse?

I was just cleaning up some trash.

I stopped for a moment to catch my breath, thinking about it, but like a joke, a car came up from the opposite alley.

And bang!

This was the memory of my past life.

No matter how cursed I might have been, I didn’t think I would die.

As far as I can vaguely remember, after I died, my vision became dark, and then I was moved to a pure white space that seemed to be woven with light.

‘Oh my, a cat-eyed child has arrived.’

There I heard a voice as light as a feather and soft as silk.

‘It is said that a child with cat eyes has nine reincarnations.’