Chapter 1 – A Million-a-Month Romance Contract

Sabina D’Vialis, heiress to D’Vialis, one of the wealthiest families in the Kingdom of Brinita, and top graduate of the Magic Department at Certanon Academy.

She was most famous not for her wealth, intelligence, or beauty—but for her history with men.

But her history with men was, well, peculiar.

A young lady, barely reaching 155cm, stood with her back straight at a basement bar.

She looked like a doll.

So perfect, as if a craftsman had molded, carved, fired, and polished her—expressionless and calm.

Her skin, contrasting with jet-black hair that didn’t even reflect light, was so white it seemed almost transparent. Her irises were black at the edges and turned silver toward the center—a mysterious color. If one looked closely, her eyes sparkled with multicolored fragments.

She stared intently at a man, without moving.

He was so ordinary that it was hard to describe his features. He muttered curses under his breath and kept wiping sweat from his forehead.

Next to him sat a woman named Loren. She frowned and crossed her legs, desperately wanting to smoke.

‘Good grief, an albatross-headed cane.’

Yes, the little lady was holding a cane intricately carved with an albatross head.

There was no way a cane that size was sold off the rack. It had to be custom-made.

Only one family bore the albatross as its symbol: D’Vialis.

That meant the young lady before them was the only living ‘Lady D’Vialis’—Sabina herself.

‘Of all the luck…’

Before Loren could even finish her sigh, Sabina spoke.

“Can you explain?”

She directed the question at the man.

‘That’ Sabina D’Vialis’s partner looked so pitifully inadequate.

Meanwhile, Sabina’s manner as she pressed the man for answers was so calm and unwavering.

She waited quietly, lips sealed, gazing at the man as if waiting for his reply.

But the man didn’t seem inclined to answer. Eventually, Sabina’s lips parted again.

“Why did you pretend my money was yours and use it to pick up women at a bar?”

With her direct question, the handkerchief the man used to wipe his sweat became soaked. He glanced nervously at those around them and tried to stop Sabina.

“S-Sabina…”

“I never imagined you’d use my money to go drinking. That was for buying a new violin for your performance—you asked for pocket money and I gave it to you.”

As Sabina spoke firmly, her head turned. Her gaze met Loren’s in the air. Loren shuddered slightly, seeing no emotion in Sabina’s eyes.

The D’Vialis heiress asked Loren,

“Excuse me, is your name ‘Violin’ by any chance?”

Loren ruffled her hair and laughed nervously.

“Of course not.”

D＊mn.

Loren had joined the man at the table without knowing anything. She hadn’t realized this man was ‘Sabina’s man.’

How could she have known?

Sabina D’Vialis was an easy woman. She changed men constantly.

She didn’t care about looks, background, or personality. As long as a man was of age and had something between his legs, anyone could become ‘Sabina’s man.’

The odd thing was, the impossibly perfect Lady D’Vialis was always the one who got dumped.

And it never took long.

Ghosting, cheating, declarations of breakup—she was dumped in every way imaginable. But Sabina never blinked and simply found a new man.

‘She changes men so often, no one can tell who “Sabina’s man” is anymore.’

In such a situation, how could Loren have known the man who offered to buy her the most expensive drink, claiming he was from a noble family, was Sabina’s new lover?

The man just opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, while Sabina pressed him quietly in a low voice.

“I only asked one thing of you. Sincerity. You’re lazy and incompetent, but you promised you’d love me sincerely and for a long time. That’s why I chose you. I gave you everything you asked for—trust and money.”

Sabina’s voice was dry as she spoke of their relationship.

The man, who had been silent, suddenly raised his voice.

“Why is that your money? You gave it to me! You don’t care about me anyway! I’m like this because of you!”

For the first time, Sabina’s face showed a hint of expression—her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Isn’t it true? We’re not really lovers… You won’t even let me kiss you! What kind of relationship is that? Every time I try to touch you, you…”

Unable to contain himself, the man jumped up and pointed at Sabina.

“Yeah, your eyes. I hate those eyes! The way you look at me like I’m filthy!”

He shuddered.

“No man can stand you because of those eyes. Because of those eyes!”

“But.”

Sabina, completely unfazed, raised her chin slightly and looked up at the man.

“You wasted seven years claiming to play violin, yet your fingers are soft. And you don’t know your place, wanting to hold a recital. When your family stopped supporting you, you asked me to sponsor you. How could I not look down on you?”

The man was speechless. Loren, unable to hold back, lit a cigarette. She fiddled with her matchbox as she watched Sabina and the man face off.

The man shouted,

“You… You begged me to be your fiancé! You asked me first!”

“Yes. Because you promised to love me sincerely and for a long time.”

“Stop with the promises already! Things have changed. No man can love a woman who ignores him!”

For a moment, only the man’s angry muttering filled the bar. Sabina looked up at him, unruffled.

“Fine. I understand how you feel. You’re upset because I didn’t accept your advances like a dog in heat.”

“Don’t say it like that…”

“I’m not blaming you for being upset. That’s normal. But… it’s strange. If it were me, I’d have ended things long ago. You had plenty of chances, you know? You came to get money from me just hours ago. You could have said then that you couldn’t be with a woman like me.”

Loren clicked her tongue. Sabina’s calm words kept coming, each sharper than the last.

“If you’re upset that I don’t love you or let you touch me, you should’ve broken up with me. Instead of using money from your unqualified fiancée to meet another woman.”

Now there was no escape. The man’s face flushed with shame.

Everyone in the bar was watching this strange scene. The bartender glanced over as he wiped glasses.

The man finally realized.

His face turned red and blue.

Sabina’s words had truly provoked him.

His reason snapped for a moment.

“No matter what you do, you’re just a b*tch who trails after men, Lady D’Vialis! Keep your head high, but you’re nothing without a man! And you begged me first!”

Loren dropped her unlit cigarette from her mouth.

How could he say something so shameless and ignorant?

Loren wasn’t as smart or powerful as Sabina. Even she would have slapped the man for such an insult.

Let alone in front of Lady D’Vialis?

It happened then.

Smack!

A sharp sound rang out.

Without changing expression, Sabina struck the man’s face with her cane handle.

Loren’s eyes widened. The man stared at Sabina in shock.

Bl＊＊d dripped onto the table—from the man’s nose. Sabina calmly put away the cane she had used to hit him.

“What the h＊ll was that!”

“If you’re upset about being hit, feel free to sue me.”

“You, you…!”

“If you sue me, I’ll hire the best lawyer in the Kingdom of Brinita with ten times the money you’ll ever earn. He’ll get me acquitted and have you sentenced to the maximum for insult. It’s overkill, but I don’t care. I have plenty of money.”

“The maximum for insult is…”

“Of course, that won’t be the end. There’s still civil court. You’ll owe me a massive settlement. I don’t have to decide the charges now. My lawyer will find something, and you won’t be able to defend yourself. You’ll write dozens, hundreds of apology letters begging for mercy, but I won’t even open them. And the judge will side with Walter D’Vialis’s granddaughter, not some nobody like you.”

The man, holding his bleeding nose, glared at Sabina.

“All your assets will be seized and given to me. But adding your money to mine is like dropping a single drop in the ocean—it means nothing to me. But you’ll have nothing left, and still owe more, so you’ll have to do dirty jobs every day to pay me. Only then will your fingers get calluses.”

Sabina picked up her cane.

“Again, sue me if you want.”

And smack! The man staggered as his head shook.

“Then you’ll lose everything to me, Lady Sabina D’Vialis. You’ll hate me for life, but you’ll beg for mercy like a worm.”

Smack!

“If I tell you to laugh, you’ll laugh; if I tell you to cry, you’ll cry; if I tell you to bark like a dog, you’ll bark.”

Sabina’s cane struck the man’s shin. He fell to his knees.

She tapped his forehead with the tip of her cane.

“Understand?”

Loren forgot to breathe as she watched Sabina.

“This is how you give an insult.”

It wasn’t a lesson you could use anywhere. It was a kind of insult only D’Vialis could deliver.

Sabina quietly put away her cane.

The man, thoroughly beaten, couldn’t fight back at all. Sabina’s insult was an elegant threat.

He covered his nose and fled quickly.

On the table was the drink he had boasted he’d buy for Loren.

“Manager. Open this bottle.”

The manager hurried over and opened the bottle. Sabina poured Loren a glass herself.

Loren wasn’t one to overstep, but just this once, she couldn’t help but speak to Sabina.

“It’s hard to believe someone so small could be so strong.”

Sabina replied calmly.

“I just borrowed a little magic to make it hurt more.”

Right, she was the academy’s top graduate.

Loren downed her drink in one go. Thud! The sound of the glass hitting the wooden table rang out.

“What will you do now, Lady D’Vialis?”

Sabina answered simply.

“Find a new man.”