I reincarnated as the Grand Duke’s fake daughter.
“Live as though you’re a dead rat. If you dare tarnish the family name, I’ll tear you apart.”
In place of the real daughter, the fake that had been adopted turned out to be a troublemaker.
Though even if I use my own hands to ruin the family’s reputation, it was already a mess in the first place.
Let’s not worry about it. It’s a household that would fall to ruin in eight years anyway, so I plan to just save up a whole lot for my escape fund. But then…
“You’re the bad one, but why do I keep feeling like this?”
“Do not tarnish the family name, that’s what I said. But who told you to be so disgracefully hurt like this?”
“The owner of the name Ophelia—it’s you. Without a doubt.”
Why are you all doing this to me when it’s time for me to leave?
Besides that, wasn’t it with the real daughter that you all wanted to grow old with for like a hundred years?
‘Why… Is the luck that I have in my later years so terrible?’
