She was dying, it was inevitable. The poison given to her over the course of several years since her sister's birth have spread throughout her veins and seep through her bones. "I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone..." she mumbled as she watched the silhouette of the people she thought loved her through thick and thin, walk away intimately hand in hand. The cold air brushing through her chapped and pale skin as dried blood and tears were mixed and stuck to her body and clothes. 'In my next life, I don't want to love anymore. I want to live for myself. If there is a God. Please, don't let me suffer any longer and take me away from here. please.... anyone.' she begged as her eyes landed on the full purple moon that resembled her eyes and laid rest. She had never thought she would open her eyes once again, and when she did, time was bended and whoever heard her plea was keen on giving another shot in life. In this life, she would live a reclusive and peaceful life where pain was of the past. A life that only happiness and tranquility would bring her. A life with him..... perhaps? Her life was never rainbows or butterflies, and everything seemed so dull for her. Not until one day she woke up, she was no longer the same meek girl who would watch as the servants abused her. She was now her future self who returned after dying under the hands of the people she trusted. This time, she will take control of her life and live her remaining time in the world with the freedom she long hoped for. Even if it means she had to propose to the monstrous and sexy duke everyone hates and fears at the same time. Will she achieve her reclusive life this time? And why does love find its way to her heart when she doesn't even want it?